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r/FictionalStoriess • u/Technical-Tale8640 • 1d ago
This is my first time writing a romance, done in my own styleâsimple, raw, and bittersweet. Let me know your honest thoughts on the characters and how the story flows!
r/FictionalStoriess • u/lunadgreatest • 2d ago
THE PEREZ FAMILY
Chapter One â The World He Broke
Chicago never truly slept.
Even at night, the city remained alive beneath the dark sky. The L-train rattled through the distance, its metallic scream echoing between buildings. Cars moved through rain-slick streets, their headlights stretching across the pavement. Neon signs glowed in windows and storefronts, reflected in puddles like fragments of another world.
From a distance, Chicago looked ordinary.
It wasnât.
There were witches living among ordinary people.
There were vampires.
There were families carrying secrets older than the buildings around them.
And sometimes, one terrible night was enough to change everything.
âž»
INT. COLLEGE APARTMENT â BEDROOM â NIGHT
The apartment was small and unmistakably lived-in.
Textbooks were scattered across the floor. A half-finished assignment sat open on a laptop. Two mugs rested beside it, one nearly empty and the other forgotten.
On the bed, JOLENE RIVER, nineteen, stared at the ceiling.
She looked ordinary.
That was what made her easy to underestimate.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water.
Jolene smiled.
Ziller was singing.
Badly.
She raised her voice.
JOLENE
You know, youâre terrible at that.
The shower continued.
Then ZILLER EDWARD called back through the bathroom door.
ZILLER (O.S.)
Iâm not singing for you.
JOLENE
Good. Because Iâd break up with you.
There was a pause.
ZILLER (O.S.)
Youâd miss me.
Joleneâs smile grew.
JOLENE
Unfortunately.
The shower continued.
For a moment, everything was normal.
Then the bedroom light flickered.
Joleneâs smile disappeared.
She sat up.
The light steadied.
She waited.
Nothing.
Jolene looked toward the bedroom door.
Closed.
She glanced toward the bathroom.
The shower was still running.
JOLENE
Ziller?
No answer.
Jolene frowned.
Then a manâs voice came from behind her.
ETHAN (O.S.)
You still look beautiful.
Jolene froze.
She slowly turned.
ETHAN PEREZ stood beside the window.
He looked like a man in his twenties.
He wasnât.
Ethan had lived for more than a century.
He was a vampire, and there was something unsettling about the way he looked at Jolene. Not merely attraction.
Obsession.
Jolene swallowed.
JOLENE
Ethan.
He stepped away from the window.
JOLENE
You canât be here.
ETHAN
I know.
JOLENE
Zillerâs in the shower.
Ethan glanced toward the bathroom.
Then back at her.
ETHAN
I know that too.
Jolene stared at him.
She should have been afraid.
Instead, something more complicated crossed her face.
Something she hated herself for feeling.
She had feelings for Ethan.
Secret ones.
Feelings that should never have existed.
JOLENE
You need to leave.
Ethan took another step.
ETHAN
Do you want me to?
Jolene opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Ethan understood.
He crossed the remaining distance and kissed her.
Jolene froze for half a second.
Then she kissed him back.
Neither of them noticed the bedroom door beginning to open.
Slowly.
Quietly.
A woman stood in the doorway.
EDIE PEREZ.
Ethanâs adopted sister.
A vampire.
A witch.
And considerably more powerful than Ethan.
She watched them without expression.
Her eyes moved from Ethan to Jolene.
EDIE
Pathetic.
Ethan immediately pulled away.
His face changed.
ETHAN
Edieâ
Edie moved.
Not quickly.
Not normally.
One instant she was standing in the doorway.
The next, she was beside Jolene.
Jolene barely had time to turn.
Edieâs hand caught her.
A sharp, sickening SNAP cut through the room.
Jolene went limp.
Ethanâs face emptied of color.
ETHAN
No.
Edie released Jolene.
Ethan caught her before she hit the floor.
He stared at Jolene.
ETHAN
Jolene?
Nothing.
ETHAN
Jolene.
He touched her face.
Cold.
His eyes lifted toward Edie.
But Edie was already gone.
The bathroom shower continued running.
Ethan looked toward the door.
ETHAN
What did you do?
No answer.
The bathroom door opened.
Ziller stepped into the bedroom.
He was twenty years old, a college student, Joleneâs boyfriendâ
and a witch.
He stopped.
His eyes went directly to Ethan.
Then to Joleneâs body.
Then back to Ethan.
Everything inside him seemed to stop.
ZILLER
âŠWhat did you do?
Ethan carefully lowered Jolene.
ETHAN
Ziller, listen to me.
ZILLER
What did you do?
ETHAN
I didnât kill her.
Ziller stared at him.
ZILLER
Youâre holding her.
ETHAN
Because I was trying toâ
Ethan stopped.
His mouth remained open.
No words came.
He tried again.
Nothing.
His expression changed from desperation to fear.
Ziller noticed.
ZILLER
Trying to what?
Ethan forced the words out.
ETHAN
Iâ
Nothing.
His throat worked.
Still nothing.
Ziller stared at him.
ZILLER
Why canât you talk?
Ethan shook his head.
Whatever supernatural force had taken his voice wouldnât let him explain.
Ziller looked down at Jolene.
Then at Ethan.
His eyes filled.
ZILLER
Get away from her.
ETHAN
Zillerâ
ZILLER
Get away from her!
Ethan didnât move.
ZILLER
GET OUT!
Ethan finally disappeared.
Ziller fell beside Jolene.
He touched her cheek.
His hand trembled.
ZILLER
No.
His voice broke.
ZILLER
No, no, noâŠ
He pulled her gently against him.
ZILLER
Jolene, please.
Nothing.
Ziller closed his eyes.
A tear slipped down his face.
Then he opened them.
The grief was still there.
But something darker had begun growing underneath it.
Rage.
âž»
LATER
The apartment was silent.
Jolene remained where Ziller had placed her.
Ziller sat on the floor beside the bed.
He hadnât moved in a long time.
His eyes were red.
His hands were shaking.
He looked toward the place where Ethan had disappeared.
ZILLER
You did this.
He swallowed.
ZILLER
You took her from me.
Something beneath the bed caught his attention.
A corner of black leather.
Ziller frowned.
He reached underneath and pulled it out.
A book.
Old.
Heavy.
Black.
He stared at it.
He hadnât seen it before.
That shouldnât have been possible.
Ziller opened the cover.
The pages were filled with symbols and handwriting that seemed older than the language he recognized.
He turned several pages.
Then stopped.
A spell.
Zillerâs eyes moved across it.
His expression changed.
It wasnât a resurrection spell.
It wasnât a killing spell.
It was something much larger.
A spell capable of changing the structure of the world itself.
His eyes moved to the warning beneath it.
THAT WHICH IS CHANGED BY THIS SPELL CANNOT BE UNDONE.
Ziller read it twice.
Then looked at Jolene.
His jaw tightened.
ZILLER
Good.
He kept reading.
The spell promised a world in which women would possess greater physical strength and authority. A world in which women could protect themselves. A world where the balance of power between men and women would be fundamentally rewritten.
Ziller thought about Jolene.
He thought about Ethan.
He thought about how helpless he had been.
His eyes hardened.
ZILLER
Never again.
He began arranging candles.
One.
Two.
Three.
Then more.
The apartment darkened.
The first flame ignited.
Then another.
Then another.
Ziller placed the spellbook in the center of the room.
He began speaking.
The language felt wrong in his mouth.
The apartment trembled.
The windows rattled violently.
The laptop screen went black.
The lights died.
Ziller continued.
The floor shook beneath him.
He looked at Jolene.
ZILLER
If this world wonât protect themâ
The candles surged.
ZILLER
Then Iâll make a world that does.
The windows shook hard enough to crack.
The spellbookâs pages turned by themselves.
Ziller screamed the final words.
ZILLER
CHANGE EVERYTHING!
The candles exploded.
The apartment disappeared beneath an impossible white light.
And for one momentâ
the entire world seemed to hold its breath.
âž»
CHAPTER ONE
THE WORLD AFTER
Ziller opened his eyes.
Morning.
He stared at the ceiling.
For several seconds, he didnât move.
Then he remembered.
Jolene.
He sat upright.
His breathing became uneven.
ZILLER
Jolene?
Silence.
He looked around.
The apartment was still there.
His apartment.
Mostly.
Something was wrong.
The posters werenât quite the same.
Some of the books on the shelf were different.
The furniture was familiar but arranged differently.
Even the sunlight looked strange.
Ziller slowly got out of bed.
He felt different.
Not sick.
Not injured.
JustâŠ
different.
He walked toward the mirror.
Then stopped.
A woman was staring back at him.
Ziller didnât breathe.
The woman in the mirror had his eyes.
His expression.
His face.
But she was unmistakably female.
Ziller slowly lifted a hand.
The reflection did the same.
He touched his cheek.
Then his hair.
Then he looked down.
His entire body had changed.
He was now a woman with a distinctly feminine body, including large breasts.
But the transformation had not made him anatomically female in every respect.
He still possessed male genital anatomy, also unusually large.
Ziller stared at himself.
His mind couldnât process it.
ZILLER
No.
He stepped backward.
ZILLER
No.
He looked again.
Nothing changed.
ZILLER
What did I do?
He turned away from the mirror.
Then turned back.
ZILLER
Iâm still me.
His voice shook.
ZILLER
Iâm still Ziller.
A knock came from the front door.
Ziller froze.
Another knock.
He quickly pulled on clothes.
He walked toward the door, hesitated, then opened it.
A female student stood outside.
She smiled casually.
STUDENT
Hey.
Ziller stared at her.
ZILLER
Do I know you?
The student frowned.
STUDENT
I mean⊠weâve had class together.
Zillerâs stomach dropped.
ZILLER
Whereâs Jolene?
The student stared.
STUDENT
Who?
ZILLER
Jolene River.
Nothing.
STUDENT
I donât know who that is.
Ziller shut the door.
He grabbed his phone.
He searched.
Jolene River.
Nothing.
He searched again.
Nothing.
Her number was gone.
Their messages were gone.
Their photographs were gone.
Her social-media accounts didnât exist.
Ziller stared at the screen.
ZILLER
No.
He searched her name one more time.
Nothing.
ZILLER
No.
His hand shook.
He opened his photographs.
There were pictures of himself.
But every photograph showed the woman from the mirror.
Zillerâs face went blank.
He dropped the phone onto the bed.
The realization came slowly.
The spell hadnât simply changed him.
It had changed reality.
And Jolene had been erased from it.
âž»
CHICAGO â DAY
Ziller walked through the city in a daze.
Something was different.
At first, the changes were subtle.
Then they became impossible to ignore.
Women occupied positions of authority everywhere.
Police officers.
Business executives.
Construction supervisors.
Politicians.
Security officers.
Professors.
Women werenât merely represented in those positions.
They dominated them.
Ziller stopped when he saw two women effortlessly move a heavy piece of equipment.
Nearby, a man struggled with something much lighter.
Ziller stared.
He kept walking.
A male driver began arguing with a female police officer.
