Troubled Times [Bi-Sexual Story]

Chapter 12: Catching Up, Living With Him & "The Interview"

It’s been a while since I mentioned about some people and I just wanted to catch you up with them up to the present.

Vicky and I stopped talking after school and we never saw or heard much from each other and all I know about her is that she moved abroad with her black boyfriend when she was eighteen.

Cathy- like I said before- was sent to Zeenat’s family while her own family fled to Pakistan because of the incident with Marcus and still to this day that I write this I haven’t talked to her or even seen her. I will never forgive her for getting rid of my baby but I suppose it was for the good as if she did give birth the baby would of probably ruined my life, harsh I know saying new life could ruin a life but its fact because her family would of killed me like they did with Marcus if they found out about her pregnancy and the baby would of probably had a shit life anyway; but we will never know. Just one day, out of the blue, she texted me saying she had done it, sometimes I wonder if she did or not, but who knows.

Cathy’s brother was found dead three years later; he had committed suicide therefore no justice was ever given to Marcus which I don’t care about to be honest; but if you ask me if I hate Abdul or not? I really wouldn’t know how to answer you because he probably saved me from a lot of pain and suffering but I suppose I still love Marcus even though he’s a lying little shit and a paedophile; but meeting and greeting these people had given me an advance in life.

And do you remember James the polish kid, well I know this is a bit random and isn’t a main person in my story, my life, but the other day he was sentenced to ten years for importing and smuggling drugs from Poland; it was all over the local news.

Just so I can get it of the way I have to tell you about Ken or Kenneth Leo Davies to be exact; he was sentenced with the murder of my mum as he had stabbed her over twenty times which killed her and thankfully I didn’t have to attend court, which I decided was best not to even though it was an open option. I visited him in prison once but it was too awkward for my liking so I decided never to see him again; he was sentenced for life.

Anyway moving on to where we were which is when I had left hospital to live my dad and his family and with Chloe; yes she was taken out of care but only because dad was willing to which meant a lot to me because Chloe was still quite young and had a shit life.

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Two Weeks Later (After Leaving Hospital)

I had woken to the birds singing and with Chloe in my bed as she had fallen asleep in my hands. I hadn’t been looking forward to that day because they police had set that day for the interview of Marcus where they told me about his “lies”.

I heard my dad walk in and I had pretended I was asleep.

“Tom, I know you’re awake.” He laughs.

I sighed very hard and dad had put his hand on my shoulder and said.

“It will be alright, promise.” He smiles.

Dad told me to get ready and had taken Chloe from my arms and brought her to her own bedroom that was still in working process.

We had lived at dad now’s with his other family which I had got used to eventually and they weren’t that half bad to be honest.

Mum’s house was put up for rent and the money from had gone into a bank account which I had been given full control of when I was eighteen. Chloe was given the jewellery and had been given the things when she was eighteen. Since mum hadn’t left a will like most thirty year olds wouldn’t have, it was given to Chloe and I and nothing to Ken. Not one penny, not like he would have needed it, as he was in jail.