Malevolent fic - Big Fat Taco
They had reached the terminus, enemies on the plateform and on their tail. His aim cannot be trusted and his eyes stutter at mirages. So down, down, down it goes.
I just think that if you won’t dig into a guy with your bare hands for your apocalypse rock, you don’t deserve it. ;) The idea would't leave me and so here is the result of four intense days of writing before the season four finale comes out later today(well tomorrow in my case). Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did putting it together!
Warnings: Canon typical violence, gore, non consensual platonic touching, major character death and choking.
Cross posted on AO3
“ I… I think we’ve built enough distance between us and them… Care to explain what I’m supposed to do with this rock now”, panted Arthur leaning against the wall absolutely lost. The faster they got rid of it, the sooner they could leave this blasted place. Because of course Noel had to find out at the worst possible time about John’s past. Of course they lost the bloody gun while escaping the detective and the cultists. Of course Larson found out where Oscar was the same way he did for Daniel and-
“ -thur! Arthur! What is the point of me explaining if you don’t fucking listen? We are going to open a portal. Just like how we dealt with Scratch.”
“ … That’s it," laughed Arthur weakly, "the grand end to the order of the fallen star comes down to throwing a rock into whatever hell we find. Then we hope whatever’s on the other side can’t use it? What if we unleash whatever power is inside the Black Stone? Exactly just like what happened with Scratch!”
“I don’t hear YOU coming up with any ideas! We still need to escape this place and k- clearly many cultists so we might as well… jump in?”
“Jesus fucking christ, John... I didn’t miss taking very literal leaps of faith into the unknown with you.”
“Likewise but with our luck it was a matter of time.”
“Indeed it was. Shame we don’t have the pages but I assume you wouldn’t propose this if you didn’t remember. Am I right, John?”
“Of course I do! Now let me focus… Sed obscuratus nox quaeso mundenetis…”
“Sed obscuratus nox quaeso mundenetis…”
“Impertus meter amicum allundem num.”
“Impertus meter amicum allundem num.”
“Depli mon faenis de tua quae… quae frequens? No. Frenusculi ? No it wasn’t that either !”
“John! I thought you said you knew the incantation!”
“YES I KNOW IT! Damnit Arthur, you say that as if you don’t forget to keep our eyes open for me every day!”
“Fine! Fine! For both our sakes think quickly!” And yet as he retorted back, Arthur began to calculate their odds. From past experiences those bouts of amnesia seemed temporary so they could still manage to open the portal. However with the delay and more people seeing where the stone went, just a throw would not work. Would the cultists even hesitate at the idea of entering the portal? If those madmen didn’t, they would have to fight for every second. Okay so they needed protection or at least something to keep their opponents at bay.
Tuning out John’s frustrated cusses at the Latin language itself, he patted their bag and pockets. Starting a fire was a last resort and could wait until they had an actual escape window. The bestiary wouldn’t be of help against humans. That left them with their unlucky dagger, regardless of John’s insistence to get rid of it. The weapon wouldn’t win against a gun or more than two cultists. But it was their also very last resort… Should they lose it in the scuffle or…
What if Arthur missed again? It wouldn't be the first time his shoddy aim betrayed them when it mattered the most. They would not have another chance to get the stone and he doubted John would accept retreat after dragging them all the way to New York for it. The moment they lost sight, ha, of the rock was the moment Larson won. They needed a hiding place or at least somewhere the cultists would not think to look into…
“Oh. John no matter what continue trying to remember the spell. I just found the smartest way to get the black stone into the portal! Trust me!”
“- tua quae frenae! FRENAE! It was frenae! Wait... What do you mean smartest?” His friend asked cautiously but he didn’t have enough time to react as Arthur grabbed the rock from their pocket and shoved it down their throat.
Neither John or Arthur’s body were keen on the plan. The Black Stone burnt as he could feel it move past his throat into his… veins? Evidently the cursed object didn’t care for human biology and would go wherever it pleased. If he could just… nudge it towards… THERE!
“Arthur, are you out of your goddamn mind?! Spit it out! Come on!”
“ We’re fine… absolutely fine! Now,” just as he said that a tremor shook their spine and it took all their combined focus to not fall face first, “NOW we don’t have to worry about cultists with deft hands.”
“Do you really think given how we first met him he would stop at taking your life to get his hands on the Black Stone?” His partner growled, and yet beneath it worry laced into his every word.
“Larson? He did hurt many people but it was always through others. Like the butcher or the creature in the mines.” He retorted, confused and wondering not for the first time who scared his friend more than the King or their current enemies.
“Of course! Who else would be after us? This building is crawling, I mean, full of cultists. Surely this kind of... miscreants would have no issue going through us for this artifact.”
“Miscreants… Really, John? Anyway it doesn’t matter!” One more time. If Arthur could ignore the elephant in the room between them one more time, they would actually be fine.
They did not even finish the first sentence of the spell before a shot rang out and a sharp pain took over their right leg. Head and knee promptly were introduced with the wall that would have housed their gate. Shame Larson didn’t account for the headache or John’s yelling before starting to gloat. Another spasm coursed through as he tried to turn around. Its tango with their new wound left the duo a heap of limbs on the floor. Hopefully the view was still better than the wall. The heat that had been building behind their eyes flared and Arthur bit down hard to keep them open, inhaling sharply.
“Well it seems whatever tricks you had in mind backfired in more ways than one. Arthur, did you truly think you waltz your way into my domain unscathed?”
“Oh, yeah! Definitely! But maybe you never went back to Addison? I could always give you a refresher.” He could stall. Get the dagger out, have John could carve the incantation and smear it with blood. Surely they could skip the spoken part that way. Just needed to create a blind spot for them.
Evidently however, unlike Arthur, Larson did see the move coming and stomped on the left half of it. Ignoring his partner’s shouts, he awkwardly flipped on his side. Holding on tight to Larson’s ankle, he sliced at the heel. Shoddy aim and his body complaining every step of the way didn’t leave a deep enough wound. Regardless it was enough for the prick to retreat out of range. Maybe the floor was okay for now as their two functional limbs were split fifty-fifty. Well if you didn’t count the shoulder on the same side getting shot the day before. Speaking of bullets, another lodged itself into the carpet right by his ear as he jolted at the noise and ringing that followed.
“You appear to be the one in need of a reminder of the current situation apparently. Now stop staring at the barrel and tell me where the Black Stone is?”
“For once luck is on our side: Larson didn’t witness your crowning act of idiocy. Keep. Him. Talking! Every bullet in the floor is a bullet that isn’t in our body.”
“Now that’s a bit of a wild guess! Why would little old me have any idea… what that is? I figured I could crash whatever party you had in town, as you know, a payback. It has been… quite a busy week.” Arthur laced that last sentence with all the venom which had piled up over the last few days. It hadn’t even been a full fortnight since the Dreamlands for fuck’s sake.
“Your strange habit of pausing at odd times remains, how queer”, pondered Larson while his enemy attempted to stand again, less graceful about it than a fish on dry land, “I assume you do not need further help emptying your pockets.”
“Listen. Why don’t I smash your head in? Shot you. Step on your hand. THEN you can see how easy it is to focus.”
“I’m afraid I’ll pass the offer…. what is all THIS junk?” Larson asked in disdain as Arthur tried to open the bag with one hand only for the contents to spill out. Fantastic! Turns out he had been holding it upside down!
“The glass, the stone, the mask, the books, the tooth, the coin, the wallet and hooks, the kit of course to help him shave are all in Arthur's bag today. But don’t forget the dagger, the flute, the keys and the lighter that keeps the darkness at bay.” The familiarity of matching a series of notes calmed him down just a little. It didn’t matter that the source of that particular song had been fresh out of a bloodbath.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Shooting the lock and letting that creature at the crowd to get the stone was genius compared to this. And why did you have to bring him up? Wait- there’s someone coming up around the corner!
“… No matter. Unlike you, I have all night, my wits about me and only friends here.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.”
“Arthur, it’s Noel! He managed to get past our distraction and is holding Larson at gun point. His shoulder seems to be injured. His sleeves are torn with large dents matching the claws of that thing. If we could somehow turn them against each other, there may enough time to run. Or at least get the portal open.”
“Are you sure about this, detective? It would be poor etiquette as Arthur’s plus-one to have him killed.” Replied Larson as if this entire ordeal was nothing more than an argument at the local pub.
“That won’t be a problem. The plan isn’t to arrest him. Dreadful accidents happened with that many candles in smaller establishments. At the same time, testimonies of assault on the treasurer of another sect, maiming and murder have been connected to him.”
Of course John decided that was the right moment to needle his partner about the decision to give his name to the secretary. As if they had anyone else beside Daniel to be introduced to the freemasons. Surely Oscar or his father would vouch for Arthur’s character… at least for some of these accusations. Not that it would amount to much if they didn’t make it out alive. Still he feared being wanted in a big city would make it harder for him to move around the States or to leave them.
“Cults like these prey on people facing hard times and get them to commit atrocities in the name of some big guy above or below. Nobody wants to believe their parent, friend or tenant would choose to be involved in shady stuff. If they can’t look at the evidence, they can bother some PI looking to make ends meet this month.” Noel finished, exhaustion slipping into that last sentence. No doubt the detective had to explain cases like these to clients both in Arkham as a private investigator then as a policeman in New York.
“That’s quite the story you wrote there! Have you ever considered becoming a playwright? Addison may not be a high production stage but you’ll have a captivated crowd and the support of a patron of the arts.” Larson drawled while he slowly drew his gun away from the thief. Although one didn’t need sight to guess he wasn’t about it.
“No thanks. I dealt with enough theater obsessed lemon suckers a few years ago. Then again this crony here is the reason I’m here tonight. Take out those cartridges and kick the weapon away… Jesus, my grandmother would have done better than that.”
“And Wallace is old enough to have met her in her heyday. He just had to throw his daughter at the monsters for that privelege! Clearly he’s the biggest threat here, Charlie. Everything you see at my feet is what I had on me tonight. There is no stupid rock!”
“Oh please, we all saw you leave with it! Would you quit acting like you care about the wellbeing of children anymore than respecting the divine or your elders. If that were true, she would still be here. Your precious little Fa-”
Arthur wasn’t about to let him finish. Compared to the Butcher or the ghoul, Larson was a lightweight. They didn’t need a knife. He would choke the life out of the piece of shit, one-handed if he had to. The monster didn’t get to speak her name.
Someone grabbed for his collar and yanked. He trashed hoping to grab onto his first opponent for stability. Unfortunately their body was acquainted yet again with wall, this time shoulder firsts. The shock didn’t have time to settle in before a punch in the gut had him hitting bedrock.