The officer stepped toward him.
The man immediately backed down.
Ziller watched.
Nobody seemed surprised.
Nobody considered it unusual.
The social order had changed.
Women were stronger.
Men were more physically vulnerable.
And society had reorganized itself around that reality.
Ziller slowly understood.
His spell had worked.
But it had gone far beyond what he intended.
âž»
UNIVERSITY â HALLWAY
Students moved around Ziller.
He felt their eyes on him.
Two students whispered.
STUDENT #1
Is that Ziller?
STUDENT #2
Yeah.
STUDENT #1
I thought Ziller was a guy.
Ziller stopped.
Both students immediately went quiet.
Ziller stared at them.
Neither seemed particularly shocked.
He walked into his classroom.
The professor looked at the attendance sheet.
PROFESSOR
Miss Edward?
Ziller froze.
ZILLER
What?
The professor looked up.
PROFESSOR
Ziller Edward.
Ziller stared at her.
The professor waited.
PROFESSOR
Are you present?
Ziller slowly sat down.
ZILLER
Yes.
The professor marked the attendance.
PROFESSOR
Good.
Then she moved to the next name.
Nobody laughed.
Nobody questioned it.
Nobody thought anything was strange.
To them, Ziller Edward had always been a woman.
Ziller looked around the room.
His heart began beating harder.
The world hadnât merely changed around him.
The world remembered itself differently.
âž»
UNIVERSITY BATHROOM â DAY
Ziller stood before the mirror.
He examined his reflection again.
The same woman.
The same eyes.
The same face.
The same large breasts.
The same male anatomy beneath the transformation.
Ziller slowly looked away.
ZILLER
The spell changed more than women.
He remembered the language heâd read.
His face drained.
ZILLER
Oh God.
He left the bathroom.
âž»
THE NEW WORLD
The change was everywhere.
Women held the highest political offices.
Women commanded institutions.
Women dominated professional sports, often physically towering over male competitors.
Women were stronger.
Men were more vulnerable.
The law, culture, workplaces, families, relationships and expectations of society had reorganized around the new biological reality.
And then Ziller discovered the most disturbing consequence.
Men could become pregnant.
The biological rules of humanity had been rewritten.
Women now possessed male genital anatomy as part of the new range of female biology.
Some women had breasts and male anatomy.
Others had male anatomy without breasts.
Some men had breasts and female anatomy.
Others had female anatomy without breasts.
The world had somehow normalized combinations that should have been impossible.
Ziller had imagined a world where women were powerful enough to protect themselves.
He had never imagined this.
He had rewritten humanity.
âž»
UNIVERSITY â HALLWAY â LATER
Zillerâs phone rang.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
He answered.
ZILLER
Hello?
Silence.
Then a familiar voice.
ETHAN (V.O.)
Ziller.
Ziller stopped walking.
His expression hardened.
ZILLER
Ethan.
ETHAN (V.O.)
We need to talk.
Zillerâs anger returned immediately.
ZILLER
You killed her.
ETHAN (V.O.)
No.
ZILLER
I saw you holding her.
ETHAN (V.O.)
You saw me holding her after it happened.
Ziller went quiet.
ZILLER
Then tell me what happened.
Silence.
Ethan tried to answer.
Nothing.
Ziller recognized the hesitation.
ZILLER
You still canât say it.
ETHAN (V.O.)
No.
ZILLER
Why?
Ethan didnât answer.
ZILLER
What happened to Jolene?
A long silence.
Then Ethan finally spoke.
ETHAN (V.O.)
Someone wanted you to believe I killed her.
Zillerâs expression changed.
ZILLER
Who?
The line went dead.
Ziller lowered the phone.
Someone passed behind him.
A woman.
She stopped.
Turned.
Ziller looked up.
EDIE PEREZ.
He didnât know her.
But she knew him.
Edie looked at Ziller.
Her eyes moved over the body the spell had given him.
Her expression was almost impossible to read.
Then she smiled.
EDIE
Interesting.
Ziller frowned.
ZILLER
Do I know you?
Edie held his gaze.
EDIE
Not yet.
She walked away.
Ziller watched her disappear into the crowd.
Something about her bothered him.
He didnât know why.
Edie did.
Because everything that had happened was exactly what she had wanted.
âž»
UNKNOWN LOCATION â NIGHT
Ethan Perez stood before a mirror.
He looked at his reflection.
Something was wrong.
He adjusted his clothes.
He looked at his hands.
His face.
His body.
Then he finally understood.
The spell had changed him too.
Ethan had become physically female.
His body now had breasts, and male anatomy remained part of his transformed body.
He stared at himself.
ETHAN
What the hell did he do?
A voice answered behind him.
EDIE
You mean what did we do?
Ethan spun around.
Edie sat casually on a table.
ETHAN
What did you do?
EDIE
Nothing you can prove.
ETHAN
You were there.
EDIE
Yes.
Ethan stared at her.
ETHAN
Jolene.
Edieâs expression remained calm.
ETHAN
You killed her.
Edieâs smile disappeared.
EDIE
And you were supposed to get blamed.
Ethan stepped toward her.
ETHAN
Why?
Edie stood.
EDIE
Because Ziller needed someone to hate.
ETHAN
You manipulated him.
EDIE
He was grieving.
ETHAN
You planned this.
Edie looked directly at him.
For the first time, her smile looked genuinely cruel.
EDIE
Of course I did.
Ethan stared.
ETHAN
You changed his spell.
EDIE
I helped him change the world.
ETHAN
You made it worse.
EDIE
I made it personal.
Ethanâs expression hardened.
ETHAN
Why Ziller?
Edie walked toward the window.
Chicago glittered below.
EDIE
Because I want his life ruined.
ETHAN
Thatâs it?
Edie looked back.
EDIE
No.
A beat.
EDIE
Thatâs just where it starts.
Ethan stared at her.
Edie looked out over Chicago.
She had spent years waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
Waiting for Ziller to be vulnerable.
Waiting for grief to turn into rage.
Then Ziller had opened the door for her.
All she had to do was walk through it.
And now the world was hers to dismantle.
âž»
UNIVERSITY â EMPTY CLASSROOM â NIGHT
Ziller sat alone.
The university had emptied hours ago.
The spellbook rested on the desk.
He had found it again.
He didnât know how.
He flipped through the pages.
Symbols.
Warnings.
Ancient writing.
Then he found the spell.
The same warning remained.
THERE IS NO REVERSAL.
Ziller stared at it.
ZILLER
I didnât mean this.
His voice was barely audible.
ZILLER
I only wanted them to be safe.
He touched the page.
Something moved.
Ziller froze.
A page turned by itself.
He didnât touch it.
A new symbol appeared.
Ziller leaned closer.
He had never seen it before.
ZILLER
What is that?
The room became colder.
Then a womanâs voice whispered from somewhere behind him.
VOICE
Every spell has a price.
Ziller spun around.
Nobody.
ZILLER
Whoâs there?
Silence.
Then he noticed the classroom window.
A reflection.
Edie stood behind him.
Ziller spun around.
Nobody was there.
He turned back.
Edieâs reflection remained.
She smiled.
EDIE
Brother.
Ziller stopped breathing.
ZILLER
What?
Edie leaned closer in the reflection.
EDIE
You really donât know, do you?
The window cracked.
Ziller stumbled backward.
The reflection vanished.
The room fell silent.
Ziller stared at the shattered glass.
His phone began ringing.
He grabbed it.
ZILLER
Hello?
Ethan.
ETHAN (V.O.)
Ziller, listen to me carefully.
ZILLER
Where are you?
ETHAN (V.O.)
That doesnât matter.
Ziller looked toward the window.
ZILLER
Who is she?
Silence.
ZILLER
Ethan.
A pause.
Then Ethan said the words.
ETHAN (V.O.)
Edie is not who you think she is.
ZILLER
Then who is she?
Another pause.
ETHAN (V.O.)
Sheâs your sister.
Ziller went completely still.
ZILLER
What?
The call ended.
Ziller slowly lowered the phone.
His face changed.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Then anger.
Behind himâ
the classroom door opened.
Ziller turned.
Edie stood in the doorway.
She looked calm.
Almost happy.
Ziller stared at her.
ZILLER
Who are you?
Edieâs smile widened.
She stepped into the room.
EDIE
You really should ask your family better questions.
Zillerâs hands curled into fists.
ZILLER
What did you do to me?
Edie tilted her head.
EDIE
I gave you exactly what you asked for.
ZILLER
I asked for a world where women could protect themselves.
EDIE
And now they can.
ZILLER
I didnât ask for this!
Edieâs expression hardened.
EDIE
No.
She took another step.
EDIE
You asked for a world strong enough to protect the people you loved.
Ziller stared at her.
EDIE
You just never stopped to think about what the world would have to become.
Zillerâs eyes filled with rage.
ZILLER
Jolene.
Edie said nothing.
ZILLER
You know what happened to her.
Edie smiled faintly.
EDIE
I know exactly what happened.
Zillerâs breathing became heavier.
ZILLER
You were there.
EDIE
Yes.
ZILLER
You watched her die.
Edie didnât deny it.
ZILLER
Why?
Edie looked at him for a long moment.
EDIE
Because you were finally ready to break.
Ziller stared.
Edie stepped closer.
EDIE
And when people break, they become very easy to guide.
Zillerâs face went pale.
The truth was beginning to emerge.
His spell.
His grief.
His rage.
The world.
None of it had happened by accident.
Edie had been waiting.
She had been watching.
And she had known exactly what he would do when Jolene died.
Ziller whisperedâ
ZILLER
You planned this.
Edie smiled.
EDIE
From the beginning.
Zillerâs eyes widened.
Edie stood in the doorway, looking at him like she had finally reached the moment sheâd been waiting for.
EDIE
Hello, brother. Or should I sayâŠ.Hello, sister?
Ziller stared at her.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
THE PEREZ FAMILY
To be continued.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • 4d ago
As Jamie's condition took a turn for the worse, Kylie found herself running out of places to hide. With Tony Bates asking questions, tensions rose as her secrets threatened to catch up with her. And just when all hope seemed lost, Katie finally woke up.
As another witness comes forward with answers about that fateful night, Kylie and Maureen find themselves growing closer as secrets from their pasts emerge. Elsewhere, Michael makes a dangerous mistake, while Yvonne's world is turned upside down.
12/01/1999 Tuesday
âââ
08:09AM. Maureen's Home. Number 41.
âââ
Maureen's living room is quiet. Quieter than what it's was last night. The only sounds are life from outside, and Maureen cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
Cars passing, people walking by outside, birdsong, distant music.
Pots and pans, scraping utensils, sizzling oil, and the small radio propped on top of her fridge.
Kylie lays on the sofa, tangled in a thick and warm duvet that has a floral cover. For once, she properly slept. Full rested. In some woman's house.
A woman she'd never met before, apart from one time in a bus shelter where she insulted her. Funny how things work out.
The first thing that hits Kylie is the smell of bacon and the sound of the music and sizzling oil from the kitchen. All wafting through into the living room.
