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Chapter seven

Beatrice woke up with a pounding headache. She rolled over and hit something hard. She realised it was Carl and he woke up. 'Hey how bout we go down stairs?' He asked. She agreed and he down the bunk almost falling over. Liam wasn't in his bed and either were Mickey or Ian. Carl put his hand around her waist and guided her down stairs.

'Morning sleeping beauty, here's some water, aspirin and coffee' Fiona said. 'Thank you your a saint' Beatrice smiled, she sat down and Took the medicine. She then started to remember what happened last night. 'Did I wake you guys up?' She asked lip Debbie and fiona. They all shook their heads.

'I'm surprised you didn't bring that black haired dude home with us, you were smashed yet composed' carl told her. 'Says you what about blonder with the red dress' he fired back, 'blond hair black top?' He fired back
'Brown hair, green skirt?'
'Red hair, purple top?'
They kept on saying ones
'Oh you too shut up, you both have the same sex drives no be quiet' Fiona commanded. 'okay got to go to work bye' Carl said walking to the door. Beatrice walked upstairs and got her things and said thanks to Fiona and left.

She didn't go over for about 2 weeks barley talked to Carl or Debbie even Mickey. She went out got drunk and high, fought with Sam, hung out with connections. She decided to go over to mickeys. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. A Russia lady opened the door, or as she heard mickeys baby mom. 'What you want?' She said in her weird accent, 'Mickey tell him b's here' Beatrice said back.

'Hey man fuck girl here name is b' the Russian said to him. 'BABY B GET THE FUCK IN HERE' he yelled. She laughed and went in the house. 'Hey you okay you seem on edge?' She asked him
'Ian is just, they think he's bipolar, it's weird' Mickey was actually worried, for a guy that hates everyone he loves a lot. 'Hey make some coffee or tea which ever he likes or a fucking beer i don't know, get me one to but I'll talk to him okay' she had experience with mental health as she grew up with 5 maniac bipolar drugies like that too probably even more.

She walked into his room and saw him in bed facing the other side. She walked over in front of his face and sat down. She grabbed his hand, 'hey Ian it's Beatrice, we met the other day' she said softly. His eyes were open but not looking at her just into space. 'I'm not going to ask if your okay, I know what it's like okay? Can you look at me please, I can make you feel a bit better but small steps okay?' Mickey handed bea the two beers and stood in the corner of the room observing. 'Would you like a beer? How bout some food, you need to eat to stay fit.' She asked. 'No' he said softly, He looked so fragile. 'Okay that's fine honey, how bout sitting up? Stretch out your back for a second just so it doesn't get sore then you can lay down? And maybe change your top?' Beatrice was always going to be soft and careful around people when they feel bad.

She saw her mother break and didn't want it to happen again. Ian looked up at her and nodded slowly. 'Mickey new top please' she ask and he quickly got her a blue one. Ian grabbed her arms and slowly pushed himself up. Beatrice sat beside him supporting him up so he could change his top himself. She handed him a beer and he took a quick drink and laid back down. She kissed Ian's forehead and her and Mickey walked out and shut the door.

'Look just be careful okay treat him like I just did, reason with him, it makes it easier' she explained to Mickey. 'Now let me meet that little fuck that's half you' she chuckled. She saw the baby in a high chair and picked him up. The baby smiled, 'already like girl more than you' the Russian said. 'Oh fuck off' Mickey said back. 'Well I'm going to go home now and clean since I'm being yelled at I'll see you later, remember options make it easier' Beatrice said as she drank the rest of her beer. Mickey kissed her in the forehead and hugged her before she left.

'Sam have you seen Mickey, he lives around the corner?' Beatrice called out into the house. 'Nope should soon though' he said walking into the living room. She quickly tided everything up and sat down. Sam came over and sat next to her. 'Your a good kid you know, thanks for not making it living hell for me' Sam smiled.

'Well I've done everything for you and the kids since I was young, when mom was sad I'd look after her so you could look after the kids and they didn't see how bad she was. I made sure that when I found her I got you to keep the kids occupied. I love you guys so damn much that's why it's annoying that they can't come down.' She explained. 'All in god time baby sis, all in good time' he assured her. But god did Beatrice hope time would fly.