“Jesus fucking Christ… Do not call me that ever again. As if his highness would tell some guy his grand plan. He stole that name, that voice and is now using it to drag you around wherever he likes. This thing isn’t your friend.”
“You know nothing! You humans act so high and mighty pretending kindness is inherent to living from the very moment of your birth. Care to guess what happened at mine? I was shoved into a hell worse than you could possibly imagine where neither time nor death has meaning. So yes! More often than not I lie rather than put my trust into people who have earnt it. I go for the throat when I feel even a little cornered. Everyone here has done that so stop fucking pretending any of you are gentle souls!” John’s truth burnt and yet his head felt clearer than it had since swallowing that rock. In the trail of that shooting star, Arthur just had to speak it all out loud for the rest of the world to hear. “Besides I can’t even get him to walk into a movie theater and sit still for fifty minutes.”
Nobody else said anything for a long while. Arthur could feel the fever chewing at his brain as they both caught their breaths from having pushed too far their limits. In the rare moment of quiet, he took notice of something familiar. Back with Parker, they had to look inside a freezer for clues and for lack of adequate clothing got forced to take turns. The cold current from back then it crawled the exact same way in the gap between his socks and his pants at his ankles. Out of damning curiosity he reached out and-
“Oops, thank you, totally missed by cue there. You gotta understand, detectives! I was so captivated by all those twists, turns and delightful noises, I got… distracted Man, I am going to miss not knowing the plot ahead of time. With that said, great surprise party everyone!”
“… it’s him”, John all the bravery snuffed out like a candle, “he’s squatting on our left, barefoot like back in the dreamlands. Ah. He’s what happened to our distraction. I can see its iridescent blood shining eerily against the black of his suit. In his hand there is a very large flat bread folded in two. There is so much garniture; you could not it around without half of the ingredients falling off. No it’s more than that. The sauce, a few drops hang by a thread as if they won’t fall unless he wills it.”
“Damn. Someone get an oxygen mask! This guy just wrote a spiel about a big fat taco.”
Without thinking Arthur flung himself in the opposite direction and despite the pain crawled as fast and as far as he could. Suddenly his brain connected the dots on the topic and person John had been avoiding to speak of this past week. Of fucking course it had to be that guy! He rasped out every word of the incantation he could remember, hoping John would follow suit. Unfortunately for them that distance didn’t mean very much I practice as clearly Kayne had no issue reeling them back so close he could feel the entity’s breath on his neck.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Arthur! Don’t say more, I- I can get us out of this!”
“Aww, you didn’t have to wrap up my present like that! At this point it’s not just pretty paper and a bow… I can’t simply tear it up with how much love was put into this.” Singsonged the devil flicking back and forth his prey’s damaged earlobe.
Okay that was way too much: the uncomfortable heat beneath his skin and in his head, John’s apologies as he tried to grab their captor’s attention, the strange texture of the definitely non-human hands. He needed out now!
“How does it feel to be New York’s most wanted catch? You got quite a number hooked, ha! Hooked, get it? It’s the only reason you’re still alive after all!” Kayne asked flipping their body to so the three were face to face, one arm wrapped around their waist and the other holding their chin. Arthur bit down on the ‘hand’.
Everything went white as a chorus of complaints and cheers flooded his ears. Slowly he could make out Parker’s voice questioning his partner’s sanity in taking on that eating competition even with that big of a price at stake. Distant and muffled as if coming from under water or maybe he was the one below the surface. His suit must have been an absolute mess if his loudest detractor was to be believed. Thick black ink, blood or possibly both, dripped heavily and slowly like licorice down his jaw onto the shaky floor of the caboose. The fresh liquid cooled his brain boiled by the black sun. Broken skin was good. Broken skin meant he could break this down one bite at a time. Experimentally he twisted the flesh beneath his teeth and pulled. Yet the other end refused to snap clean. Instead it extended like cheese on pizza. Instinctively he opened his mouth and attempted catch the falling strings with his teeth.
“I know I’m the most special treat but I’m afraid I need your head not twenty leagues in the gutter.” Finger snapped and his jaws snapped down on empty air. His mind flailed around for the right frequency to reconnect with his senses.
“Let’s make a new deal! No stone as long as you don’t let us go. Or I-I take it with Arthur to the Dark World!” John’s weak bargain and threat was met with derisive laughter.
“Now why would I ask for something I already hold in my own hands? No, no, no! I’m going to enjoy this all-in-one King’s cake, hot and cold, treasure hunt. This time you can even call a friend instead the usual back-seaters. Much faster and less chances of cheating if you ask me!” The devil muttered something about being forced to write a C option to A or B conundrum. “Though really I guess it’s fifty-fifty: the other day there was that guy. I knew him from head to toe. Not you two. I see other people. Like I said! Every line of his silly little life! Urgh middle school production level, at best. And still! Still he managed to surprise me!”
Two hands clapped together as if to put a close to that intermission. The next moment Arthur was back on the floor and he didn’t like how his brain almost let out a sigh of relief at that sensation. The less was said, the less fun Kayne would have. Bar was low, even for them, but so was the ground. The devil said something about first tries removing obvious options before driving a hand into their stomach. Arthur shouted, violent shivers rocking his spine as their body fought vainly to twist out of the way on pure reflex. Unfortunately their digestive tract refused to admit defeat and heaved to expel the unknown intruder back up his throat. Shame malevolent entities didn’t care for the laws of physics and thus he was left coughing bile. Some of which came straight back down his throat.
“Now that the dud is out of the way, am I warm or icy?”
“Fuck you!” Arthur spat out.
“Uh… Cold?”
“Well fuck you too, John!”
“Do you think I’m happy about this?! I was the one sewing this shit back up while you took a bloody nap!” His partner snapped, spewing the vitriol at Arthur since he was too afraid to do the same towards Kayne. Sensing aggression would only have his partner push back, John tried to put himself down as the reasonable one. Hilarious if you asked Arthur given they had left sanity back at his office in Arkham. “Shut up and tell me where the stone is. Please!”
“Not three hours ago we walked into this… rat hole because YOU said we couldn’t leave a bloody rock into their hands! Now you’re telling me! That the doomsday device of the week would … Christ… safe in Kayne’s hands?”
“Artie, you’re such a worrier! No truly. Think of it as, hmmm, the battery of Mister Universe’s alarm clock. The grey part is sort of its casing and I like to picture the red one as a fog horn. Really the world popping out of existence is not even part of the equation. I mean do YOU think about all the bugs crushed setting up picnics? Of course you don’t! Hahaha that would be stupid, am I right? Anyyyway it’s time for take two, gentlemen and entities!”
Take two in fact involved exploring his intestines and accidentally popping their appendix like a cherry. Of course the only apology he got was a ‘whoospie-daisy’ and a quip about John being lucky the book didn’t land him there. “I mean what would have happened at the first argument? Sending the guy straight to the hospital cause you exploded on him?! … actually that would be funny to see I should check before waking Daddy up.” Arthur still tried to slap or push back Kayne’s hands. Totally useless of course but it was better than licking boots the way John did. Especially when the devil clearly wasn’t interested in bargaining. He would like to not be the reason the world ended, thank you very much. The third strike at their lungs yielded as many complaints and yet the stone remained missing. While Arthur could still feel Kayne was merely playing, he wasn’t sure how much longer that would last.
“Your train friend – what did he call himself again, the butcher – wasn’t wrong you know? About the music analogies! It’s all about hitting the right keys. A bit of tuning might be needed with how battered this body is though. Hopefully I won’t have to hit the entire board to find my gift. I really, truly, deeply”, and with each word pressing his fingers right into the still fresh bullet wound, “would hate for it to be lost in all the wrapping!”
“Maybe… you’re just… bad at looking…” Wheezed Arthur inbetween coughs. Even as they remained on the floor he was struggling to stay afloat. Their boiling head had apparently decided to keep all the heat for itself instead of sharing. It left him both shivering and sweating bullets enough to turn Larson into swiss cheese had they been actual ammunition.
“Actually you’re right… It is time to call a friend! Let’s get to it, we have candidate number one: Wallace Larson from the quaint little town of Addison, here to retrieve the sacred artifact for the Order of –what was it again – the shooting star? Who cares! And candidate number two, Arthur’s plus-one-turned-nemesis, detective Noel from the New York Police Department! Who will take a shot at retrieving the Black Stone and earn the ultimate mystery price?! I for one cannot wait to find out!” The devil announced loudly before finishing in a false hushed tone. “Candidate number three having yet to manifest himself shall remain anonymous… for now.”
“Absolutely not! I’m not putting my hands in that!” Shouted Larson as if the very scenario was a personal offense to his character. There was a long pause until he threw a retort at… someone? John had said there were only three people in this corridor aside from them both…
“Oh I’ll take a shot, alright.” Noel’s voice derailed his theory that he was the universe’s chew toy tonight in particular. Then Arthur heard several rounds attempt to drown out Kayne’s rising laughter.
“Noooooo! What could poor little old me do against… human ingenuity. And so I die… To our hero’s quick draw and wit! ARGh!” A confused John told his partner about the performance as the devil had dropped to his knees, grasping his torso in overly exaggerated agony then met face first with the floor.
Athur felt it before it happened: the change of pressure in the air, how they were leaving the eye of storm and about to meet the worst of it. He just needed to do one thing right tonight, just one little thing! Turn what little energy he has left past his throat into a shout to run, to live, to save Noel.
“SURPRISE!”
He startled as several party poppers and blowers went off. Blood spattered everywhere. Propping himself self up for that warning proved to have been a mistake as projectiles collided with their chest. Some small and hard but others squishy and much more wet. He went back down with hiss, head swimming as his mind slipped
Down,
Down,
Down.
“Fuck. FUCK! Noel! His head! It exploded! It’s all over the floor. Kayne… he… popped out of Noel’s neck. His old body has melted into the carpet. It has left a deep black imprint, the edges fizzling but not catching fire. Larson is throwing up beside the left wall. It’s not just the blood... I can identify… parts. An entire eye landed into our chest earlier! It rolled by our side now. There are also a few teeth lodged into our right shoulder. What I thought were confetti in the air were actually fragments of skin. I’m sorry Arthur. I don’t know… I don’t know how to salvage this.”
No trip to England. No letter to Marie. No night at the movie theater. John’s misshaped hand clutched their chest. Their heart was still beating. It didn’t care for gods, grief or pain. It just was.
“What a blast, am I right?! One down, two to go. UNLESS! Our main attraction wishes to open up at last. The hand you were dealt with was pretty bad but you pulled through! Atta boys! Who cares about the finish line? It’s all about the journeyyyyy! So come on, there’s no need to be a sore loser.”