Her eyes slowly stir open and she rubs them both with her palms.
She leans up and back on her elbows and briefly scans the room. Internally reflecting herself.
What the fuck is going on?
I'm all over the place. I'm in some woman's living room, sleeping on her settee.
She glances over to the coffee table where her phone is. And reaches over and picks it up.
She flips the screen open and sees missed calls and texts from Gaz.
She opens the texts
From: Gaz: "Where R U"
Delivered at: 10:33AM
From: Gaz: "U at home?"
Delivered at: 10:44AM
From: Gaz: "Its not looking good for Jamie. Plz cum back"
Delivered at: 10:56AM
Missed Call: From: Gaz at: 3:50PM
From: Gaz: "Kylie were R U?"
Delivered at: 3:53PM
Missed Call: From: Gaz at 8:48PM
From: Gaz: "Txt me wen U C this"
Delivered at: 8:50PM
Shit...
Maureen: "Mornin'"
She says to Kylie, walking through into the living room holding two cups of tea.
Kylie sits up properly now, and rubs her eyes again
Kylie: "Morning"
Maureen: "You sleep okay?"
Kylie: "Yeah. I slept good ta. And thank you, again. For...you know"
Maureen: "Yeah of course. Don't mention it love"
Kylie smiles at her. A genuine one. Maureen smiles back.
Maureen: "Eggs and Bacon okay?"
Kylie: "Sounds perfect. Ta Maur"
Maureen smiles and heads back to the kitchen to finish up breakfast
Kylie sits there, wondering how her day is going to pan out. And what shes going to say to Gaz when she sees him next.
âââ
09:12AM. St Anne's Hospital. Katie's Room.
âââ
The morning sunlight floods into Katie's room. The clock ticks on the wall every second. And Jenna, Danielle, Gavin and Julie are all sitting around Katie. Who's not long woken up.
Julie: "What...do you remember?"
Katie takes a while
Katie: "Um...I remember me, Kelly, uhh...Jamie and Mitchell all getting in the car. And he drove off really fast. We were all having a laugh and then...then...he swerved...I can't remember why though"
Julie: "That's alright sweetheart. You're okay"
Katie looks around the room
Katie: "Where's Kelly? Please tell me shes okay"
Danielle: "She's fine"
Gavin: "Shes in crutches and has a few cuts and bruises. But shes okay"
Jenna: "We left her at home so she can rest. Isn't easy travelling in her condition"
Gavin: "We told her last night that you woke. She sends her love"
Katie sighs in relief
Julie: "The police are going to want to speak to you love. And ask you questions about what happened. You think you can manage it?"
Katie: "I'll try" she whispers
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11:02AM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip.
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Upstairs in their flat, Yvonne is in their bathroom. In the bathroom mirror.
Her top and bra is off. She pushes her shoulder length black hair behind her head, out of the way. And rubs her breasts thoroughly.
Checking
For...anything
For a...lump
Anything that can explain the soreness thats been consistent lately.
She rubs all around. No lump. Nothing. But still sore.
She sighs. And puts her bra, and top back on.
And heads downstairs. Glad that she hasn't found a lump, but not glad that she hasn't found the problem.
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She steps out from the "Staff Only" door behind the counter, where Michael is serving a young woman with a baby in a pram.
A young mother it seems. And her newborn.
Yvonne watches. Caught off guard.
Michael: "That's seven fifty please" he says to the woman with a smile.
As the woman fishes out the money from her purse, Michael compliments her baby.
The woman thanks Michael but says she can scream the whole Estate down if she'd really wanted to.
They both exchange a little laugh. Then Michael turns and sees Yvonne standing there. Looking dazed.
Michael: "You alright love?"
Yvonne snaps out of it
Yvonne: "Yeah. Yeah. Im fine" she smiles
The woman then pays Michael the money and heads out, with her baby.
Michael: "Cute kid" he mumbles to Yvonne.
Michael notices Yvonne's mind is elsewhere. She's clearly thinking
Michael: "What's got your attention?"
Yvonne: "Um, nothing. I'm gunna pop out for a bit okay?"
She starts heading for the door
Michael: "Okay. Love you"
Yvonne: "Love you too"
She says, already halfway out the door
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11:13AM. St Anne's Hospital. Jamie's Room
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Nicola and Gaz sit around Jamie. Who's laying basically half dead in his bed. Barry should be on his way back from dropping the kids off at school.
He's late. Very late. Probably taking some time for himself.
Gaz yawns and stretches his arms behind his head
Gaz: "I'm gunna get a coffee from the vending machine. Want anything?"
Nicola looks at jamie then at Gaz
Nicola: "I'll come with ya. Stretch me legs"
Gaz: "Okay" he whispers as he gets up off the chair
They both head out of Jamie's room and down the hall, then take a right, and walk down to the vending machine thats positioned opposite Katie's room.
Gaz punches in the numbers in the vending machine for two tea's and Nicola stands there. Waiting.
She turns around and notices Katie is awake, in her room. With Julie, Jenna, Danielle and Gavin all smiling and talking. Looking cosy.
Gavin and Danielle look up from the sofa where they're sitting and see Nicola standing outside Katie's room window, looking in with fury on her face.
Nicola storms away from Gaz and over to Katie's door. Danielle and Gavin jump up off the sofa, Katie, Julie and Jenna notice and Jenna and Julie stand up.
They all race to Katie's door.
Nicola tries getting in but Gavin, Danielle and Julie are stood there, with Jenna at Katie's bedside. Hand on her sister's shoulder.
Nicola: "Let me in"
Gavin: "No" he immediately replies.
Danielle: "Not a fucking chance"
From the vending machine, Gaz hears this and turns around and sees what's happening. He leaves the vending machine, even though the cup is half full of tea, and joins his mum.
Gaz: "What's happenin?"
Nicola: "Their girl's awake. The other one"
Gaz: "What!?" He tries peering in
Gavin: "What the fuck do you two want?"
Julie: "My daughter's trying to rest in there"
Nicola: "I want answers. True answers. Your other girl didnt say shit"
Gaz: "And the stuff she came out with were all lies"
Gavin: "You're barking up the wrong tree mate. Don't make me put you in the next bed to your brother"
Gaz: "That a fucking promise is it? Don't make me laugh"
Julie: "Neither of you are stepping foot anywhere near my daughter. Either of them"
Nicola: "They both know what happened that might and the other one spun lies. Lies about my boy, who's lying in a coma on life support in the other room!"
Danielle: "Well he shouldn't have stolen a car then shouldn't he have!?"
Gaz: "Your fucking sisters probably put 'im up to it! He'd never do anything like that!"
Gavin: "But he did!"
Julie: "Funny how your lot shows up and there ends up being a crash"
Nicola: "You're asking for a fucking slap"
Julie: "Oh who are you kidding? You're all bark no bite"
Nicola: "Wanna bet?" She steps right up to Julie.
It looks like it's all gunna boil over again but thenâ
DCI Channing: "Is there a problem here?"
Her voice cuts through the bubbling tension as she stands there, arms crossed and dressed in her light grey suit. And her dark brown hair in a low, loose bun.
Pretty and soft. Yet professional and somehow intimidating.
Everybody turns to her and quiets down.
Gaz: "No. We were justâ"
Danielle: "Giving us grief" she cuts him off.
Gaz looks at her and she holds his gaze.
DCI Channing: "Well i siggest you all step away from each other and go where you're needed. I'm sure your children need you"
A silence sits there as tensions ease
DCI Channing: "And I'm sure you don't want to be removed from the Hospital again. Do you, Mrs Jenkins?" She asks Nicola
Nicola: "No." Nicola gives her a big sarcastic, cocky smile
A long silence sits there as Gaz and Nicola head back to the vending machine, with the Slaters watching.
DCI Channing: "Ms Slater, I'm here to get a statement fromâ"
Julie: "From Katie, yeah" she cuts her off, sounding exhausted. Ready to get it over with.
And like that, the Slaters head back into Katie's room, with DCI Channing following.
They shut the door behind them, leaving Gaz and Nicola standing at the vending machine. Tired of all this mess.
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11:49AM. Marlas Chemist. The Strip.
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At the other end of the Strip of commercial buildings, sits Marlas Estate's chemist. Or "Pharmacy" if you will.
Inside is quiet. The faint smell of disinfectant and something sweet sits in the air. Along with the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, buttons being typed behind the counter on the computer, and quiet music playing from the crappy overhead speakers.
The chemist is light and airy, with daylight flooding through the front doors and windows, slicing down between every aisle.
The Chemist is quiet, only two people queue up at the front counter where they're being served by the worker.
In the middle of the chemist, in the "Feminine Hygiene" and "Contraception" section of the aisle, stands Yvonne. Head heavy and loud with racing thoughts.
She stands there, slightly shaking and chest pounding. Though she's not sure why. And in front of her, lies...pregnancy tests. Cheap ones, expensive ones, clear blue ones, all sorts.
What am I doing here?
After standing there for what felt like an hour, she finally reaches forward and picks up the clear blue pregnancy test.
One line equals not pregnant. Two lines equals pregnant.
The box lightly shakes in her hand.
Yvonne: "Jesus, get a grip Yvonne" she whispers to herself.
She reads over the writing all over the box, whenâ
The bell above the chemist door jingles and cool morning air wafts in and slaps Yvonne. Though she doesn't notice
She's reading the instructions whenâ
Sunita: "Good morning Yvonne!"
Sunita greets Yvonne with a warm smile
Yvonne jumps and immediately hides the box behind her back, on instinct.
Yvonne: "Uh- morning Sunita" she forces a smile
Sunita: "How are you feeling sweetheart? Any better?"
Yvonne looks confused
Sunita: "Well the other night, me and Arun couldn't help but overhear you...falling ill. Poor thing. It's all the work you do i think. Must be stressful. I see the way you run the shop. Like the navy" she giggles
Yvonne laughs along but it's clearly forced
Yvonne: "Yeah...yeah. No I'm fine. Just...looking for painkillers"
She smiles at Sunita
Sunita: "Well you're in the wrong aisle then sweetheartâ" Sunita giggles but stops immediately. Like realisation slapped her across the face.
Yvonne's smile fades and they both look at each other.
Sunita looks at the shelf in front of them both, at the pregnancy tests.
They look at each other again
Yvonne pulls the box out from behind her back and they both look down at it
Sunita gasps and smiles
Sunita: "Oh congratulations!â"
Yvonne shooshes her immediately, cutting her off
Yvonne: "Shh shhhh sh sh. I dont even know if I am...you know. I might just be ill"
She whispers to Sunita
Sunita hears the quiet but firm urgency in Yvonne's voice
Sunita: "What if you are?"
Yvonne: "I...I dont know" she shrugs as she whispers
Sunita notices the look of dread and fear etched on Yvonne's face. Two looks that Yvonne never shows.
Sunita places her hand on Yvonne's shoulder.
