"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 111 - "Deceit..."

Chapter 111 - "Deceit..."

Clara's PoV

'It's half past 1? Why is your mobile ringing?' John scoffed.

You'd think he'd be a little more concerned about the fact that his bloody daughter was in hospital but that didn't occur to men when they were in the middle of their precious beauty sleep.

'Richard? What the hell? It's half past 1 in the morni---' I said repeating exactly what John had said and what I was thinking when I heard his panic and small cry from the other end of the phone.

'Please come Clara. I'm in a terrible mess' he mumbled.

'Where are you?'

'At work' he assured me and I knew exactly what he meant. It was obvious that he couldn't just ring Lilly. No one but me knew. Even John has believed the lie.

'What are you doing?' John scoffed as I threw some jeans on and a jacket over my pyjama top.

I couldn't even be bothered to put a bra on so actually a hoodie seemed like a better plan.

'I have to go and see Richard. It's complicated but I'll explain it all later' I assured him grabbing my car keys and purse, and slammed the front door.

He had followed me down the stairs but it didn't shock me to learn that he had gone back to bed pretty much instantly.

It was a problem for the morning.

- - -

I pulled up at the bar and was surprised to see the police and do not crosse tape with ambulances and all sorts around the place.

I couldn't park too near because the police literally wouldn't let me any much closer.

I wondered what the Fuck had gone on here and how Richard had possibly been involved in this but I found him in the back of an ambulance with a small red blanket wrapped around his shoulders as a paramedic was checking his head.

'Oh come on. What the Fuck have you been up too?' I scoffed. 'What the hell did you do?' I growled.

'Are you his wife?' The paramedic asked.

'What, pft. God no! I'm his friend. And friend is a scarce word at this point' I snapped.

'It wasn't my fault. A fight broke out in the bar. What was I supposed to do?' He defended himself.

'I suppose you got involved?' I grumbled.

'Well I wasn't going to not get involved. One of the guys wasn't even drunk. I just got involved and got clipped with a glass bottle' he grumbled. 'It was totally unprovoked' he rambled.

- - -

'Richard you can't keep this up' I said as we went towards my car.

All it was, was that the police didn't want him going home on his own and Richard needed an alibi for the tiny cut above his eyebrow.

When I say tiny I mean seriously tiny. It was so small it was hardly even worth mentioning. I'd be pretty shocked if Lilly even noticed it.

'Keep what up?'

'You haven't slept in days properly. Your functioning on four hours sleep. Your Fucking going to turn yourself into John and his crazy sleep habits'

'For my wife'

'She doesn't see it that way Richard. She just sees you doing another bloody job. She doesn't mind if it takes a bit longer' I hummed.

'Clara. I know you don't understand. You are pregnant. Your the main problem here. It's not your fault but you are. If you hadn't have gotten pregnant then it wouldn't have been so much of a problem because she wouldn't be freaking out so much about it being her last chance to have kids' Richard explained.

I had thought of that before. The fact that me being pregnant is obviously part of the reason behind why she wants a child so badly.

I'm guessing that she also thought it would be useful to go through a pregnancy together as best friends. We see each other like 10 times a day so it would be good.

'Sorry. I have thought about that before. Not much I can do about it now though is there?' I mumbled.

'There's something I can do. Earn money and get her Fucking pregnant' Richard snapped.

It was a lot more emotionally investing this time since it turns out that Richard isn't as infertile as we all thought and that it was all pretty much Lilly.

'Look. This conversation is all irrelevant right now What the hell do I say to Lilly when she asks about my eye?'

'You tell her that you tripped in the office at work and you clipped your eyebrow on the corner of the desk. It's only small so it won't be there long. The lie won't last too long. I'll get John to back it up'

'How?'

'Because I've just been out at 2 in the morning to come and check on you and see what the bloody hell you want. There will be questions' I pointed out.

- - -

I made completely sure that Richard had gotten back home and told him that he could leave early in the morning, get the train and go and pick the car up.

I then was planning on sneaking back into the house at half past two and slipping easily back into bed where no one would know any different hoping to god that John might sleep through it all and complete forget I even left.

Unfortunately the lounge light was on when I pulled on to the driveway so I was completely busted.

This meant I had a lot of explaining to do.

'Nice of you to show' John hummed with raise of the eyebrow from the ice cream he was apparently eating.

'John are you eating ice cream?' I scoffed.

'What's it to you?' He sighed.

'It's half past two in the morning?' I said in confusion but at least he was eating. I couldn't argue with him too much.

'I had a craving. I just sort of fancied it I guess' he shrugged. 'What's wrong with Richard?'

'Oh he was freaking out after work. He had a tiny cut in the side of his head. Said he tripped. I told him to go the hospital about it but he wouldn't go. He woke up in a real mess and after he finished his second job he wanted to go. I just told him I'd take him'

'Oh?' John mumbled totally believing the lie.

It almost sounded believable to me.