They couldn’t win. Not by a country mile. But..
It didn’t mean Kayne had to.
“Well, they can’t say I didn’t try. But guess what! It seems the final guest sorted himself out as well… Everyone welcome the prince in rags! The phony few had the patience for! The bastard thrown aside as the once and future king made his return! Our mystery candidate number three! Go on, banana peel. Introduce yourself.”
“I- in yellow.”
“Pretty sure even us folk in the front didn’t catch that. Try again your majesty. Put your whole belly into it!”
“I AM THE KING IN YELLOW!”
“Noooow that wasn’t so hard, was it? One could almost believe all the shaking is from a royal tantrum! Penny for your thoughts on the whereabouts of my lucky charm?”
“Carmichael! Bet me on me!”
“Huh. Kinda already am to be honest… But no. That’s not what you want.”
“If I retrieve the Black Stone, I… can keep the rest of him.”
“NO! Kayne, our deal isn’t broken!” Yelled John desperately trying to lift them both up and prove they were still in the game. “Arthur, please! Just tell him! I can’t- I can’t lose you again.”
“Should have thought about that earlier, turncoat! Regardless this tortilla’s got it baaaaad. Never thought you’d want all thorns English Rose back after what he did to you.”
“I want to win.”
“Oh please! You want him back! Hmmm the irony of YOU coming on top… YES that’s it! Okay! Okay. We’re all ears.”
There was a brief silence as Yellow took a deep calming breath. John whispered at Arthur pleading, promising that a fake wouldn’t have pulled him back from the brink in Addison. At the end of his rope his partner brought her up. Somehow not even that worked. Arthur’s thoughts only concerned the monster just a few feet away. One born out of his grief, his misguided love, his bad temper, his selfishness.
“Arthur has the stone inside him,” and immediately the devil cut in with a sarcastic comment but Yellow continued on, “if you searched the lungs then fingers or toes must be valid options as well. No, limbs are easy to separate from the rest. Too big a risk…”
“That it would. I’m so sorry John! The portal closed on us and your arm with the stone is on the other side! Now that would be anticlimactic.”
“John doesn’t know, the entire time he didn’t fight back against you. That leaves out the left foot. As well as his forearm and…”
Strangely Arthur felt a twinge of pride as Yellow broke down his thought process the way an investigator would. He admitted it was a bit self-centered to assume the entity got it from him in their short time together. Maybe at the end he wanted at least one person to understand his choice, the logic behind it.
The gap between the three of them was closed in seconds. A cool sensation spread across his forehead and desperate for the contact to last he leaned deeper and deeper. Ocean waves scratched at his skin as the seagulls laughed and laughed. Taking turns they dug in. The waters trashed around pulling Arthur under. The birds didn’t care and followed after, their cries now clamored for their prey to stop wriggling around. The best lock in the world would not keep Davy Jones’ loot safe for long against someone with both the right tools and determination.
The moment the foreign fingers scratched against their prize, a flash of lucidity cut through. Arthur curled around the stone so tightly he no longer knew where it ended or where he began. Hooks dug into his soul, prying him closer and closer to the surface. Gold strings fiercely yanked him back towards the abyss. Then as a last resort stitched themselves hastily into the searing patchwork.
“Ding, ding, ding! And we have a winner!”
The slap on his back had Yellow hunching forward, closer to the hands cupping the Black Stone. It throbbed in unison with his own body. Every shadow, every color glistened in a blinding contrast. The very same way Addison had looked that morning after the clouds had parted, leaving only clear skies and the brilliant snow. His heavy breaths were woven into brush strokes painting this vista, one last gift to Arthur before this entity swallowed the entire world. Then he fixed his gaze onto Kayne holding the rock out, waiting for the devil to keep his end of the deal. Everything went sideways and Yellow landed on his ass. It was disorienting as fuck but he felt more at home than he ever did inside Larson’s head. He grazed his fingers across the new scars he was not present for with slight irritation. No matter he would demand the stories later. None seemed to compare to the three from the boat anyway. Wait the boat-
“I give you a ten out of ten. Stellar work truly! So here’s the tip: you remember everything. Honestly I didn’t expect you to be that useful after driving Artie to the brink. Fascinating really how the carrot he had no trouble following after all this time disgusted him when I served it grated. Since he was so difficult I switched to a slightly different brand and you’ll never guess what… He swallowed it hook, line and sinker! Convinced I had indulged his whimsies. It was hilarious!”
His stomach sank as his memories clicked back into place: the office, the hospital, the city under the hotel, the pits, Lily and the sight of Arthur’s dying body falling out of his reach while the King laughed at his naivety. What had followed despite Kayne’s meddling was their own handiwork. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise considering their argument in front of his mural. The bigger threat was never the creatures they encountered down the line but their own stubbornness.
The stone’s power rose into a crescendo sending shivers down his spine. The corridor twisted from the tension it wasn’t made to withstand. No, even had they been out in the open the artifact would have bent the world in the same way. Slowly his ears began to parse out the melody underneath: a wail accompanied by a piano and the sound of rushing water.
“Oh darling, thar tickles! Looks like Daddy’s clock will have a vibrate option, truly a testimony of human progress don’t you think? Huh. Don’t stare at me like I drowned your goldfish. It’s not MY fault you didn’t account for stowaways before handing it over! Anyway time’s up. Farewell Jonagold!”
He didn’t care about the difference between them, the purpose of the stone or how this was the consequences of everyone’s choices. No one took what was his! Not even the Crawling Chaos itself!
The reason he failed and grasped nothing but empty air was ironic: the pathetic leftover vessel who had refused to get his hands dirty.
How stupid! How shocking! How splendid! His roar of laughter bounced off the walls of the blood-stained corridor. It was a stage equal to the basement of 58 Pelican Lane. However he still had to make his own debut.
The malevolent entity wrapped his hands around the man’s throat
and
squeezed.
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Trigger Warnings: sweary sweary language, bullying
Word count: 12,550
Chapters seven & eight
nine
“You know, that woman is so delusional sometimes.”
I looked at Geri, and then followed her gaze towards Lorraine who was ushering children into the hut for the start of the late kid’s club.
I grunted. “I can think of many, many more words than delusional to describe her.”
“Does one begin with a ‘C’ and end in a ‘T’?”
“Number one on the list actually.”
Geri sniggered. “I thought so.”
“She’s just rude and entitled and needs a smack round the face.”
“Violence is never the answer, Floss.” She teased, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“It should be.”
We watched as Lorraine made her way over to the car park from the hut, me with a much more unwelcoming demeanour than Geri. She kept her distance from me, as she should, but she made such a big deal out of it, feigning a look of terror in order to gain some sympathy from the other parents. I couldn’t tell you what she needed sympathy for, but I’m sure she was going to make it about the little explosion I had the week after Easter.
Debbie rubbed her shoulder as Lorraine passed her by, and everyone kept asking her if she was okay.
“You’ve got to be joking me.” I scoffed.
“You gotta give it to her - she puts on a good show.” Geri muttered, still watching her.
“I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I know you haven’t. She’s up to something.”
Lorraine made it to her car and rummaged around inside the boot for a moment, but quickly locked it back up. Then she started walking towards us.
“Oh no,” Geri said, barely audible.
I squared my shoulders. I didn’t know what she wanted but I was ready for whatever nonsense she was about to come out with.
“Florence,” She started, holding a piece of paper in her hand. She was facing away from the other parents now, so her expression was completely different from the look of terror she’d been acting on seconds before. “This is your final bill.”
My brows furrowed. “What?”
“The final payment you owe me for the morning child care.”
I narrowed my gaze. I knew I was all paid up. I paid in advance, not post-term and I always had done. “I don’t think so.”
She was glaring at me. “I think I know how much you’ve paid, Florence. And it’s not enough.”
“Are you seriously trying to embarrass me in front of the other parents?”
“Not at all, it never even crossed my mind.” Her voice and her face didn’t match.
“Really?” I retorted. “This isn’t just a big show to get the other parents on side and make you feel better about yourself?”
“You sound ridiculous, Florence. How else am I supposed to tell you?”
“In an email? Or on the phone, in a text, literally any other way.”
“I like to tell people in person.” She shrugged.
I snatched the bill from her. “I have paid this and I am going to prove it to you.”
“Well, you have until the end of the week.”
“I’ll do it whenever I fucking like, thank you very much.”
The other waiting parents were muttering between one another now. I knew I probably hadn’t shown myself in a very good light, but I didn’t care. The woman was evil and needed to be knocked down a peg. Or ten.
Lorraine finally stalked off, and the first thing I did was make sure the other parents knew I wasn’t pissing around. Silently. I glared at them.
“What a cunt.” Geri mumbled.
I didn’t say another word until Ruby appeared, with Oscar right behind her.
“Hi Mummy!” She shouted.
“Hi, baby.” I cooed, and stroked a hand over her hair. “Hi, Oscar.”
“Hello Ruby’s mum.”
“How we doing - did we have a good day at school?”
“It was okay. We don’t really like Mondays because we have to do P.E.”
“Oh wow, she’s definitely your child.” Geri laughed.
I smirked. “Shush you.” I said, and turned back to the children. “Are you ready to go? I need to make sure Oscar gets fed before his daddy comes to get him.”
“Yep! We’re ready!”
“You’re looking after the dentist’s kid?” Geri whispered.
“Yeah. Because we can’t send them to the morning club anymore I need to get some time back, and so does Harry. So on Mondays I look after Oscar and on Wednesdays and Thursdays Harry looks after Ruby.”
“Right…” Geri looked suspicious. “I thought you were scared of the dentist?”
I wasn’t sure if she was generalising or if she meant the new sexy dentist specifically. “I am.” It was still true either way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I loaded the kids up into the car and drove home. The first thing I did inside was turn the oven on, and then I helped Ruby change into some play clothes before I let her and Oscar run riot in the garden before dinner.
Geri’s comment about hating P.E had amused me somewhat, because Ruby actually loved being active when it was all on her terms. As soon as someone else told her she had to do exercise she wasn’t interested. Perhaps because the word ‘exercise’ implied it was more a chore.
I dipped in and out of the garden, keeping an eye on both them and their dinner. Oscar seemed to be such a calm child in comparison to Ruby, who never stopped talking or moving. Oscar simply sat there and did whatever she told him to.
The children ate their dinner quickly, eager to get back outside and play. I gave them choc ices for dessert to cool down, but as per usual they seemed to get more of it around their faces than actually in their mouths. I made sure Oscar wasn’t covered in chocolate by the time his dad came to collect him.