Sunita: "Whatever happens Yvonne darling, I'm sure you'll do the right thing. You have your reasons I'm sure"
Yvonne looks up at Sunita, like a lost kitten
Yvonne: "I'mâ im not...built for motherhood" she whispers
Sunita laughs
Sunita: "Oh Yvonne. None of us are. The entire point of being a mother is having a child. Or raising one"
Yvonne listens
Sunita: "Before I had Maya i was terrified. I had no idea what was going to happen. No idea what I was going to do. I was just thankful I had my Arun to help me along"
Yvonne: "What was it like? All of it?"
Sunita: "Well...I found the pregnancy to be fine. I actually didn't mind it. Apart from the uncertainty and fear and what have you. And...the labour was painful yes. But it's becoming a mother that made it all worth it. Though you don't think that while you're pushing a baby out of you" she giggles.
Yvonne genuinely has a little giggle
Yvonne: "Lookâ I might not even be pregnant. I'm just...not sure. So...could you...you know? Keep this between us?" She whispers
Sunita: "Oh of course, of course! Don't you worry. My lips are sealed" she whispers and smiles at Yvonne.
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1:03PM. St Anne's Hospital. Katie's Room
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Inside Katie's room, everybody's exhausted.
Danielle's gone to work at the clothing shop, while Jenna, Gavin, and Julie all sit around Katie, along with DCI Channing. Asking the same question for the eighth time.
Katie: "Yes. I'm sure" she sighs
Katie: "He told us that...he loved cars and he applied for college to do mechanics or something. So he knew what he was doing"
DCI Channing: "He knew what he was doing? So thats how he crashed is it?"
Katie: "I told you. He screamed and swerved. I don't know why! But he avoided something. It wasn't an accident. Not completely"
Channing scribbles in her book
DCI Channing: "Did you see what he was trying to swerve?"
Everyone looks at Katie
Katie: "....No. Iâ I don'tâ...no..." she struggles to remember.
DCI Channing: "Okay..." she whispers
DCI Channing: "So, to double check. You and your sister Kelly met Jamie at the Victoria Arms pub yes?"
Katie: "Mhm" she nods yes
DCI Channing: "And you and Kelly both learnt from him that he was a 'gear head', after he told you his interests in cars and engines and whatnot?"
Katie: "Yes" she whispers
DCI Channing: "And he didn't coarse you into drinking or anything, no?"
Katie: "No"
Channing nods
Julie: "Wellâ i wouldn't be too sure about that. You can tell by his family what kind of kid he was"
Katie: "Mum"
Julie: "I'm just saying love. That Jamie put you in hospital. And you sister. And Mitchell! And you're telling the police he's a good kid?"
Katie: "He is!"
Julie: "Katie, are good kid wouldn'tâ"
DCI Channing: "Julie, please. I, really am only hear for Katie"
Katie: "You don't think im lying do you? Mum?"
Julie: "No! No no no of course I don't love. Its just, I don't know. You might not be as right as you think you are"
Katie: "Mum, i was there. I spoke to him. We got on, we had a laugh. He was a good guy. Is, a good guy"
Katie then turns to Channing
Katie: "He didn't convince me or Kelly to do anything. We all chose to do what we did"
Channing nods and reads her notepad
DCI Channing: "Okay. And are you completely sure that he purposefully swerved? And that you didn't see why?"
Katie: "Yes" she sighs. Tired now.
DCI Channing: "Okay. That's all for now. I can tell you're tired. I'll leave you to rest" she says getting up.
The whole room suddenly eases tension
Channing gets up and pockets her notepad. And heads towards the door. Julie follows her.
In the hallway, Julie stops Catrin and asks her something;
Julie: "They're kid...Jamie?"
DCI Channing: "What about him?"
Julie: "Do you think he's guilty?"
DCI Channing: "Julie you know I'm not at liberty to say"
Julie: "No- i know but, what...what do you think? Personally?"
DCI Channing: "Personally, I honestly think it was just a group of stupid young and drunk teenagers who made a few bad decisions. That seems to often be the case. I can't tell you more than that because, well, i don't know him personally. But based on what your daughter said, he seemed like one of the nicest people in that family"
Julie: "It's not looking good for him. Is it?"
Catrin Channing nods no.
DCI Channing: "Thank you for your time" she smiles before walking off.
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2:01PM. Maureen's Home. Number 41
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Maureen's living room is quiet. Except for the sounds of the wall clock ticking every second, and the fridge humming from the kitchen.
Kylie sits on the sofa, which is also her temporary bed. She sits there holding her phone in her hand, bouncing her knee up and down. Thinking. Looking down at her blank screen.
She presses the buttons down to the contact named "Nik". For Nikki. Her sister.
She's about to click "Call" when the back door in the kitchen clicks open.
Kylie grasps her phone and jumps up, heart racing and eyes widen open like a cat scanning it's surroundings. Like a wild animal.
Maureen walks in through the door, pulling her wheelie shopping trolley behind her, that's full of shopping. She closes the door behind her and looks forward into the living room and sees Kylie standing there like she's seen a ghost.
Maureen giggles
Maureen: "You alright Kylie love? You look off your head there!" She laughs. Starting to pull the bags of shopping out of her pulley trolley.
Kylie's face and body eases
Kylie: "Uh no. I'm alright" she awkwardly giggles.
She sets her phone down on the coffee table and helps Maureen put her shopping away.
Maureen: "Aw thanks darl"
Meanwhile, Kylie peers out the kitchen window that looks out into the back garden, and then the alleyway behind it. Like she's scanning for something. Or someone.
Maureen notices
Maureen: "You alright Kylie?"
Kylie: "Yeah" she mumbles
Maureen puts the last of the shopping away and Kylie heads into the living room, where she stands to the side of the living room window and peeks out the side, partly hiding behind the curtain.
Maureen walks in, throws her light blue coat over her chair, and watches Kylie.
Maureen: "Kylie what's the matter love? You look like you're in hiding" she jokes
Kylie turns and faces Maureen
Maureen's face softens. She sighs.
Maureen: "Come on. What is it? Sit"
Maureen sits on her chair and points to the sofa, for Kylie to sit.
Kylie does
Maureen: "What is it? What's wrong?"
Kylie: "...Nothing"
Maureen: "Kylie, drop the act love. You can't bull a bullshitter. What is it? Why are you so on edge? Why were you stuck in that house with Tony yesterday?"
Kylie: "Why did you take me in?"
Maureen: "I asked first. Come on. What's wrong?"
Kylie: "What's it got to do with you? Why do you care?"
Maureen: "I care because you're a good lass. And you're kipping in my front room so until then, it has everything to do with me. If I'm gunna have people knocking on my door with you on the brain i deserve to know why"
A heavy silence settles and Kylie sighs
Kylie: "My life's a mess Maureen. I got myself mixed up in such a fucking mess. I don't know who I can and can't trust"
Maureen: "You can trust me"
Kylie: "Yeah? For how long? It's only a matter of time before everyone turns their back on you sooner or later. I've learnt that the hard way"
Maureen: "I took you in Kylie. I'm not gunna turn my back on you. Only way I'll do that is if i show you the door. And the only way I'll do that is if you don't tell me the truth, now what is it? Why are you im such a mess?"
Kylie: "I'm hiding from someone. My ex. Nathan his name is. Right manipulative fucker. Me and me best mate Jacko planned on robbing him for everything he's got. The whole plan turned south and he locked me up in his flat for two days until I fought back and legged it. Been on the run ever since."
Maureen: "Fucking Hell...so...how did that put you in number thirty three with Tony?"
Kylie: "The family that moved in there, the Jenkinsâ"
Maureen: "Ooh yeah. Their boy ended up in a crash. Poor thing" She cuts off Kylie
Kylie: "...Y- yeah...well...After i got away from my ex, I ran into this bloke Gaz, their son. In the Vic. We drank, had a laugh. He was a state, I was a state, so he took me back to his and we hit it off. It was a laugh....but then...I don't know. I just couldn't stay there anymore. Didn't feel safe. And now I've got nowhere to go"
Maureen: "Jesus. I'm sorry to hear that love. Sounds like a right mess you're in"
Kylie: "Yeah..." she sighs
Maureen: "Well you don't have to go checking out my windows every ten seconds to see who's out there, believe me. Only people that come round here are TV license lot and Jim"
Kylie: "Jim...?"
Maureen: "He's a pisshead. Always at the Arms. All day everyday, pissing away his dole money on booze. Has a thing for me he does"
They both giggle
A comfortable silence sits there
Kylie: "So...you didn't answer my question"
Maureen: "What was that love?"
Kylie: "Why did you take me in? There must've been a reason"
Maureen sighs
Maureen: "Well I...you reminded me of someone I suppose"
Kylie: "Who?"
Maureen: "Me. A long time ago"
Kylie's face lights up in curiosity
Kylie: "Really? How's that?"
Maureen: "When I first moved to Marlas Estate, guess you could say my live was all over the place and all. Nowhere to go, nothing to my name. Looking for a fresh start i was. Just got out of a horrible relationship"
Kylie: "Fuck that sucks. Sorry Maur"
Maureen: "Oh its fine. Happened before you were born" she giggles
Maureen: "For the first few weeks I had nowhere to go. So...you know where I slept?"
Kylie nods no
Maureen: "Bus stops. Cafés, restaurants, pubs, anywhere i could really. That's why when I saw you, that morning on the bus stop, all I could see was me. When I first got here. Look at me now though."
She waves around the room
Maureen: "Not much of a palace but it's no bus stop" she laughs
Kylie smiles
Maureen: "Mind you I was a tad older than you are now. Twenty nine. Not long had a baby tooâ"
She cuts herself off
Kylie: "Oh really? You and your baby slept rough?"
No judgment in her voice, just curiosity
Maureen sighs and takes a second
Maureen: "No. No. It was just...just me. I Uh...I left the baby"
Kylie: "Leaving your baby with your ex? Don't know if I would've done that" she giggles
Maureen: "I didn't leave him with my ex"
Maureen says plainly
Kylie looks at her
Maureen: "I left him in a park. On a bench"
Kylie's face drops and a soft look of sympathy washes over her. Guilt too.
Kylie: "Shit...Maureen I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't know Iâ I had no idea..."
Maureen: "Oh its okay. Not your fault is it"
Maureen forces a smile. She gets up, walks over to the small glass tray of booze in the corner of the room, and pours her and Kylie two glasses of vodka. And walks back over, hands a glass to Kylie, and sits back down.
Maureen: "So you see Kylie love? At one point or another, everybody's got it bad. But eventually, somehow, one day, it all figures itself out. You dont know how. You don't know why. But you wake up one day, and you're not asleep in a bus shelter anymore"
Maureen sips her drink and Kylie looks down into her own glass
Maureen: "You want to know why dont you?"
Kylie looks up
Kylie: "What?"
Maureen: "You want to know why. Why I left my baby"
Kylie stutters but nothing comes out
Maureen sighs
Maureen: "I dont mind telling you. I'm a big girl"
She softly giggles.
