Counselling

Chapter 3

Alish’s POV

I’m standing outside of the door to Keegan’s small flat. I sigh and grab my keys rooting through them until I find the little gold key to his home. I know that he’s got a girl in there; it’s eleven on a Friday night and it doesn’t take a genius to work out what they are doing. I hear a giggle and that confirms it. I smile “Atta boy” I laugh under my breath.

I know that they are in his room as the giggle came from the wall on my left. I push the key into the lock and lift the door turning it roughly, I feel the lock click and the door swings open of its own accord. I walk into the flat and desperately try to ignore the moans and giggles coming from Keenan’s room. I’ve heard it many times but it still disturbs me to hear my cousin having sex. It’s the same crawly feeling that you get the first time you realise that your parents have had sex at least once to make you.

I stumble my way through the mess in his living room to the other side where the light switch is and flick it on. I have to close my eyes as the light blinds me but soon enough they adjust. I can see shoes that have obviously been thrown across the room in a lustful haste. My eyes scan across the room and they land on a handbag thrown on the sofa, bingo!

I make my way over too it dancing over the mess with ease now that I can see it and kneel down by it. My hands are reaching for it but just before I plunge them in I feel the same hint of guilt that I always do but needs must. I internally shrug and open it; I root around for a second before my hands fall on a purse, perfect!

I open it up and look inside, there’s about fifty quid. Huh, not too shabby. I take the money and put the purse back in the bag. I continue looking and after a few seconds find her makeup. I’m about to have a silent celebration when I hear steps from Keegan’s room. I shove the money and makeup into my bra quickly and scamper over to the spare room where my stuff is kept.

I’m at the door when Keegan pulls open his, I turn and nearly pee myself laughing.

“What are you… What is… Oh my god!” I can barely form sentences I’m laughing to hard and I feel gravity pulling me as I fall on my side tears rolling down my face. I’m so glad I haven’t had anything to drink since last emptying my bladder.

He’s blushing looking at the floor. Tufts of his flame red hair burst out of a bleach blonde wig. His eyes are heavy with eyeliner and eye shadow, he has bright pink stripes of blusher running up his prominent cheek bones, the cheeks that are identical to mine and red lipstick on, the same colour as the tiny cocktail dress he has forced his body into. He looks so ridiculous that for a moment he makes me forget the reason I am forced here.

“Ronni had a party, the theme was transvestite” He mumbles to the floor while I continue to laugh. My sides are killing and I can’t breathe but I’m still laughing, shaking and rolling on the floor. After a few minutes I manage to stand and quickly whip out my phone and take a picture.

“I bet your students would love to see this.”

“You dare and I will tell everyone why I call you bear.”

I hold up my hands in surrender “Ok, ok, I guess we are at an impasse.”

“So why are you here at this late hour?”

“Oh you know, Mr Hyde’s come out to play again and I figured I’d get away until Dr Jekyll comes back.”

“Right.” He nods and doesn’t question anymore, he waves his hand and leaves to go back to whatever girl he’s convinced into his bed.

I go into the spare room and open up the second bottom draw. I pull out the first things I lay my hands on which happen to be a pair of pyjama bottoms from my last visit when I ended up staying three days. Tears sting my eyes at the memory but I force them not to fall.