Harry knocked on the door at just gone six o’clock. He was still in his scrubs, head to toe, hair a little scruffy, and for the first time I noticed a stubble on him.
He smiled as soon as he saw me, eyes again drawn to the t-shirt I was wearing. He cocked his head, smirking. “Is it?”
I looked down at myself and laughed when I realised which t-shirt I was wearing. It was grey with the words ‘THIS IS MY DOG WALKING T-SHIRT’ printed on the front. “By the weekend it will be.”
“Getting a dog-,”
I shushed him, panicked. I looked over my shoulder and then pulled the door closed behind me, taking a step outside.
“Ruby doesn’t know yet.” I whispered.
“Oh shit,” he laughed, “sorry.”
“It’s fine. She’s been banging on about it for months but I’ve never agreed to it in words to her.”
“I see. I’m sure she’ll be over the moon.”
“Bloody better be, he’s cost me an arm and a leg.”
Harry continued to smile at me, but I didn’t know what else to say. I felt like an obscure statue in a local park.
“How has Oscar been anyway?”
“Oh right, yeah.” I’m an idiot. “He’s been an angel, actually. He’s so calm.”
I opened the front door again and took a step inside. “Oscar, your dad is here!”
“He is a very placid child.” Harry agreed, hands now shoved into the pockets of his scrubs.
I didn’t know what placid meant. I pretended to. “Yeah, Ruby just orders him around and he does it. Feel like I maybe need to tell her to reel it in.”
“No, she’s fine.” Harry shook his head. “I think he likes it, he’s just happy to have a friend.”
That comment stirred me a little. Did he not have any friends before?
I realised it was rude of me to make Harry wait outside, and I was sure Oscar hadn't heard me. “Let me just go and get him - they’re in the garden. Come in,”
“Oh, thank you.”
I left Harry there while I went out to the garden to find the children. They were still playing, completely oblivious to the world around them.
“Oscar, your daddy is here to take you home.”
“Oh,” Ruby said with a sad pout.
Oscar was already standing and had started making his way towards the house.
“You still get to see him tomorrow, Rubes.” I reminded her.
“I know but it was fun having him here.” She whined, following Oscar.
“And you get to do it again next week. And you’re going to Oscar’s house on Wednesday and Thursday. So you will have lots of occasions like this to come, won’t you?”
She huffed at me. “Yes.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
Harry was still waiting in the hallway, barely having moved. “Hey, little man.” He grinned at the sight of his child.
“Hi, daddy.” Oscar smiled up to him.
“D’you have a good time?”
“I did.”
“Good lad. Say thank you to Ruby and her mum for looking after you, then.”
“Thank you Ruby, thank you Ruby’s mum.”
He was so cute I wanted to burst. “You’re very welcome.”
“Bye Oscar!” Ruby shouted. “Bye Harry!”
“Bye, Ruby.” Harry chuckled. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
We waited for them to reach their car before I closed the door and locked us in. Ruby was standing in the middle of the hall as if she suddenly didn’t know what to do with herself.
“Ready for a bath, poppet?”
She hummed, the sound disconnected.
“Come on then.”
I helped Ruby bathe, though she didn’t play like she normally would. She let me wash her hair and scrub her down, and then she got out. I wrapped her up in a towel and dried her off, plaited her hair and tucked her into bed. A minute later she was asleep.
My house had been turned into a bombsite for Ruby’s party. Not that it was the definition of pristine on a normal day, but even for a small party with close family and a few friends, my mother decided to bring an overkill of food and drink and decorations. I left her to it.
Zara and Mickey had come, with Geri, her husband Owen and Milly. Mum and Dad had been there for hours, Frank and Diane with them. The only people we were waiting for now were Oscar and his dad, and Ruby’s other friend Scarlett.
I knew I was rubbish at hosting but I couldn’t ask Mum and Dad to host a birthday party after everything else they were doing for us, so I bit the bullet, pulled my big girl trousers up and just got on with it. Dad actually ended up answering the door more than I did. I just tried to make sure everyone had enough to drink to keep hydrated before the food came out.
Harry turned up with Oscar just as Mum was arranging all the food on the table. Of course they were the only people I actually answered the door to.
“Hello, welcome!” I tried to put on my best happy and excited voice, even though I was sure I sounded constipated.
“Hi, thank you.” Harry smiled, nudging Oscar in first. “Go on, mate.”
“Everyone is in the garden, you’re just in time for food.”
I walked through the house after them to make sure they went the right way, not that there was much room to get lost in my modest little home.
As soon as Oscar spotted the other children he was off like a shot, leaving Harry and I alone. I felt awkward and didn’t know what to say.
“Decorations are cool.” Harry commented as he gazed around the garden.
I grimaced to myself because I actually hated them. My Colombian mother had set the garden up like a Hawaiian luau (make it make sense!), with inflatable palm trees and flamingos, palm leaf bunting, lei headbands, wristbands and garlands. My dining table looked like a giant hay bale, and there were paper pineapples in every direction but I didn’t know why.
“My mother is to thank for this. I was just gonna give her a tiara and a sash.”
Harry looked at me with a smirk. “The ones she’s wearing now?”
I nodded. “Yep. Drink?”
“Love one.”
I helped Harry find a non-alcoholic beverage, sourcing one for myself too.
Mum had gone all out on the Colombian niceties, including Lulada - a smoothie-like drink which was notoriously hard to come by in this country.
“Floss,” she hurried over to me with a tray of cholados, “¿Puedes volver a ponerlos en el congelador? Se derretirán antes de que nadie se los coma.” She asked me to put them back in the freezer before they melted.
“Sí,” I took the tray from her, “las sacaré en 30 minutos más o menos.” I said I’d bring them back out in about half an hour.
“Gracias, mí querida.” Thank you, my darling. She kissed my cheek before I disappeared inside.
I stored them in the freezer in the top drawer and told myself to keep an eye on when everyone was finished with the savoury food before I brought them back again.
Back outside, I grabbed a plate and called for Ruby to come and get something to eat. Oscar was already with his daddy next to me looking over the spread with confused expressions.
“Florence?”
I looked at Harry when he spoke my name.
“Sorry, Floss.” He was obviously getting irritated having to correct himself all the time. “Er, what is everything?”
I bit back a flattered smile. It wasn’t very often I was the one someone went to for information. “Yeah, it’s all Colombian, but it’s actually more normal than it looks. So, the deep-fried things are empanadas, done the Colombian way, with chicken and potato fillings. Next to that in the weird-looking green leaf bags are tamales. They’ve got chicken, pork and peas in them, and the leaf around the outside is a plantain leaf which you can eat. And the bread is pan de bono which is cheese and yuca bread. So, it’s cheesy bread but made with yuca starch, and they are bangin’ when they’re still warm.”
Harry laughed, “Alright.”
“The pitta-looking things are arepas - Mum usually fills them with pulled pork and tomato, and they’ve been grilled on the barbecue. All this meat,” I gestured vaguely to the wide selection of charred meats, “is what we call carne a la llanera, so it’s been slow cooked on a barbecue on, like a tall round spit, and you have it with the steamed potatoes and guacamole. The two big pots are ajiaco and cazuela de mariscos, which are chicken and potato soup and a seafood soup.
“Then for desserts you’ve got cocadas which are like coconut cookies, and obleas which are wafer sandwiches with fruit, nuts, cream and chocolate. I’ve also just put cholados in the freezer which are frozen fruit cups - like a frappe but not.”
“Wow.” Harry nodded, smiling, “okay. Thank you.”
“Any time.” I smiled back.
I filled my plate up and made sure Ruby had done hers, and then went to sit with Geri and Zara while I ate.
“Floss, do you ever regret jilting the dentist?”
I snapped my head in Zara’s direction, glaring at her. “Shut up.” I made sure said dentist wasn’t paying attention before I continued. “No I don’t.”
“Really? You seem to get on so well, it must play on you a little bit.”
“No, it doesn’t. I am fine.”
“So, there’s nothing there?” Geri��s question was inquisitive. “No… flirting or anything like that?”
“We literally just look after each other’s children sometimes. Not that deep.”
The pair of them narrowed their eyes at me. “We shall see.”
I ignored them and carried on eating.
The party continued for a few hours, with Ruby opening her gifts while everyone was still there and the cholados finally being served because I definitely forgot. I disappeared for a little while because I was concerned about the state of the kitchen, but Ruby was left in good hands.
I heard so much while I was in the kitchen. There wasn’t an abundance of couples at this child’s birthday, but 3 out of 4 managed to have an argument in the living room without realising I was only in the room next door.
Zara and Mickey were first, although it was more like bickering than an actual argument. Mickey wanted to leave early for something and Zara kept saying no. I wasn’t necessarily offended that he wanted to leave early. He wasn’t too great friends with anyone here and he didn’t have any children to appreciate a children’s party.
The arguments only really got intense when Geri and Owen started digging at one another.
“Where are you going?” Geri hissed.
I didn’t know whether I should keep going with my tidying or stop entirely so they weren’t interrupted.
“I’m going home, Geri.” Owen said, not concerned with whispering.
“Why? You can’t just leave without saying anything - people will find it strange.”
“People in this village find everything strange if it’s not entirely to their view of normal.”
“I know this. Look at what Floss has had to put up with recently.”
“Floss brings most of her own troubles on herself.”
Ouch.
“Don’t be so archaic, Owen. That’s not fair and you know it.” Geri’s voice came much harsher than before. “You said you wanted to keep up appearances for Milly’s sake, and you leaving in the middle of a party because you’re pissed off with me is not what I would consider keeping up appearances.”
“I just can’t do it. I can’t go around behaving like we’re still happy and in love or whatever when you don’t want me anymore.”
“I still care about you! I’ll always care about you - that doesn’t just go away!”
“Not enough to stay with me!”
“You can’t keep me forced in a marriage this way, Owen!”
“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you fucking married me!”
I’d heard way more than I should’ve, but I couldn’t start making noises now, one of them might kill me. I bit my lip and continued standing still in the middle of the room in silence. I had a wet pan in my hands and it was dripping onto the floor. I started drying it with a tea towel as quietly as possible.
After a painful period of silence, Geri finally sighed. “Go home, then. I’ll make up some shitty excuse as to why you’ve fucked off without saying anything.”
“Maybe you should tell everyone the truth. We are in this stupid mess because of you in the first place.”
“I wouldn’t want to deny you the pleasure of telling everyone yourself how evil I am.”
“I will never take any pleasure in telling people that my wife is leaving me. Especially not for a woman. It’s embarrassing.”
“You’re only embarrassed because it emasculates you. Get your head out your arse.”