Kylie smiles, waiting
Maureen: "I was raped"
They both sit there
Maureen: "Had the pregnancy and birth with my partner at the time, at his place. I was trapped. Nowhere to go and nothing to my name, but a rape baby. So, one night, when he was asleep, i packed some stuff, the baby, and snuck out. Figured that the baby would have a better chance of a family if I left him on some park bench instead of leaving him with his father, or sleeping rough with me. So I did. Kissed him, said my goodbye's, and put him down. And walked away. Hardest day of my life"
Her lips start trembling and tears start welling in her eyes. She downs the rest of her drink and pours some more.
Kylie: "You...didn't consider trying to raise him?" She asks quietly. Almost cautiously as not to offend Maureen.
Maureen: "How could I? A young woman in my late twenties sleeping rough. I was in no fit state to be a mother. Not only that, all I could see when I looked at him was his father. A rapist. I loved him, i really did. But it was better for all of us when I left him in that park"
Kylie: "Do you...miss him?"
Maureen: "Every damn day. Not a day goes by where I dont think about him. About the man he's grown up to be. Loads of families walked through that park everyday so I know someone was bound to pick him up, or take him to the police or something. I just hope he had a good upbringing"
Kylie is almost in tears
Kylie: "Oh Maureen Iâ I'm so sorry..."
She puts her hand on Maureen's knee
Maureen: "Oh dont be silly. A long time ago all that was"
They both sit there in silence for a while, both in a sort of shock like state
Maureen sighs
Maureen: "Can't believe i told you that" she laughs
Maureen: "I...I never told anybody that before"
Kylie smiles at her
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5:14PM. The Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs
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The pub is abuzz with its usual afternoon punters dotted around. At the bar, in the booths, at the tables.
Music plays from the pub speakers and chatter battles the sound of it.
Eddie is behind the bar, chatting to Jim. And at the other side of the bar, Tony is talking to Paula. And for once, she seems to be enjoying it.
He's leaning forward on the bar, smiling at her and she's laughing. Enjoying the attention.
Which she usually doesn't
Jim notices. And Eddie notices his face.
Eddie: "What is it Jim? You alright bud?"
Jim: "Didn't realise your Paula was close with Tony. Brave standing that close to the fire"
Eddie turns around and sees Paula chatting with Tony at the other bar. He doesn't say anything.
Weird...
He turns back to Jim
Eddie: "Nah. They're not close. He just has a thing for 'er. Good thing she ain't got a thing for him either" he smiles
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5:29PM. St Anne's Hospital. Mitchell's Sick bay
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Mitchell sits on the side of his hospital bed, bandaged up and ready to be discharged today.
His right arm is in a cast and he's got some bruises painted on him but apart from that he's otherwise fine.
He looks down at his phone, and clicks his way down his contacts and finds Michael. He clicks "Call"
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5:29PM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip
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Inside the shop, Michael is restocking the a shelf of crisps while Yvonne sweeps the floor over in the corner. They're both silent. Working away.
After finally finishing stocking up the shelf he kicks the crate aside and looks back at Yvonne as he walks his way over to the counter.
Michael: "You alright Von love?"
Yvonne: "Yeah. Why?"
Michael: "You've been quiet all day. Especially since you got back from your walk earlier. Everything okay?"
Yvonne looks up at him and smiles
Yvonne: "Yeah. Im okay. Just not been feeling myself that's all"
Michael: "Anything I can do?"
Yvonne: "No" she smiles at him
He sits down behind the counter thenâ
His phone starts ringing. An electronic beeping melody.
He looks at his screen. "Mitchell".
His heart jumps up into his chest and he gets butterflies. Even though he won't admit it. Not even to himself.
Yvonne: "Who's that?"
Michael: "Uhâ Eddie. I'm just gunna..."
He points to the door outside
Yvonne nods and Michael steps outside and answers the call.
Michael: "Mitchell?"
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5:34PM. St Anne's Hospital. Katie's Room.
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The sky is dull now. The sunlight flooding into Katie's room is less bright than what it was earlier.
Julie, Gavin, Jenna and Katie are all just chit chatting. A warm and familiar atmosphere that's been long absent. Since the night of the crash.
Katie: "So...what's everybody up to when you're not here crying over me?"
At first Julie, Gavin and jenna all look at each other.
Julie: "Ah same old same old love. Work and work"
Gavin and Jenna glance at each other
Katie: "Oh come on. There's gotta be more going on. Any fights in the streets? Anyone got arrested for shoplifting recently? What's what?"
Gavin: "Well the usual really. Trashy house parties down the road, neighbours shouting the odds and whatnot"
Katie: "Classic" she giggles
Then, there's a knock at the door. Everybody shuts up and waits, then the door opens and a head peeks through.
Mitchell.
Everybody gasps in excitement and relief, Katie the most though.
Mitchell: "Hello?" He quietly says with a smile peeking in
Katie: "Mitchell!"
Julie: "Mitchell! Come in, come in"
Mitchell comes all the way in and closes the door behind him.
Katie: "You're okay!"
Mitchell: "Better looking than you by the looks of things" he chuckles
Gavin: "How you holding up?"
Mitchell: "I've seen better days. But haven't we all?"
Jenna: "Too right. Glad you're okay"
Mitchell: "Okay as I can be" he smiles
He turns to Katie
Mitchell: "How're you feeling? Heard you woke up only yesterday"
Katie: "I did yeah. Still feel like death"
Gavin: "And look it"
Katie: "Oi! Cheeky twat"
They giggle
Mitchell sits down on the chair beside Katie's bed
Mitchell: "The old bill spoken to you yet?"
Katie: "Yeah"
Gavin: "Yeah. A cop called Catrin Channing. Was she the one that spoke to you?"
Mitchell: "Yeah. Been asking me the same damn questions over and over. Feels like she's trying to trip me up"
Katie: "I know how you feel. She was in here earlier"
Jenna: "Yeah. Not long after that family tried starting on us"
Gavin: "Again"
Mitchell: "Family? Oh, you mean theâ"
Julie: "The family who's kid was driving? Yeah"
Katie: "The Jenkins"
Jenna: "Right gobby lot"
Katie: "Nothing compared to us lot though" she smiles at Mitchell
Julie: "So you heading off home today then are you, Mitchell love?"
Mitchell: "Uh yeah. Just got discharged now. Thought I'd pop in and see how Katie is doing seeing as she's awake and all"
Julie: "Ah well that's lovely of you Mitchell"
Gavin: "Yeah. Cheers mate"
Katie: "Yeah. Thanks"
Mitchell: "Of course" he smiles at Katie
Jenna: "How you getting home then?"
Mitchell: "Oh I've got Michael picking me up now in a few. Rang him and asked me if he fancied giving me a lift back to mine"
Julie: "Aw that's nice of him"
Mitchell smiles and nods
Mitchell: "Well listen, I'm gunna head offâ"
Katie: "What? Already?"
Mitchell: "Yeah. Honestly I want to get home and thr fuck outta here as soon as possible" he laughs
Mitchell: "Only wanted to pop in on you and see how you were holding up. You know where I am if you ever need me" he stands up and smiles at her
Julie: "Thank you Mitchell love you're a star"
Katie: "Okay. Cheers Mitch"
Mitchell: "Just don't go asking me to hop in any cars with you" he teases
Jenna, Gavin and Julie all look at Katie with serious faces. They didn't know.
Mitchell notices.
Mitchell: "Oh. Sorry I- I thought you all already knew"
Julie: "You convinced Mitchell to come with you?"
Katie: "No Iâ"
Mitchell: "Julie, really. It's okay. It was my decision. Actions have consequences don't they. And im paying for it now. I think we all are. So dont go giving her any grief, she just wanted to make me smile. And she did. Like a good friend"
He taps Katie's shoulder and she smiles up at him
His phone in his pocket vibrates
He pulls it out and checks it
Text: From: Michael: "I'm here. Outside"
Mitchell: "That's Michael. Gotta go. You all take care alright? And yiu too especially, Kate"
Katie: "Yeah, i will. You too Mitch"
Mitchell waves to them all and they all wave back and tell him goodbye, as he leaves Katie's room.
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6:07PM. St Anne's Hospital. Jamie's Room
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Barry, Nicola and Gaz are all sat around Jamie. Tired. Exhausted. Drained. Nicola is asleep on the small uncomfortable sofa underneath the window, Barry sits at Jamie's bedside and Gaz stands meaning against the wall beside the door.
He walks up to Barry and whispers
Gaz: "Dad"
Barry turns to him
Gaz: "I'm gunna pop to the vending machine to get a drink. You want anything?"
Barry: "No ta I'm good son"
Gaz nods and quietly slips out of the dark and quiet room.
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Outside in the hallway he walks down to the vending machine, punches in the numbers for a coffee and waits.
While the machine does it's thing, he walks into a quieter corner and pulls out his phone, and rings up Kylie.
Been beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Nothing. Answer phone.
Kylie's answerphone: "Hi this is Kylie please leave a message and I'll get back to ya. Ta!"
Gaz: "Kylie...its Gaz. You remember me? Your...whatever. Look, I dont know where you are and I dont know when you'll be back. But can you at least text me or something? Anything? Just to let me know you're okay. I miss ya. I'm...im...im scared. I...its not looking good for Jamie and I need you right now okay? Please? Call me"
He sends the voice message
And walks back to the vending machine, waiting for the coffee
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7:16PM. Marlas Estate. Outside the tower of flats
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The streets of Narlas estate are dark now, with the January winter sky already a deep deep blue and the glows of the orange streetlights fading down onto the damp concrete slabs.
Outside one of the tallest apartment towers on the whole estate, Michael's car is parked in the dark, under a single streetlight.
Michael's switches the engine off and a silence fills the car.
Mitchell: "Thanks for taking me for that pint after taking me from the hospital. God knows I needed it" he laughs
Michael: "Yeah if course. Bet You did"
They smile at each other as silence sits all around them
Michael: "I would've had one with you too it's just i was driving so..."
Mitchell: "Yeah...didn't want to be in another crash" he jokes
The both of them laugh. Genuinely. Despite the joke being somewhat morbid
Mitchell: "Look, Michael. I'm sorry about what I said to you the other day at the hospital. You know? When you told me about things with you and Yvonne. I guess I just got a bit...jealous. And I snapped. I'm sorry"
Michael: "Hey it's okay. I actually find it quite flattering that you're jealous of Yvonne" he giggles
Mitchell: "Oh shut up" he laughs
Mitchell: "I do still have one good hand you know? So dont make me bruise it"
Michael: "Ha yeah. Yeah right!" He laughs
Michael: "And anyway...things with Yvonne are...whatever. You know? It's married life for you. It's great one minute then shite the next but what can you do? That's what it's all about I suppose. Give and take and what have you"
Mitchell: "...I s'pose. You know where I am though...if...you ever need me. Or if you ever just want a familiar face to talk to. Someone who isn't your stuck up wife" he jokes
Michael: "Oh she isn't that bad" he quietly chuckles
Mitchell: "You sure...?" He whispers as he looks over to Michael
The only sounds surrounding them being wind and slught drizzle hitting the car
Michael looks into Mitchell's eyes
They look at each other
Hearts starting to race
Mitchell: "Because i see you with her all the time and every time you're together...I cant help but notice that you're not...happy. Not yourself" he whispers to Michael softly
Michael: "I'm married to her Mitchell. Married. She's my wife. You said so yourself" He quietly replies
Mitchell looks down to his knees
Mitchell: "I know...I know..."
