body. I have to see her, I have to settle everything and say goodbye baby. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.”
I couldn’t breathe; my heart was beating so hard out of my chest I thought I might pass out. Tears started to fill my eyes and I tried my best to hold them back, to stop them falling.
“How could you want to see her after all she’s done to you Dave, she doesn’t deserve your forgiveness?” I ask him totally bewildered as to why he’d want any contact with the witch.
“She’s still my mother; she still gave birth to me. I have to at least let her leave this world knowing I loved her.”
“I understand, I’m just scared. Those people could still be looking for you.” I dreaded the thought of them seeing him and getting hold of him.
“I know Abbi. I’ll be fine. You know me big, strong and tough ‘n’all.” I giggled at him as he tensed his arms like Popeye, trying to act bad ass.
“You silly bastard. Just please be careful baby. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I playfully smack his arse and then leaned in to take his mouth in a heated kiss.
“Don’t you worry I’ll be back baby. Have a good day and stay out of trouble yourself ‘kay? Love you baby.” He tells me and kisses me one last time before leaving the house.
My heart rate is still sky high as horrible images flash my mind of what could happen. I tell myself I’m being silly and over the top trying to calm myself down.
I ponder the whole day, waiting for a text from him, or to see his name flash the screen on my phone. Nothing, zilch, nada.
After cooking my new family and me a lasagne, we sit in the lounge and watch EastEnders, same old drama all the time. I hated soaps.
“Has Dave text you Lisa?” I ask my foster mother. I was seriously worrying, it was half seven and I hadn’t heard from him and he still wasn’t home.
“No Hun. I’m sure he’s fine. Stop worrying.” She reassured me.
As the theme tune to the soap begins a knock at the door alerts us. I run to the door, knowing David he must have forgotten his key.
“You silly bastard remember your bloody ke…” I say as I open the door. David isn’t who I answer the door too.
“Evening Ma’am is Lisa McIntyre there please.” Two policemen frame the doorway to my home. Fear and dread flooding my gut.
“Lise door.” I shout to her before I run down the hallway to my room.
I hear the policemen start to talk to her as I get to my door.
“Mrs McIntyre I’m sorry to tell you, we found the body of David Yates this evening. He was stabbed whilst visiting his mother in Bow.” I hear the female police officer state sympathetically.
Vomit rises in my throat and I run to the bathroom to stop myself from depositing it on the floor.
I stare at the swirling toilet as my sick is flushed away, my heart breaks. The tiny pieces shatter onto the marble floor below my feet, the blood in my veins freezes over and the tears falling from my eyes sting my cheeks.
A knock on the bathroom door alerts me before Lisa walks in, her face bright red, her eyes puffy and swollen. She rushes to me, pulling me in her arms, and sobbing in my hair.
“I’m so sorry Abbi, fuck this is so unfair.” I scream out in pain as my body shakes and begins to close down.
“Why him, why me. Fuck I need him back, I need him Lisa. I can’t cope without him. What am I going to do? Why did he have to go? I said he shouldn’t but he said he’d be fine. He never fucking listens.” I pull away from her turning to the mirror on the wall and punch the thing, shredding my hand in the process.
“Baby girl. I’m sorry this keeps happening to you.” She was more of a parent than my own father had ever been. She bought me my tampons, supplied my first lot of condoms to make sure I avoided an unwanted pregnancy and talked to me when I was down.
I screamed a heart wrenching scream. Anger flooding my body.
“I need to go. Please let me go.” I pull away from Lisa and run to my room. I