A second later the front door slammed, and I flinched. I heard Geri’s footsteps disappear back outside. I went back to cleaning up my kitchen with tense shoulders and tinnitus.
Frank and Diane were next, although I had no interest as to what they were arguing about, nor did I care whether they could hear me or not. I did the washing up as loudly as I pleased.
Whatever the two of them were arguing about didn’t last very long, and Diane went back to the garden to enjoy the remainder of Ruby’s afternoon. Frank, however, obviously couldn’t help himself.
The door creaked when he opened it. “What’re you hiding in here for, Florence?”
“I’m not hiding.” I retorted, refusing to look at him.
Frank made a sceptical sound, but I knew it was a farce. The man’s entire life was a farce. He started picking at the leftover food on the counter. “This is all lovely but I do miss a good sausage roll and pork pie.”
I took a deep breath. “Bring your own next time, then.”
“Oh, no - I could never insult your mother like that.”
“But you’ll do it behind her back?”
I could feel Frank’s eyes burning the back of my head. “I’m just saying… We English people like to eat English food.”
I’d paused in doing the washing up, too angry to speak. I clenched my fist around the sponge, dishwater pouring out of it over my pruning hand.
“I don’t mean to offend you, Florence.”
“Really?” I scoffed. “Because you’re doing an excellent job of it.”
“Don’t be like that.”
I threw the sponge into the sink and turned a glare on him. “In future, if you don’t like the food my mother pours herself into for hours on end, don’t fucking come.”
He shushed me, that smarmy look on his face again, and he placed his hands on my waist.
I felt sick.
“Calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just airing my thoughts. I love Daniela’s food - always have.”
“Please take your hands off me.”
“Florence, come on,”
“Floss.” I corrected him through gritted teeth, trying to move away from him.
He laughed at me. “What’s got you so wound up today, aye?” He started stroking my sides.
“Lo juro por Dios, si no me quitas las manos de encima te castro.” I threatened to cut his dick off if he didn’t stop touching me.
Someone cleared their throat and knocked on the kitchen door. Frank took a frantic step back, and I could feel my face burning.
Harry was standing just outside the door, with Oscar and Ruby playing just behind him. He looked a little pale in the face, expression unreadable. “Sorry to interrupt,”
“No, no,” Frank raised his hands, “you’re fine, young man. I was just heading back out anyway - you carry on.”
I couldn’t help but notice the subtle glare on Harry’s face as he watched Frank leave the room. I was already gawking at him when he met my gaze again.
“I, um, just wanted to let you know that we’re gonna head off, if you don’t mind?”
“Oh,” I shook my head, “of course not. Um, did you both have a good time?”
“I did.” Harry smiled, though it wasn’t quite as genuine as I’d seen before. “Oscar, have you had a good time?”
Oscar stopped whatever it was he was doing with Ruby and peered up at me. “Yes, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” I smiled back at him.
Harry stroked a hand over his son’s floppy curls. “Ready to go?”
Oscar silently nodded.
Ruby and I walked the dentist and his son to the door and waited for them to safely get into their car and drive off, waving at them the whole time like those Chinese cat statues with the funny arms.
“Having a good day, poppet?”
Ruby stood right in front of me, her head craned to look up at me with the biggest smile. “Yes, thank you, Mummy.”
“Good girl. We’ll have a nice day tomorrow as well, just me, you and niñera y abuelo, sí?”
“¡Sí!” She shouted back, and opened her arms wide.
I giggled, leaning down to pick her up around her middle. She clung to me like a koala did a tree - her arms around my shoulders and her legs hooked behind my back. I pecked her nose and her cheek, and she did the same right back to me.
“Te amo, Mamá.” I love you, Mummy.
I hummed loudly with the proudest grin on my face. I loved hearing her speak Spanish. “Yo también te amo, querida.” I love you too, darling.
Early on Sunday morning, I pulled everything for the puppy’s arrival out of the shed in the back garden and set it up in the living room. Dad was already on his way back from Wisbech with the puppy in tow, apparently fast asleep in the front passenger seat.
I’d bought a penn for him because I couldn’t have him running riot around the whole house in the middle of the night, and I wasn’t particularly keen on having him in bed with me or Ruby.
I had to be as quiet as possible because I desperately didn’t want Ruby to wake up before Dad arrived with him, otherwise it would ruin the whole surprise. I made sure everything was ready for the dog, and then I started decorating the living room with more age appropriate decorations than the lual nonsense from yesterday. I’d bought a big pink foil balloon shaped like a number 6 yesterday before her party, and I was pleased to see it had managed to last overnight.
Mum and Dad turned up just after 8 o’clock, which was lucky because I was starting to worry Ruby would’ve been awake 2 hours before, but I hadn’t heard a peep from her.
I made sure the door didn’t make a sound when it opened, and Dad had the puppy on a short lead so there was no chance of him going on a mad rampage through the house before I got Ruby out of bed. He was keen to look around, so Dad walked him around the house for a bit to get him familiar with his new home. After ten minutes of mooching, I sat with him on the floor to calm him down a little.
“There’s that handsome young man I remember seeing!” I whispered, stroking over his head over and over while he licked up my arms. “You are so beautiful, Ruby’s going to be such a happy little girl today.”
The dog flailed around in my lap, ferociously wagging his tail and grunting with all his excitement.
“Can you do me a favour, mister?” I still spoke to the dog, stroking my hands down the length of his little body in the hopes it would settle him. “I need to go and get Ruby so she can come and meet you, but you need to be really good and really patient while I do. Can you do that?”
The dog ruffed, and I started to get antsy.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes!”
I pecked the top of his head a couple of times, and left him with Dad again while I stood up and brushed myself off.
“Shall I make her some breakfast, Floss?” My mum asked, clearly itching to get in the kitchen.
“She wanted some of the leftover obleas - it’s all in the fridge.”
Daniela nodded. “I’ll get them out and ready - make it look nice and pretty for her.”
I lifted my head slightly, biting away a smirk. “Alright.”
I made my way upstairs, lightly knocking on her bedroom door as I peeked my head in.
Ruby lifted her head up, eyes struggling to open and mouth formed in a little ‘o’.
“Buenos dias, cumpleañera.” I said in my quietest voice.
“Buenos dias, Mummy.” She grinned in a gravelly whisper.
I sat on the edge of her bed, smiling at her pretty little face. I wiped the corners of her eyes where sleep had collected, and then stroked the back of my finger against her soft cheek. “Must’ve needed that sleep, it’s nearly 9 o’clock.”
She nodded, rubbing at her own eyes. “I was tired.”
“Shall we get you some breakfast, then? Grandma and Grandad are waiting downstairs, I think they’re hungry.”
“Okay.”
I helped Ruby out of bed and downstairs, letting her go first. As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw the puppy waiting for her. He was sitting like an angel, and either Mum or Dad had wrapped a ginormous blue bow around him.
Ruby squealed, and the dog yapped excitedly, running straight for her out of Dad’s grip. He leapt into her lap, licking her face and trying to crawl all over her. I’d never seen such joy on her face and it almost brought me to tears. Dad was laughing and Mum kept repeating, “Que preciosa,” how precious and, “Hermosa,” beautiful over and over again.
Eventually the dog got so excited that he started running between everyone else for attention as well, and I did have to say it was joyous to watch.
Ruby immediately came to me once she was able to, and wrapped her arms tightly around me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“It’s not just me - Grandma and Grandad helped get him too. He’s from all of us.”
She kept saying thank you as she skipped around the room to each of us. “I’m so happy! He’s exactly what I wanted!”
Thank God. I felt like a physical weight had been lifted off me.
“After we’ve all had some breakfast we can take him for a walk.” Dad said, stroking over her hair. “Hopefully it’ll wear him out a bit.”
“Okay!” Ruby grinned.
Seeing my baby that happy was overwhelming. I knew that in that moment, no matter what stress that animal might cause me ever the next few months while he adjusted, it would be worth it to see Ruby constantly delighted like that.
ten
We drove out to the Sherborne Park Estate at around lunchtime, parked up, and began walking. We started easy, far enough that Bongo would exert some energy for when we stopped to eat, but not so much that we’d be carrying him around for the rest of the day.
We walked through the centre of the park first, through the woods and around to the village. In the village we had lunch in the local and always popular tea room, charging up ready for the rest of the afternoon. From the village we did a huge loop, walking east all the way to River Windrush and then following it along to the Watermeadows, and finally back down to the car park through the common and Picardy Copse.
It was a beautiful day for a walk like that, and a beautiful day to celebrate my baby’s birthday with her new best friend.
Bongo was incredibly well-behaved for such a young puppy. People stopped constantly to give him attention, and he lapped it up like any good boy would. He never barked, he never jumped, he never bit, he never growled. He just basked in his new life of being the most popular dog around. In the car on the way back he stretched across the backseat, with his chin resting on Ruby’s knee and his paws poking into my thigh.
I was overly conscious about our nighttime routine with him. While he was so young I wanted him to stay in his penn because I’d read horror stories about sofas being destroyed and fridges being raided. I was desperate for that not to happen.
“Mummy, can he sleep with me in my bed tonight?” Ruby asked in the evening just before I was about to put her to bed. She was sitting at the end of the sofa with the dog in her lap, stroking over the top of his head.
“We need to get him used to his cage, muffin. If we let him sleep wherever he wants to he won’t be disciplined when he’s older and he’ll be too big for that.”
“Oh,” she pouted, a devastated sigh leaving her. She never argued any further.
I went up with her, resting my head on the side of her bed while she talked herself to sleep. Bongo had decided to join us but I wouldn’t let him on the bed, so he sat next to me, ferociously wagging his tail. Once Ruby was safely off, I took the puppy back downstairs with me.
“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you, mate?” I chuckled as he stretched out next me, his chin on my thigh. I stroked him from his head to his back over and over.
I watched TV for a little while longer, but I was tired too and eventually decided to go up early.
I ushered Bongo into the penn, gave him a couple of chin scratches and a peck on the head, and then dropped some biscuits into his bed. Obviously he ate the treats without question, and I made my escape.
Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, he started whimpering. I stalled, guilted but the sound. My chest tightened and I tried not to turn back to him to give him the attention he wanted. I was out of sight so he didn’t know that I’d stopped, and I waited to see if he would calm down.
I knew the longer I waited listening to him the more likely I would be to give in to him, so I marched upstairs and pretended I hadn’t heard it. I readied for bed and tucked myself in, dozy as soon as my head hit the pillow.
It was quiet. All I could hear was the wind whistling through the houses from the field. I didn’t hear a car, I didn’t hear a conversation, and I didn’t hear the puppy downstairs.