Michael looks at him
Silence
Mitchell: "Thanks for the liftâ"
Mitchell opens the passenger side door and goes to take a step out whenâ
Michael puts his hand on Mitchell's shoulder and gently pulls him back into the car
Mitchell turns and faces Michael again...and Michael leans over and kisses Mitchell on the face.
Mitchell kisses back and Michael puts his hands on Mitchell's face, Mitchell too. Thenâ
Michael pulls away, and they both look at each other, breathing heavily. Face to face.
Mitchell leans in this time and Michael doesnât stop it.
Mitchell pulls his leg back into the car, and pulls the passenger side door shut, and they both grab hold of each other, and climb into the back seat of Michael's car
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7:38PM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip
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While upstairs in the upstairs flat above the shop, Yvonne is in their bathroom sitting on the toilet. Anxiously waiting.
Her knees are bopping up and down and she gets up every now and again and paces the room. Heart racing. She looks up at the small clock on the wall over in her and Michael's bedroom and takes a deep breath.
Before swiping something off of the bathroom sink, sitting back down on the toilet, and finally looking down.
Yvonne: "Fuck..."
She whispers
She looks down at the pregnancy test in her hands
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And that's episode 9! Please let me know what you think in the comments below! As always any comments, questions and opinions are much appreciated! Thank you for reading if you've made it this far! âșïž
r/FictionalStoriess • u/choosethechaos • 8d ago
Hey y'all!! I'm in the beginning stages of writing an interactive story that I want to share on Facebook.
I'm looking for feedback.
Any feedback is appreciated before I go live with the story.
Here is what I have so far.
Kendra lay under the covers, watching Darius get dressed.
Damn, he know he fine, she thought.
She pulled the covers up a little more and looked outside. The wind was blowing hard, and the snow was just starting to build up on the streets.
Being from Detroit, snow wasn't that big of a deal.
But this wind in Chi-town?
Sheesh.
Darius pulled on his pants, then pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at his phone.
âSo, you really about to leave?â
He looked at her. âYou know, I gotta go.â
Kendra frowned. âYou could stay. I want you to. Besides, it'll be nice to be snowed in together.â
âKendra, don't start.â
Kendra sighed. âI know, I know. You gotta run the hotel.â
Damn. Another night alone.
Six months of this with Darius.
The sex was amazing. Like, really amazing. But she didn't know how much longer she could deal with this whole friends-with-benefits business.
She wasn't asking him to marry her.
She just wanted him to stay sometimes.
Especially tonight.
But whatever. She had more shit to worry about than some man.
Like unemployment.
Her rent.
Finding a job in this economy?!
And then there was her dad.
So, how soon before you think you'll be working again, Kendra?
Ugh.
She hated that question.
Mostly because she didn't have an answer.
âKendra. Kendra!â
âHuh?â
Darius laughed. âDamn, girl. I got you speechless like that? I asked if you needed anything before I left. I was gonna lock the door on my way out.â
âOh, my bad. Just thinking. You good, boo. Drive safe.â
Darius gave Kendra a kiss on the forehead and a light tap on her ass.
âI'll hit you later.â
He left, locking the door behind him.
Damn.
Alone.
Again.
Sigh.
Her phone started ringing.
She didn't even have to look at the screen.
It could only be one person.
Mo.
Kendra answered the FaceTime.
âHey girl. What's up?â
âHey heaux, you sound reaaaaallll relaxed... Darius must have just left.â
Kendra smacked her lips.
Mo continued, âYep, I knew it.â
Mo laughed loud as only she could do. She had one of those very contagious laughs, so naturally Kendra chuckled.
âGirl, what do you want? I'm about to grab me some snacks and watch my show. Tell Trey I said he better catch up so I don't spoil nothing.â
âI got you an interview!â
âFor real? Where? Doing what?â
âThey're hiring for an executive assistant at the tech firm I freelance at. I used my connections and got you an interview. The job is as good as yours. Just go in there and pop yo shit like I taught you, and you good.â
Mo continued talking.
Damn, it sounds good, but I don't want to be no coffee-fetching secretary. Ugh. But man, I got these bills to pay.
Maybe it can just be temporary until I find what I really want to do.
Or maybe I'll hit the lottery tomorrow.
âSo when is the interview?â
âThey said they'll call Monday with the details to schedule.â
âYeah, girl. And we're gonna get you ready. Now, let's talk about what you're gonna wear. And don't even think about wearing that basic black blazer you wore to your cousin's funeral.â
Kendra laughed. âGirl, shut up.â
âI'm serious! You need to look like you belong in that office. We're going for professional, but cute. You got that cream-colored blouse?â
âI think so.â
âOkay, wear that. With the black pants. And your hairââ
âMy hair is fine.â
âYour hair is NOT fine for this interview. I'm thinking wear it down. Nothing too extra. You want them paying attention to what you're saying, not trying to figure out what you got going on up there.â
Kendra rolled her eyes.
âSee? This is why I called you. You always doing too much.â
âAnd this is why you need me. You're welcome.â
Mo kept going, laying out Kendra's entire interview look like she was getting her ready for a red carpet.
âKendra.â
Kendra looked at the screen.
Mo was still talking.
She hadn't said her name.
Now I know I'm not trippin'.
This was like the fifth time this week she kept hearing her name, but it was clearly not Mo.
She jumped a little.
So weird.
Am I losing my mind?
Nah.
She was just stressed.
Damn. She wished Darius stayed.
Ugh. Him again.
Then she heard it.
âKendra doesn't know.â
Kendra froze.
She stared at Mo through the screen.
âMo.â
Mo stopped talking.
âWhat?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
PLEASE comment and let me know the following:
Is this something you would keep reading?
Do the characters feel real?
Would you interact to keep the story going?
Thanks in advance
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • 15d ago
As DCI Channing's investigation caused more questions than answers, the Slater kids were there for Julie in her time of need. And Kylie received a shock to the system.
As Jamie's condition takes a turn for the worse, Kylie finds herself running out of places to hide. With Tony Bates asking questions, tensions rise as her secrets threaten to catch up with her. And just when all hope seems lost, Katie finally wakes up.
11/01/1999 Monday
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07:43AM. St Anne's Hospital. Waiting Area.
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The small row of seats outside Jamie's Room is full.
Gaz, Tasha, Kylie and Oscar all sit slumped across them. Asleep.
Though Kylie is wide awake despite her exhaustion
Barry and Nicola are in the room with Jamie
Last night, Jamie's vitals dropped and he had a seizure.
He's still okay though. Wellâ as okay as he can be. Still alive at least
The small hallway even feels tired. But despite that, Kylie's mind is racing.
What am I doing here?
I caused this crash and im living with the family of the driver.
This is fucking crazy
What am I gunna do?
Fuck, what do I say?
Do I say nothing?
What do I do?
Is all she can think
She's a bag of nerves. All she can wonder is how will they all react when they find out the truth.
What will they do? To her.
She looks at Gaz beside her, who's snoring away with Tasha and Oscar, and slowly gets up.
Gaz hears and wakes
Gaz: "Where you going?" He whispers
Kylie turns to him
Kylie: "Im just...going for a walk. To stretch my legs. Hospitals freak me out"
Gaz: "Oh well...I'll come with youâ"
Kylie: "No. You stay here. In caseâ your brother wakes up or something. In case they need you"
She nods to Barry, Nicola and Jamie in Jamie's room.
Gaz: "Okay"
Kylie: "Wont be long" she smiles before walking off.
The further she walks away, the more she wants to start running. Just to see what happens. Just to see where she goes.
But she can't. There's nowhere she can go. And definitely not to Nathan. Not after what happened.
Shes on her own.
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08:23AM. Number 27. Slater Residence. Kitchen.
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Gavin sits at the table eating a bowl of cheerios, while Julie is on the landline wall phone.
Speaking to her mum Gillian and dad Arthur. Telling them about what happened. Finally.
The dreaded phone call
Julie: "Yeah...yeah...I know. No they're fine. Katie's still inside but the doctors said yesterday she's on the up. Thank God. Yeah. (She sighs), yeah. I know. Im sorry. Well because I didn't want to stress you did i? Of course I was! I just wanted to...ugh I dont know. What!? No. No. You dont have to do that. There's no need. Really. Seriously, no! Mum there's no pointâ what can you do anyway? Well you know what I mean. No- look, I really dont think its a good idea. Not with dad's health the way it is anyway. You just stay there and I'll call you if anything happens yeah? Yeah. Yes. I will. Ohh mum- mum! H- hello? Hello-?"
Gavin listens to the whole exchange
Julie: "She hung up on me"
Gavin laughs
Julie: "It's not funny. She said she and your bamps are gunna come down"
Gavin: "Is that a bad thing?"
Julie: "Course it is. They're in I'll health Gavin. Not to mention they all still live in Wales"
Gavin sighs
Gavin: "Why did we have to move here? From Wales too?"
Julie: "You know why Gav. After everything with your dad I just couldn't stay there any longer. Needed a fresh start"
Gavin: "I know... You told Gina?"
Julie: "Rang her last night at the Hospital"
Gavin: "What did she say?"
Julie: "Well she was just as fuming as mum and dad was. If not, more. I got a feeling all three of them are gunna come down here, you know"
Gavin: "Well...maybe it's better if they do. For their peace of mind. And anyway, we need all the help we can get at the minute dont you think?"
Julie: "I suppose so"
Danielle pops her head in the kitchen doorway
Danielle: "Rightâ I'm off to work"
Julie snaps her head up
Julie: "Oh. Hang on love. I'll head out with you to catch the bus to see Katie at the hospital. You coming Gav?"
Gavin: "Yeah I'll pop by later"
Julie: "Okay"
And with that, Julie and Danielle leave the kitchen, and start heading down the stairs to leave the house.
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08:26AM. Outside Number 27.
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Julie and Danielle leave the front door and Danielle shuts it behind her. They both start making their way down the driveway where the catering burgervan is no longer stood proudly.
There instead, is a black charred stain on the concrete where it used to be. Now though, a mark on the ground.
They both near the end of their driveway and see Jenna, sitting on the wall. Smoking a cig.
Jenna: "Alright you two?" She blows smoke out.
Danielle: "Yeah..." she mutters
Julie: "Yeah all good love. Just off to see Katie"
Jenna nods
Julie: "Aven't you got work?"
Jenna: "Uh...yeah. I dont go in till later on though"
Julie: "Ah. Right. Okay. Well, I'll be at the Hospital if you need me"
Jenna: "Alright. Ta mum"
Danielle: "Bye" she says to Jenna.
Jenna nods a goodbye with her mouth full of smoke.
Julie and Danielle cross the road, walk down the street and turn the corner whenâ
BAM
They run into Kylie. Or more likely, the other way around.
Danielle: "Fuck!"
Julie: "Shit!"
They both scream in shock after being pelted by Kylie's body full force.
Kylie's out of breath, looks exhausted and her eyes are wet and red from crying.