Until he barked.
When he started barking, it wasn’t fully formed. It was like those little yappy things you hear on dogs that are smaller than cats. But it was still loud, and I was scared Ruby would wake.
I whined and sat up, throwing the covers off me. I hurried back downstairs while making as little noise as I possibly could, and sat on my knees in front of the puppy before he could make another sound.
I shushed him, stroking over the top of his head where he sat upright in his bed. He licked my face and hands, like it was some kind of bribe for me to stay with him. I was stupid but I wasn’t that stupid.
I waited with him for ten minutes before I tried again, because I could barely keep my eyes open, but all the events from my original attempt repeated themselves. Bongo started crying as soon as I was out of sight, and two minutes after he started barking.
“Fuck sake,” I muttered, and marched my way back downstairs.
I stood in front of him with my arms folded and a scowl on my face. “Right, let’s get one thing straight, mister. I am in charge of this house, not you. You stay down here at nighttime and you go to sleep like a good boy, and I go to bed upstairs like a normal human being. Got it?”
He stared at me, completely silent.
“Good. Now, I’m going to bed, and you will stay here quietly.”
I turned around and opened the latch on the penn. In the next second, Bongo had shot out and was on his way to the stairs.
“Oh, you little shitbag.” I said through gritted teeth.
When I found him he was charging excitedly from the landing, into my room and back again. Once he spotted me, he ran back into the bedroom and jumped onto my bed. He padded his way around it for a while and then plonked himself down in the middle of the two pillows.
I dragged a hand down my face and tried not to squeal.
Crawling onto the bed, I shooed him away with my hand and hiss-like noises. He growled playfully and ran to the end of the bed, and I took my opportunity to settle back down. Bongo curled up right next to me only seconds later.
Once again, as I was close to drifting off, I was interrupted by something else.
“Mummy!” Ruby shouted in a whisper from the doorway.
“Ruby, go back to bed.” I said without even opening my eyes.
“You said Bongo had to stay downstairs!” She argued, climbing up onto my bed. “You lied, you just wanted him all for yourself!”
“That’s not true.” I shook my head against my pillow, eyes still shut. “He was barking and escaped.”
“I think you should let me sleep in here with you to say sorry for lying to me.”
I rolled onto my back, utterly bewildered. She was smarter than me, that was for sure. “Fine, but you have to go to sleep, Ruby. You can’t stay awake all night and play with the dog - he needs to learn a routine and you need to keep yours.”
She hummed thoughtfully, over-exaggerating with it in that way that children do, and then grinned. “Okay.”
She crawled under the covers on the empty side of the bed and settled right down. “Night night, Mummy.”
“Buenas noches, querida.”
In the morning I took Ruby to school and she got upset because she couldn’t take Bongo with her. It must’ve been frustrating for her - I could understand where she was coming from. Yesterday all she’d done was spend time with her puppy, it was all the world revolved around, and now she was being dragged back down to Earth. All it took for her to calm was the reminder that he’d be waiting for her when she finished, and it was our day to look after Oscar. She ran off towards the school gates, nearly face-planting on her way there.
“Now that is a handsome boy.” Zara said once she arrived at the garage, abandoning her things in the middle of the floor and dropping to her knees in front of the puppy.
I watched with a small smile as Bongo made himself familiar with the new face and his new surroundings, tentatively lifting his muzzle up towards Zara and sniffing her before he decided she was acceptable.
“What was she calling him again?”
“Bongo.” I said, and zipped up my coveralls.
“Great name. How did something so smart come out of you - your child is a genius?”
I shook my head. “No idea. Must be something from her Dad. Tea?”
“Go on, then.”
I slipped out of the office to the kitchenette at the back of the garage and made a round of tea for us. I drank it while I was going through the pile of forms for cars that needed to be fixed. There was a lot.
“Did you notice anything weird between Geri and Owen on Saturday?” Zara asked, perching on the edge of the desk. She took forms from me as I handed them to her - jobs that she could easily do.
“Nope.” I lied.
Of course I hadn’t forgotten about the argument they’d had in the living room while I was pretending not to be in the near vicinity in the kitchen. But Geri’s issues with her husband were none of my business, and I didn’t intend to find it out without her telling me on her own accord.
“They were behaving so weirdly, I swear. He wouldn’t look at her.”
“Maybe they’d just had an argument.” I shrugged.
“Me and Mickey had had an argument, but we didn’t just not talk to each other. And Owen left without saying anything. Not a chance in hell did he leave early because he was sick. He was slurping down those frozen things that your mum puts alcohol in like nobody’s business.”
“Cholados.” I reminded her. “I think you’re reading too much into it, Z.”
“I’m gonna ask her.” She decided in that instance. “Was she at the school this morning?”
“I didn’t see her, but I don’t in the mornings very often.”
Zara wandered off with her job forms in hand, leaving me to feel more concerned than I had over the weekend. I appreciated that Zara was probably just trying to be a good friend, but I knew what Geri was like, and I knew that she didn’t like other people poking into her business. If what Owen had said was true and she was leaving him, that was something she needed to come to us with, not the other way around.
Later on Zara told me that Geri had replied to her text, but she’d said nothing was wrong and she and Owen were fine. I told her to leave everything alone after that.
That evening I was curious as to what would happen with Bongo. I couldn’t have him stay in bed with me again - it disrupted Ruby’s bedtime routine.
I decided to stay up as late as possible, putting him in his cage before I went up but staying up with him for a little while longer. He did curl up in his bed after a while of sitting and staring at me, and I turned the TV right down so I could hear his breathing.
It took a bit longer than I’d have liked, but I remained patient. He kept standing up, circling a few times on the spot and then plonking back down again. He did this maybe ten times before he finally nodded off. I listened to him snoozing for another hour before I took myself to bed.
I was glad when I got to the stairs and he didn’t cry, and more so when I got into bed and fell asleep, and was not awoken by the sound of his barks downstairs.
I don’t know what time it was when I woke up and needed the toilet, but I hadn’t heard a peep out of him. I decided to look in on Ruby to make sure she was alright before I used the bathroom.
I tried not to lose my temper when I saw that at some point she’d woken up, gone downstairs, and brought the puppy upstairs to sleep with her. He was curled up next to her by her feet, snoring away. I knocked my forehead against the doorframe.
I couldn’t wake them up now. I’d have a barking dog and an upset child.
That morning, I made sure she knew she wasn’t to do it again.
“But he was crying, Mummy!” She insisted, a little scowl on her face. “I didn’t want him to be alone and I didn’t want him to wake you up.”
“Ruby, he has got to get into a routine with us, we can’t just let him all over the house because he cries at night - he needs discipline.”
“It was just last night, I promise! I won’t let him with me again.”
I knew at that point all I could do was take her word for it.
On Tuesday afternoon I was ready for a fight. I’d prepared all of my receipts from sending Ruby to that awful morning club, and was just waiting to pounce on Lorraine. I took Bongo out of the car and let him drag me by the lead. Geri was standing alone, which I found odd at first considering Harry was also waiting, but then I realised he was being heckled by three other mums. I didn’t know what he was saying but it couldn’t have been as funny as Debbie was making it out to be.
“What’s going on there?” I asked, tightening Bongo’s lead as I stood next to Geri.
She leant down with a smile to pet the animal, greeting him with the same cooed, “Hi, gorgeous boy,” as she did yesterday. “Just pointless flirting. I was talking to him to begin with, and then one of the mums I don’t know joined us and started asking about molars and flossing. But she was flirting so I gave up and left.”
I snorted. “Sounds painful.”
“It was really weird, I won’t lie. Like, I know he’s a dentist, but I don’t think talking about molars in a flirtatious way is going to get the bloke to like you.”
“What even are molars?”
Geri turned to me with a frown. “They’re… teeth, Floss.”
“Oh.” Was all I said.
I looked in the direction of the dentist. He was wearing scrubs on his bottoms again and a plain white t-shirt, one arm folded across his front and supporting the other, rubbing his hand into his stubbly cheek. He also didn’t say a single word, while Debbie didn’t look like she was ever going to shut up.
In the next second he glanced in my general direction, meeting my gaze. He lifted his hand away from his face by way of a wave. I didn’t know what to do, then. I’d been caught staring. I forced a smile, but looked back to the gate.
“Why are you so afraid of that man?” Geri asked. I wasn’t looking at her but I was sure she was smirking.
“I’m not afraid of him.” I lied.
“Floss, you couldn’t be more terrified of him if you tried. I know he’s a dentist, but he’s harmless.”
“Dunno what you mean.”
Seconds later, Bongo suddenly got excited, weaving through my legs and away from me.
“Hey,” I said, following where he was trying to run off to as I gripped his lead tighter, “stay here, please.”
It turned out Harry had excused himself from conversation about general dentistry to come and speak to us. Or the dog, I wasn’t sure.
“Hello,” He said immediately to the puppy, crouching down to give him some fuss, “hello.”
I watched, stunned and frozen in my place while the dentist gave the dog his full attention for a solid minute, stroking and cooing included. I couldn’t not watch - it would be almost rude not to. A good-looking man in scrubs and a cute puppy fawning over one another? They made whole calendars with this kind of content.
Geri nudged me, and I finally looked away to find that everyone else was watching him too. I felt under pressure.
Harry finally stood to his full height and smiled at me. “Y’alright?”
I nodded tightly. “Yep, you?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Much better for seeing this good boy.”
Bongo was still fighting for his attention with hand licks and standing on his back legs while pawing up Harry’s front.
We waited in silence for the children to appear, with me staring ahead and trying not to draw attention to myself, Geri picking her nails, and Harry still playing with the dog.
Then, I spotted Lorraine across the car park talking to one of the dads, and I forgot about everything else around me. “Excuse me,” I muttered.
From where she was standing it looked like she might have been trying to avoid me, but she had a fat chance of that happening. As soon as she noticed I was coming, her initial expression was shock, and then she squared herself off.
Bongo was trotting alongside me and stopped when I did. Then he did something I didn’t expect - he looked up at the woman I was ready to fight with, and immediately growled.
Interesting!
“Come to pay the money you owe me, Florence?” Lorraine goaded.
“No. How many months in total was Ruby coming to you?” I demanded.
She scoffed at me. “I don’t know.”
“Considering you’re asking me for more money, do you not perhaps think you should know?”
Lorraine opened her mouth, but never actually said anything.
“How many months?” I repeated.
“I don’t know!”
“Then go and find out!”
Her expression fell, mouth parted. Then, in a snap movement, she shook her head and marched away, scowling. I watched her as she yomped across the car park, muttering away to herself.
The dad she was talking to before gave me a judgemental look. I glared at him when I turned away.
“I have never seen you like that before.” Geri said, eyes wide but quite obviously entertained by my little outburst.
Harry snorted. “I have.”
Bongo was fussing around my legs, little squeaks coming out of him. I sighed and bent down to pick him up. He licked my cheek and then pushed his head into it.
“I’m sorry, but I am not going to be bullied by that ridiculous woman. I don’t care what she’s told the other parents and whether they believe her, she’s a cunt.”
I waited and waited for Lorraine, or Ruby, to appear from the school. Something was obviously keeping the children back but we hadn’t been told anything about it if that was the case. Sometimes they held these emergency assemblies and sent us an email about it an hour before the end of the day. If they had sent one, I hadn’t seen it.
Lorraine finally came back, cheeks pink and her shoulders slumped. She didn’t usually look so miserable. She made her way straight over to me, but she was obviously conscious of the other parents watching. I put Bongo back on the floor, and he’d already begun growling at her.
“22 months.” She said, barely audible.
“Sorry?”
“22 months.” She repeated, much clearer, followed by a defeated huff.
“Right.” I shoved my pile of bank statements into her chest and folded my arms. “Count them.”
She looked at the receipts and then at me. “What?”
“They’re all there, highlighted to make it easier for you. So I want you to count them.”
People were starting to whisper and it was irritating me. I knew we were a spectacle for the bored parents of this sleepy village, but I wanted them to see that no matter how stupid I made myself look, I wasn’t going to let other people get away with it.
Lorraine stood and counted every highlighted transaction on the papers in front of her. She held her breath at the end, the paper crumpling in her hands, and then she counted them again.
“Well?”
She swallowed. “22. There’s 22 here.”
“I thought so.” I said, snatching the paper back from her. “Thank you very much.”
“It was an honest mistake, Floss.”
“I don’t care if it was an honest mistake.” I said, folding my arms. “You were pissed off that I went mad at you in the car park, and you found the first thing you could to try and make me look bad in front of all of these people like some kind of dumb revenge. You knew exactly what you were doing, whether the error was genuine or not. Did you really think that as someone who runs her own company I wouldn’t know how to handle my fucking finances?
“I’m so sick of this fucking nonsense with you. You fucked up by trying to hide the fact that your son is a bully, and that you enabled him. Whispering shit to him about my life so that he could use it against my child. And then I called you out on it and you got angry, so you bitched about me to the other parents and then tried to embarrass me in front of them. Do you know how petty that is?”
Lorraine swallowed, “I’m sorry.”
“I know I am not the smartest person in this village. I know people think I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I have never cared what people think of me as a person. However I will not accept someone taking their dislike for me and trying to make me look like a bad parent, because I know that is one thing I’m good at.”
“Mummy!”
At the sound of Ruby’s call I took a deep breath and searched for her. She was running towards us, finally, and my face broke into a smile.
“Hola, querida,” I said, crouching down to accept the hug she always gave me.
Ruby choosing to hug me first over the dog helped me emphasise my point to Lorraine without me even having to.
When I stood up again, Lorraine had already gone.
“¿Vamos a casa de la abuela?” Are we going to Grandma’s?
I stood back at her fully formed question, laughing. “Who taught you that?!”
“Someone came in today to teach us some Spanish! I asked at the end of the day so I could say it to you.”
I shook my head with a smile. “That’s… okay. Well, did you know the most out of everyone else?”
“Yeah! No one else knew any Spanish.”
“Well, there we go. Did you learn any other phrases?”
“Hay una serpiente en mi bota.”
I narrowed my gaze and remembered one of the kids in her class was mad about Toy Story. I snorted. “Of course.”
“What does that mean?” Geri asked.
“There’s a snake in my boot.”
Harry giggled.
Geri smirked and looked down at Ruby. “Hugo?”
She nodded with a big grin.
“Alright, let’s get going. Grandma will be dying to hear about Spanish classes.” I put my free hand to Ruby’s back. “Say bye to everyone.”
“Bye everyone!”
eleven
On Wednesday when I got to the garage there was already someone waiting on the forecourt outside. I didn’t recognise him as local, and he was leaning against the side of his blue Lamborghini Huracan with his arms folded and a pair of sunglasses on that looked too big for his face.
I parked in my usual place out of the way of everything else and stepped out of the car, feeling much less glamorous than he looked.
“Good morning,” I said to him with an expectant expression, but went straight to the garage door to unlock it.
He seemed taken back by my genuine greeting. He looked at his watch and then back at me. “Are you always this tardy?”
I frowned. “I don’t know what that means.”
The strange man pushed away from his car and made his way towards me. Meanwhile, I tussled with the garage door until it finally gave in.
“Are you always this late?”
I looked at him, offended by his question. Up this close I noticed things I couldn’t see before. He was an older man but not old, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. I only guessed this from the salt and pepper hairs around his ears. He had a very square face, but in a kind of attractive way, and when he took his glasses off I found a very blue pair of eyes. He was dressed smartly, in a white dress shirt not buttoned all the way up, and black tailored suit trousers. He looked exactly like the type of person who would drive a blue Lamborghini.
Before I could respond to his rude question, he made a comment that confused me.
“Wow.” He said, taking a step back when I tried to stand straighter.
“What?” I asked with a furrowed brow, but moved towards the buttons on the side of the doorway to finish opening the garage door. It was loud while I did, too loud to hear a man speak.
The stranger’s gaze flicked between me and the ascending garage door, trying not to express his amusement.
I waited for him to finally say what was so… wow, trying not to appear as irritated as I was.
“You’re very beautiful.”
I blinked at him. I couldn’t see how that had anything to do with me being late. “What’s your point?”
Now he looked confused. “I… don’t have a point.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said around my exhale, and turned away from him to get Bongo out of the car. He was sitting in the window when I reappeared with a cocked head, and it was quite cute.
“How long will it take to sort the car?” The weird man asked, following me as I walked Bongo through to the office.
“Well, I’d need to know what’s wrong with it first.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it, it just needs a service.”
“Right,” I rolled my eyes, but he couldn’t see me do it. I settled Bongo down in his bed and then found a form for the customer to fill out. “It usually takes a few hours.”
“So I’ll have it back soon? Like, today soon?”
I stared at him blankly, and looked out into the crammed garage, and then back to him. “Not today, no.”
“Why not?”
“Because all those cars in the garage have actual things wrong with them and they’ve been waiting longer.”
“I can pay you more to prioritise it. Money is no issue.”
Must be nice.
I gave him another perplexed stare. “If you’re so keen to get it done, why didn’t you take it to an actual Lamborghini garage?”
“Because a friend recommended you. And the Lamborghini garage charges an arm and a leg for a service.”
“You’ve literally just said money isn’t an issue.”
He took a moment, unsure what to say, but his bemused smirk said it all. “Alright, fair enough. But you were recommended to me and I’d really like it to be done today. Please.”
“No.” I shook my head, handing him the form on a clipboard.
“Why not? I’ll literally pay you double whatever you would normally charge.”
“I won’t be bought. Sorry.”
“Oh, come on.” He laughed in a kind of pained way. “These other people won’t know.”
“These other people can’t afford to pay me double. That Nissan has been there for three days, and you can sod off if you think I’m not going to start on it right away because you’re too impatient to wait.”
He pressed his lips together tightly. “What’s your name?”
“Floss.”
He tipped his head. “Floss, as in the dental stuff?”
“No, Floss as in Florence.”
He was obviously confused but he was still smirking. “Well, Floss. You drive a hard bargain. Is there anything I can do to convince you otherwise?”
“No.”
“Really? My son is looking to become a mechanic, I could get him to come and help you. Maybe if it works out you could give him a job.”
“If your son is looking to become a mechanic, maybe you should get him to service your car.”
He laughed again, like he was in agony, towards the ceiling. “Come on, Floss. What’s a man gotta do to get his car serviced around here?”
“Wait.” I said, and folded my arms. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but we could talk about this all day and it won’t change anything, and I’ve already wasted too much time talking about it. You either leave it here, or you don’t. Your choice.”
The man looked at me for a while, and he was obviously fighting with himself. “You know it’s not very often I don’t get my own way.”
“I believe you.”
He sighed and started filling the form out, but he was enjoying himself. “You know, I quite like the idea of having my car looked at by you. And on the plus side of leaving it here, I get to come back and see that pretty face of yours again.”
I took the form from him when he handed it to me, and hooked the clipboard under my arm. “Do you need a courtesy car?”
He bit away a smile. “I might do.”
“Is that a ye-,”
“-Morning!” Zara announced herself. She was carrying a small brown paper bag and a two-slot tray with coffees on the top.
I lifted my head at her as she passed, and she wasn’t shy in eyeing up the man standing in front of me.
“Don’t worry about the courtesy car.” He said rather quickly. “Just give me a call when you’re done with her.”
“Okay.”
I was admittedly relieved to see him go, and my tense posture dropped once he finally left the garage.
Zara came to stand next to me, chewing on a croissant. “Who was he?”
“Some minted Lambo owner.” I said, looking at the information on the form. Darren was his name. He looked like a Darren.
“He was sexy.”
“He was annoying.”
“Yeah, but he was sexy.”
I grunted at her and turned away.
“What did he want?”
“A service.”
Zara’s laugh was dirty. “You could give him a right good service if you tried hard enough. And he’d enjoy it.”
I paused, narrowing my gaze at her. “You’re not talking about the car, are you?”
“No I’m bloody not, he was delicious. Let me tell you, if I was single I’d-,”
“-You don’t need to tell me, Z. Leave some for the imagination.”
I wandered into the office and left Darren’s form on the bottom of our to-do pile. Or rather, on the bottom of Zara’s to-do pile, since she usually did the service jobs.
“Cheers for the coffee.”
“My pleasure. I was running late so it was the least I could do.”
I spent the rest of the day stressed at how much work I had to do, and found myself late collecting Ruby from the dentist’s house again. He must’ve thought I was utterly useless.
I had no idea what I looked like marching across the pebbles up to the front door, but at that point in the day I didn’t really care. I knocked twice and then folded my arms.
It took Harry barely a minute to come and answer. He swung the door open, an easy smile on his face again and in a pair of bright green jogging bottoms and a white t-shirt. “Hi,” he started, and then he frowned at the sight of me, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I’ve just had a busy day.” I shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it.
Harry pressed his lips together, still frowning at me like he was debating something. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, it’s alright. Honestly. I really just need to get Ruby home and fed.”
He studied me for a little bit longer. “I don’t mind if you want to have a little bitch, Floss. ‘M all ears.” He flicked behind his right ear with a little smile.