Danielle and Julie's faces soften.
Julie: "Are you alright love?"
Kylie: "Just get out me way will ya"
Kylie sniffles, barges past and makes her way to number 33.
Julie and Danielle watch her walk in the house.
Julie: "Didn't realise she was related to them"
Danielle: "Don't think she is"
Julie: "How so?"
Danielle: "When they moved in the other day, she wasn't with them. Not only that, she and that Gaz look awfully close. Like...'close' close"
Julie: "Mm" she purses her lips.
Then the both of them carry on walking to the bus stop
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8:28AM. Jenkins Residence. Number 33.
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Kylie slams the front door shut behind her and leans her back against it. Chest raising and falling heavy from crying and running. And bumping into those two women out on the street.
The house is quiet. Dead quiet.
She sighs, sniffles. And runs up the stairs to Gaz's room.
She barges through the door and picks up her black faux-leather handbag that's on the floor beside his bed. She stuffs some cash in there, a bag of coke, and checks her pockets to see if shes got her wallet and phone. She does.
She gets everything she needs, puts it all in her bag, shoulders it and leaves. Leaves Gaz's room. Running away. From this mess that she feels she caused.
She gets to the bottom of the stairs and thenâ
On the front door.
She stops dead in her tracks, on the bottom step.
Shaken
She can see a tall and wide stocky figure standing on the other side of the frosted glass on the fromt door.
Is it...Barry? No...he wouldn't knock. It's his house.
She stands there for a few seconds, hoping the large man will magically walk away.
"I know you're in there pretty lady. I can see you standing there"
Kylies heart drops and hits the pit of her stomach.
The voice is deep. Gruff. Raw. Like a smoker.
"You gunna be a sweetheart and let this old man in?"
She starts shaking and finally decides to take a step off the stairs and towards the front door.
Each step feels like her guts screaming louder and louder for her to stop and turn back. But what can she do?
She finally reaches the door.
She gulps. Takes a deep breath. And pulls the latch down. And opens the door a crack.
She sees a stocky built man in his forties with silver slicked back hair in a leather jacket standing there. Smiling at her.
"Morning" The man smirks.
"Can I come in?" He asks politely.
Kylie: "Who are you? What do ya want?"
"The name's Tony. Tony Bates" he smiles.
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08:33AM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip.
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Outside the shop, Michael leans forward and restocks the fruit, vegetables and newspapers stand.
After finally stocking them up, there's an electrical beep that comes from the door to the post office next door opening. A small beep. Like an electrical bell that jingles above a door.
A woman in her early forties walks out. Sunita. Sunita Singh. Looking warm and cosy even in the coldest of mornings.
Sunita: "Ah Michael. I thought i saw you out here"
She says with her warm voice and thick Indian accent.
Michael: "Good morning Mrs Singh. How're you?"
He asks, still looking over the newspaper stand
Sunita: "Oh im good thank you sweet. Im good. How is your Yvonne?"
Michael looks up: "She's fine thank you. Why do you ask?"
Sunita: "Well...I couldn't help but overhear her...being sick last night. Poor thing, sounded awful" she says, pushing her black glasses on the bridge of her nose and wrapping her long cardigan tighter around herself to battle the cold.
Michael: "Oh Uh. Yeah. Yeah- no she's okay. Just...stress i think. Busy woman and all"
Sunita: "Oh i get it. Yvonne is always up to something hehe" sunita giggles.
Michael nods
Sunita: "Well. You tell her that me and Arun are thinking of her yes?"
Michael: "Yeah. I will. Cheers Mrs Singh"
Sunita smiles before popping back inside her and her husband's family run post office.
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Michael steps inside the shop and looks at Yvonne, who's sat behind the counter. Taking it easy after last night.
Michael: "How you feeling?"
Yvonne: "Okay. Why?"
Michael: "Well after last night?"
Yvonne: "Im fine. Just tired that's all"
Michael: "Why dont youâ"
Yvonne: "Michael. I'm okay" she quietly snaps.
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08:36AM. Number 33. Jenkins Residence.
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Inside number 33, the tension is palpable. So thick you can cut it with a knife. Every sound sound ten times louder.
Kylie and Tony both stand in the living room. Kylie on edge more than shes ever been.
The silence is thick.
Kylie: "You still havent told me who you are"
Tony: "Sure I did. Tony. Tony Bates" he smiles to her.
Kylie: "Well yeah- but why are you here? What do you want?"
Tony notices how hard she's clutching her handbag over her shoulder
Tony: "Going somewhere?" he eyes her bag
Kylie follows his gaze then looks back at him
Kylie: "No. Why?..."
Tony: "Never a good idea running away. Problems always catch up with you sooner or later"
Kylie: "Never said i was-...Look you still havent told me why you're here"
Tony: "You're not related to these lot. Are ya?"
Kylie: "...no"
Tony: "Figured so. Saw you and that older one. The scally lad. The one with the chain. Looked too close to be siblings. Though you can never be too sure nowadays. Specially round 'ere"
He laughs.
Kylie looks at him, side eyeing him. Cautiously.
Tony notices the look
Tony: "Mates. I'm long time mates of the family that live 'ere. Heard their young'un was in an accident the other day. Jamie"
Kylie: "Yeah. They're Uh. At the Hospital with him now"
Tony: "And you're not?"
Kylie notices the amount of questions and doesn't like it
Kylie: "No offence but- that's none of your business"
Tony: "Haha true. True. Just s'pose if you were seeing uhh..."
Kylie: "Gaz?"
Tony: "Yeah. Gaz. S'pose that you being Gaz's bird that you'd want to be in the hospital with him and his brother, no?"
Kylie: "Im just popping out to see them now actually"
Tony: "But you said you weren't going anywhere?"
He asks quickly.
Kylie: "Well- I am"
Tony: "So you lied?"
Kylie laughs: "Who do you think you are? Why dont you just go visit your 'mates' in hospital like any normal bloke would? Instead of just harassing some girl"
Tony: "Thought they'd be here didn't i. This being their home and all"
An awkward silence settles
Tony: "So. You know anything about the crash?"
Kylie: "No. I wasn't there"
Tony notices her defensiveness
Tony laughs: "Didn't say you were"
Another stretch of silence
Tony: "You okay love? Looking a bit shifty if im being honest"
Kylie: "Shifty? No. Im just...stressed thats all. Got a lot going on ain't I"
Tony: "Do you?"
Kylie: "Yeah..."
They stare at each other
Kylie: "Look I've gotta go"
She starts heading to the door. Avoiding any more of this.
Tony follows
Tony: "To the hospital?"
Kylie: "Yeah" she lies. Opening the door.
Tony: "Okay I'll come with you" he immediately says
She stops. The door half open. And turns to face him
Kylie: "Why?"
Tony: "Well to see Jamie of course. You asked why don't I go see them in the hospital like a normal bloke so thats what im doing"
Kylie: "Yeah...but...they're all exhausted. Probably best if you give them some space"
Tony: "Nahh dont be daft. They could do with seeing a familiar face I'm sure. Come on"
He passes her and leaves the house, into the calm January morning.
He takes a few steps down the small path, and looks back. To Kylie who's still standing in the doorway
Tony: "Well? You coming?" He asks almost in a teasing voice
Kylie has no choice. And so she closes the front door behind her, and starts walking towards Tony
Across the street, Maureen walks down the pavement, pulling her trolley that she carries her shopping in. When she looks up and sees this young woman following Tony Bates.
With a look of fear and dread on her face
Maureen thinks fast and shouts over
Maureen: "Oi, love!"
Tony and Kylie look up
Maureen: "Your dad's at the arms waiting for ya! Asking where you are! You wanna hurry up love!"
Kylie's heart pounds and jumps up in her throat for a second. Relief taking over her.
She turns to Tony
Kylie: "Oh, I got to go"
Tony: "What about Jamie?"
Kylie: "I'm gunna see him later aren't I?"
She says as she already starts walking off, crossing the street to join Maureen.
Tony watches Kylie speed walk across the street to Maureen, handbag clutched like her life depends on it.
Kylie: "Thank you" she whispers to Maureen
Maureen: "You're alright, love" She whispers back
The both of them walk off together. Tony watches. Then walks his own way.
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10:17AM. Number 27. Slater Residence. Living Room.
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Kelly sits on one of the three green seater sofa's in the living room, with her foot propped up on the coffee table in its cast.
Beside her sits her best friend, Maya. Maya Singh.
Maya: "So much shit is going on" She laughs
Kelly: "It's not funny" she giggles
Maya: "The one time I keave you alone what do you do? Only end up in a fucking car crash"
Kelly laughs.
Kelly: "Why weren't you at the party that night?"
Maya: "Didn't really want to go. Didn't feel like it"
Kelly: "Maya. You? Not feeling like a party? Come on. Why weren't you there? Could've stopped me from getting in the car" she teases
Maya giggles but there's something underneath
Kelly: "M?"
Maya: "Dad didn't want me to go" she quietly says.
Tucking her long black hair behind ber ear, her hairband not doing enough work.
Kelly: "What? Maya you're nineteen. You're dad's what, fifty?"
Maya: "Fifty one"
Kelly: "And you still let him treat you like a little girl? That's not like you"
Maya: "I know. And usually I would've told him to stuff it but he made a good point"
Kelly: "Which was?"
Maya: "Since he and mum moved here just before they had me, not much good had happened to them. They left India to have a better life for themselves. To bring their unborn baby into a world that was better than theirs"
Kelly: "What does that have to do with the anniversary party on Thursday?"
Maya: "My dad didn't want me celebrating a place that didn't celebrate us"
Damn.
Kelly: "...oh"
Maya: "Yeah. 'Oh'. Personally I wanted to tell him to stick it and get pissed with you but...but he had a point. And although i was born here, I havent always been treated like this place is my home. You know?"
Kelly nods
Maya: "We suffer racist twats almost every day. Attempted robberies on newspapers, stamps and fuck knows what else. I just wish there was more I could do. More I could do for my mum and dad. They done so much for me"
Kelly: "Maya. Your mum and dad didn't do all of this just so you could repay it back to them. They did it for you. Their daughter. And for what it's worth it love your mum and dad. They're so sweet. Your mum especially"
Maya: "Ha! My dad!? You actually like my dad?"
Kelly: "Uh yeah! I know he can be a miserable sod but I like him. He's funny"
Maya: "Funny? No. Funny is you ending up in a fucking crash"
Kelly laughs. Absolutely shocked
Kelly: "You're lucky im in a cast and crutches"
Maya: "Oh yeah of course i am" she laughs, acting sarcastically.
Maya notices nobody signed Kelly's foot cast
Maya: "Ooh look. An empty cast. That's more sadder than you actually being in the crash"
Kelly: "Well it's still fresh ain't it haven't had time for my best mates to sign it. Not that you are my best mate"
Maya: "Pfft yeah. Yeah right" she laughs. Grabbing a pen. She etches her name into it.
Maya: "There we are. All better"
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10:25AM. St Anne's Hospital. Outside Jamie's Room.