I bit away my own. “I appreciate that, but-,”
“-Mummy!”
Ruby appeared behind Harry in the hallway, a big grin on her face, and she sped out to me to give me a hug.
“Hola, querida.” I said as I hugged her back. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. She was warm and it felt wonderful around me. “¿Cómo estás?”
She looked at me with a hum, playing with my hair in the ponytail I had it in. “Soy bueno.”
“Buena.” I reminded her. “You’re a lady.”
“Ruby,” Harry said, and we both looked back his way. Oscar was standing by his legs with a little smile on his face. “Do you and your mum want to stay for dinner?”
Ruby gasped and looked at me, eyes bright and warm. “Can we, Mummy? Please, please, please?”
“Er…” I was lost for words.
“Please?” She begged.
I looked back at Harry, who had a smug grin on his face, probably because he knew I didn’t have a way of saying no.
“Mummy, please?”
I sighed and put her back on her feet. “I guess we can, yeah.”
“Yay!” Ruby squealed, and started jumping up and down. “Can I go and get Bongo?”
Shit, I’d forgotten about the dog.
I met Harry’s gaze again. “I’ve got a blanket he can sit on.” He offered.
“Oh, are you sure? I’ve got one in my car if you’d prefer?”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
I gave Ruby the key to the car so she could go and retrieve her puppy, watching carefully to make sure there wasn’t an accident where he ran off or accidentally tripped her over. She ran straight into the house with him and Oscar, leaving the key with me. I locked the car from where I stood.
“That was really naughty of you.” I said to Harry as he took a step back to let me in.
He laughed, cheeks a little rosy. “What? It was Oscar’s idea - blame him.”
I toed my shoes off by the front door and followed the dentist through to the kitchen in the next room.
Even though the house looked big from the outside, inside it was still very much like a cottage, with low ceilings and exposed beams. The kitchen was open plan with a dining room, spread from the front to the back of the house, the counters overlooking the garden, and then a four-seater breakfast table in the front window, with a cushioned bench.
In the next room was the lounge, where the children had toys spread out everywhere, of which Bongo was animatedly sniffing.
“Ruby, you keep a close eye on him.” I warned her, “And don’t let him get on any of the furniture, alright?”
“Okay!” She agreed, but I wasn’t convinced she’d actually listened to a word I said.
Harry put a large woollen blanket on the floor by the back door, folded up multiple times so that it was comfortable enough for him. “That alright?”
“More than alright, thank you.”
“What do you want for dinner, kids? Takeaway?”
“Yeah!” They screamed in unison.
I gave Harry a bemused frown. “Where are you gonna get a takeaway from in Bibury?”
“The Catherine Wheel.”
“They don’t deliver…”
He smirked. “They do to me. What would you like, Ruby?”
I watched with fascination as Harry took the children’s orders, and then he nodded me back into the kitchen and told me to make myself comfortable. I gingerly sat at the dining table, not comfortable at all.
He moved around his kitchen with ease. It was like watching a practised dance as he found glasses out of cupboards and bottles out of racks. His arms were everywhere and his legs swanned around. His back muscles rippled with every slight movement and it was embarrassing how closely I watched his every move. I was so fascinated by him I didn’t realise what he was doing until he screwed the top back on the wine bottle.
“Harry, I can’t have a drink.” I shook my head as he presented me with a glass of red wine.
“Why not?”
“It’s a school night, and I have to drive home.”
He shrugged, and sat in the chair next to mine. “It’s only one - you’ll be fine.”
I set my jaw, but I tried not to give away just how frustrated I was. Today was not the day for this. I didn’t need to get hot under the collar over this man after my horrendous day.
“What happened at work?”
I stared at him, noting the relaxed posture he held. He was sitting, but in a rather laid-back way, literally. He’d sunk into the chair, legs stretched under the table, and his right hand was resting on the base of his wine glass.
I tried to make myself as small as possible. “It was just busy - it has been all week. But things just kept coming and kept coming. I’m only one person.”
“Haven’t you got, um,” he scratched his face as he tried to remember, “Zara there with you?”
“I do, but she’s not a mechanic.”
“Oh. What does she do, then?”
“Literally everything else. Services, anything cosmetic, if you know what I mean?” He nodded, so I carried on. “If someone needs a temporary car she’ll handle it. Basically anything that doesn’t involve fixing a car, she does. But at the moment there’s a lot of cars that need fixing.”
“I see.” He nodded again. “Well, I’m sorry you’ve had a shit day.”
I shrugged. “It might not have been so bad if I hadn’t started off the day talking to some utter prick.”
Harry tapped the table. “Tell me more.”
I rolled my eyes. “He was rich. Like, richie-rich. Turned up in a bright blue Lamborghini Huracan and asked why I was late.” I scoffed. “Then when he actually looked at me he was… well, I guess he was flirting with me, and it was odd. Then he wanted to pay extra for me to get the service done faster and I told him no, and he got really funny about it.”
“Funny how?”
“He said he had a son who was training to be a mechanic and tried to get me to hire him to help.”
“That’s weird.”
“I know.”
“Also, Lamborghini garages have services where you can drop your car off and get it serviced there and then.”
“That’s what I said!” I nearly shouted. “But he didn’t want to pay for it, which was ridiculous because he was offering to pay me double the price for the service just to get it done quicker.”
“I mean… from an income point of view, that might not have been a terrible thing.”
“Harry, I’ve got cars sitting in that garage that have been there nearly a week because I haven’t had time to get to them. I’m not going to pander to a spoilt rich man just because he couldn’t be bothered to wait.”
“Alright, I guess I kind of see your point. What was the outcome?”
I grimaced. “He left it with me because he said at least he got to see me again, or something.”
Harry giggled. “God loves a trier.”
“He was a cock.”
“How do you manage to attract these weird men all the time?”
“Dunno, but it might explain why I’m sat here with you.”
The dentist’s mouth fell, and he brought his hand to his chest. “Ouch.”
I took a drink from the glass Harry had poured for me, and I had to admit it was an incredibly satisfying feeling. It made me feel warm inside. Still on the tail end of the comment about weird men, I thought about what Harry had seen on Saturday with Frank.
“I’m not having an affair with Frank, by the way.”
Harry’s head craned back a bit, eyes wide and with a tight smile. “What a statement to make.”
“Oh,” I smacked my face into my palm.
“I don’t even think I know who Frank is, but I’m glad we cleared that up, Floss.” He was laughing, breath around his wine glass making it sing a little as he took a sip.
“No, because I know you saw something on Saturday, and I don’t want you to think-,”
“-Oh, that bloke!” Harry sat forward, patting the table again. “I was going to mention something after but I didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable, which it was obvious you were, by the way.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure how it looked from an outside point of view.”
“You looked like you wanted to murder the man, Florence.”
I screwed my face up, feeling hot. “I did.”
“What did you say to him?”
“What do you mean?”
Harry swallowed another sip of wine. “I heard you say something to him in Spanish.”
“Oh,” I laughed but it was nervous, “I think I said I’d chop his dick off if he didn’t stop touching me.”
Harry nodded with a smile. “Nice. Can he speak Spanish?”
“Not as far as I’m aware. But he’d spent 5 minutes bitching about the fact that my mum only ever made Colombian food when we have a party. Speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand made me feel kind of…”
“Powerful?”
“Yeah? I guess?”
“Well, I’ll tell you it makes you superior to him, that’s for sure.”
I smiled at the table, and I knew I was blushing - I could feel it in my cheeks. “When I was little my mum always used to say she hated that man, and still does now, but I didn’t really know why. And then as I got older it started making sense. Now I hate him more than my mum does.”
“Who even is he?”
“One of Dad’s friends. His wife is also really good friends with my mum, but she’s fuckin’ blind. I think my mum told her once that Frank is a nonce, but it didn’t go down very well.”
Harry's laughter was like barking. “Did she really call him a nonce?”
“Something like that. I don’t think she realised the real meaning of the word at the time.”
“That’s funny. I do like your mum.”
I was nodding around a smile. “Most people do. She’s so Latin in so many ways, like she’s fiery and a bit loud, and very opinionated. But she’s also really… nice? Like a really good kind of nice. Kind, gentle… you know.”
“I do. My mum is the same. Just not Latin.”
That made me giggle for some reason. “You don’t think about how important it is to have a good motherly figure in your life until you’re older, do you?”
Harry took a deep breath and looked towards the living room. “No, you don’t.”
I realised then that he was probably thinking about Oscar and the lack of someone like that in his life. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
He looked at me with a frown. “About what?”
“That stupid comment I just made, I didn’t mean to-,”
“-Jesus, Floss.” He shook his head, laughing breathily. “You don’t need to apologise. We moved down here for a reason - I miss my mum but Oscar needed to form that relationship with his other grandparents too, and I couldn’t do that where I was before.”
I watched him for a moment, but he didn’t seem upset. “Do you miss home?”
He pursed his lips. “Sometimes. I think it was a shock to the system at first, but I maybe kinda prefer it here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! It’s so quiet, the school is good. Well, apart from the bullying incident, but it is good everywhere else. The people are nice, excluding Lorraine. I like it here.”
“That felt like a very small list.”
“I’m serious! I can’t explain it, but it’s just… it’s lovely here. And Oscar is happy and that’s all that matters.”
I took a deep breath. “Well, I can’t argue with that.”
“Would you ever consider moving for Ruby?”
“I’d do anything for Ruby.” I said without hesitation. “I mean, we have everything here that we need - my parents are here, I grew up here and I wouldn’t want to pull her away from that, but if I needed to for whatever reason then I definitely would.
“I actually sometimes think about going to Colombia or one of the other countries down there, but my mother hated it so I’m not entirely convinced it would be any good for us.”
“I don’t know anything about Colombia so I couldn’t say, but I imagine uprooting her life like that might not be best. To move to a new town or city is one thing, but to move to a completely different country is entirely another.”
I smirked. “They your words of wisdom, are they?”
Harry laughed. “Absolutely. Although it was more observation than wisdom.”
I wished he wouldn’t use big words like that.
When the food arrived Harry asked the children to come and sit with us, apparently not keen on Oscar eating in the living room. I hadn’t ever thought about a rule like that - Ruby and I just always ate together at the kitchen table.
After we finished eating I also asked for a pint of water and necked the whole thing for sobriety purposes, not that I was drunk. Ruby thanked Harry and Oscar for having us before even I did, and then we drove home.
Even though I was exhausted we still had to take Bongo for a walk. Ruby could barely keep her eyes open and I ended up carrying her half way around. We called it a night and I promised Bongo a longer walk in the morning before work.
Chapters twelve, thirteen & fourteen
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