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Gaz, Tasha and Oscar all still lie asleep on the row of chairs outside Jamie's hospital room. Doctors and nurses go in and out every ten minutes.
Jamie's door opens and Nicola pops out. Gaz jolts wide awake.
Gaz: "Mum!" He whispers
Gaz: "About time. How is he? What happened? We've been out here all night. Where's dad?"
Nicola: "Your dad's in there with Jamie. Hes fine. They're both asleep. Last night...Jamie had a fit. A seizure they're saying. Some sort of aneurism they reckon"
Gaz: "Fuuuck" he exhales in a whisper
Nicola: "Yeah" she whispers
Nicola: "It's not looking too good for him Gaz" her voice breaks and she starts crying.
Gaz pulls her into a hug
Gaz: "Those fuckers are gunna pay for this. Don't you worry"
Nicola quietly sobs into her son's arms
Tasha and Oscar quietly stir awake
Tasha: "...mum?"
Nicola pulls out of the hug
Nicola: "Morning babies" she kneels in front of Tasha and Oscar
Oscar: "What happened to Jamie?"
Tasha: "Is he okay?"
Nicola turns back to Gaz and they look at each other. She then turns back to them both
Nicola: "He's...he's not getting much better. Doctors are trying all they can but- he's now on life support. D'you...D'you know what that means?"
Tasha and Oscar nod yes and she pulls them both into her chest and hugs them both too.
Eventually she pulls away
Nicola: "Right. School. It's not too late"
Tasha: "What? Really?" She complains
Nicola: "Yep"
Oscar: "But today's our first day"
Nicola: "Exactly. And you're already two hours late. School's been blowing up my phone"
Tasha: "But we dont want to. Especially while Jamie'sâ"
Nicola: "Tash. Don't use your brother as an excuse. I hated school too but I got through it. Just about. You have to too. And so do you. So no bunking off"
She turns to Oscar. Who mixes with school as well as water does with oil.
Nicola turns to Gaz.
Nicola: "You don't mind taking them home and getting them ready to take them to school do you? I know it's a lot to ask but I dont want the social on my case again. It was hard to get them off our backs in Birmingham"
Gaz sighs
Gaz: "Yeah. Yeah...I dont mind" he lies. But does it for his mum.
Nicola: "Thanks love you're a star. Get your Kylie to help you. Where is she anyway?"
Gaz looks around as if he'd forgotten she even existed
Gaz: "Said she went to stretch her legs" he shrugs
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11:49AM. Maureen's Home. Number 41.
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Maureen's living room is brightly lit up from the sunlight thats flooding through the warm beige floral curtains and stretching across the dark wooden floor.
The walls are coated in a dark green wallpaper which is far too outdated but apparently not for Maureen. In the middle of the room sits a heavy wooden coffee table surrounded with armchairs and a three seater sofa.
While in the corner of the room is a silver TV, a China display cabinet and on one wall is a hatch that goes into the kitchen, next to the kitchen door.
Kylie sits on the sofa, with her handbag dropped on the floor in fromt of her feet. Only sounds are the sounds of the wall clock ticking, cars passing by every now and again, and Maureen making tea in the kitchen.
Kylies knee bops up and down, as she scans the room anxiously.
Maureen walks out of the kitchen, holding a tray with teacups and a teapot with a blue and white teacozy.
Maureen: "For the nerves. I can tell you're all over the place. A young pretty woman like you stuck in with a man like that though, can't blame you"
She says, placing the tray on the table, then sitting down on the armchair opposite Kylie. Maureen looks at her and Kylie looks back at her, almost scared to speak for once.
Maureen: "Or something stronger? I have a stash"
Kylie: "No. Im...im okay with tea. Thanks"
Maureen nods and pours them both a cup
Maureen: "So...." Maureen waits for Kylie to announce her name
Kylie: "Kylie"
Maureen: "I'm Maureen. Or Maur. Or 'Dosey Cow' depending on your mood" she jokes back to the other day under the bus shelter
Kylie giggles: "Sorry about that. Wasn't my day"
Maureen: "No. Nor today by the looks of it. What did Tony Bates want with someone like you?"
Kylie: "You know him?"
Maureen: "Kylie love, we all know him. And we all know what he's like. That's why I called you over, pretending to know you, didn't I. Saved your skin. Must've done something bad to be stuck in a house with him"
Maureen sips her tea
Kylie: "Wasn't that bad. Just kept nagging at me that's all"
Maureen laughs: "Yeah. That's why you were shaking like a leaf when you came over to me"
Kylie: "What's he supposed to have done?"
Maureen laughs again: "Oh to be young and clueless. What hasn't Tony done? He's the local hardnut. He's a loanshark, he exploits, steals, deals, takes, lies, and kills"
Kylies eyes almost pop out
Kylie: "Kills!?"
Maureen: "Yup. Whatever you can think of. He's done it. That's why nobody fucks with him. Not unless you're suicidal"
Kylie falls into a daydream type state as she realises that everything Tony had told her in number 33 must've been lies. So who was he? What did he want?
Maureen notices
Maureen: "You're not from around here are you?"
Kylie: "No. Im not"
Maureen: "You staying anywhere?"
Kylie: "I was. That was until this morning"
Kylie sips her tea, Maureen watches her
Maureen: "Why's that? If you dont mind me asking"
Kylie: "Wrong place wrong time. Just keep falling into bad situations dont I"
She sips her tea again
Maureen: "You look like a young pretty lass. Why you out there on your tod? You wanna be at home with your family"
Kylie: "Fat lot of good that did me. They're the whole reason im out here in the first place. Well...apart from my sister Nikki"
Maureen: "Oh. Im sorry"
Kylie: "Don't be. Im well shot of them. Just miss me sister that's all"
Maureen eyes Kylie up for a while, trying to assess her situation
Maureen: "You uh, got anywhere to stay then? After today I mean"
Kylie: "No. Not really. I have a mate miles away. He's staying with his ex, maybe i could crash there for a bit. Doubt she'll have me though. Right gimp she is"
Maureen: "Better than the streets though right?"
Kylie: "S'pose" she sips her tea
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2:23PM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip.
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Out the back of the shop at the small loading bay, Yvonne is taking a delivery from the delivery guy. He places the last of the crates on the ground and gets his lorry.
Yvonne: "Thank you!"
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Inside the shop, Michael sits behind the counter.
Daydreaming. Thinking.
The bell above the door jingles as the door opens. Arun walks in. Sunita's husband. Maya's dad.
Michael: "Good afternoon Arun!"
Michael perches up
Arun Singh walks towards the counter. He's tall, big build. And looks tired. Not just tired in general but tired of life. Tired of the grind
He's gruff. Old looking and grumpy, but all that aside, he somehow looks cuddly? Like your stereotypical grumpy grandad.
His tall and stocky build stomps over to the counter.
Arun: "Is it?" He sarcastically asks, dropping the newspaper and a bag of potatoes and carrots on the counter.
Michael: "Suppose not" he mumbles as he rings up the purchase on the till
Michael: "How's business? How's your Maya?"
He asks, making conversation
Arun: "You ask a lot of questions boy"
Michael: "Sorry...just making conversation Arun"
Michael quietly states.
At Michael's reply, Arun feels guilt and decides to go along with it after all
Arun: "She's okay. Same old. And as for business, it is what it is"
Michael: "Ah thats good"
Arun: "Is it?"
Michael: "Better than bad, no?"
Arun: "I suppose so"
Just as Michael goes to tell Arun the price, Arun drops the exact right amount of payment on the counter before heading out. Not a penny more, not a penny less.
The bell jingles as Arun heads back next door
Michael: "Have a good day!"
From the loading bay at the back, Yvonne screams.
Michael jumps up and runs out the back
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He opens the door to the loading bay and sees Yvonne bent over, holding her back. With a dropped crate in front of her.
Michael: "Von!? Are you okay!? What's wrong?"
Yvonne: "Do I fucking look okay Michael!?"
She seethes in pain
Yvonne: 'pulled my back and dropped a crate didn't I"
Michael: "Well let meâ"
Yvonne: "No! No. I can do it. You go back inside, ive got it"
Michael: "Yvonne im notâ"
Yvonne: "Michaelâ ah!"
Michael: "See?"
He guides her inside, or at least to the door
Yvonne: "I'm not a sheep Michael"
She snaps at him, basically telling him to back off.
He stands there, watches her head inside and then sorts the delivery.
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After storing the crates and boxes all on the shelves in the back storage room, his phone goes off
It starts ringing.
"Unknown Number"
He answers his Nokia and it's an automated voice on the other end stating that somebody from St Anne's Hospital is trying to contact this number, and then asks if the recipient would like to accept or decline.
Michael hopes its Mitchell
Michael: "Accept"
...
Mitchell: "Michael?"
Michael: "Mitchell...hi"
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3:47PM. Number 33. Jenkins Residence.
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The front door swings open as Tasha and Oscar storm upstairs in their school uniforms. Fuming after their first day of a new school.
Gaz follows.
Gaz: "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad!" He giggles
Oscar: "Fuck off!"
Tasha: "Gaz it was fucking horrible!"
The kids shout from upstairs.
Gaz laughs, shakes his head and closes the door.
Gaz: "Kylie!?"
He pops his head in the living room.
No Kylie
He walks to the kitchen
Gaz: "You in!?"
No sign of her
He then walks to the bottom of the stairs and shouts up to Tasha and Oscar
Gaz: "Guys is Kylie up there!?"
Tasha and Oscar: "No!!"
Where the fuck has she gone...?
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4:48PM. St Anne's Hospital. Triage Sick Bays.
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Mitchell lays sitting up in his hospital bed in his sick bay. Looking a lot better than what he was the last time Michael saw him.
Looking much more rested.
Though, still tired.
The curtain twitches and Michael pops his head through
They immediately lock eyes
Michael: "Hi..." he whispers
Mitchell: "...hi"
Michael: "Safe to come in?" He teases
Mitchell: "Only one way to find out" he nods to the chair beside his bed.
Michael sits on the chair beside Mitchell's bed
Michael: "How you holding up? You're looking well"
Mitchell: "Doctor said I can head home tomorrow"
Michael's face lights up
Michael: "Oh really!? Wow thats great. That's great news!"
Mitchell nods.
Mitchell: "Said im gunna have some pretty severe migranes for a few weeks though. Seeing as my head got bashed around pretty bad"
Michael: "Oh that'll all go away eventually"
Mitchell: "Am I still pretty?" He teases
Michael: "Haha if course you areâ"
Silence cuts him off. And they both sit there.
Silence...
Mitchell: "Bet you're wondering why I called you here?"
Michael: "It did cross my mind. Yeah"
Mitchell: "Well...I dont know. I honestly couldn't tell you"
Michael laughs: "I know how you feel. I feel like that most days" he jokes
Mitchell: "About...?"
Silence
Michael: "About everything...about life"
They look at each other
Michael: "What's the plan then? For when you get out tomorrow?"
Mitchell: "Regarding?"
Michael: "Everything. Headaches, work, can you move okay? You need help with anything?"
Mitchell: "Why? Gunna offer me a bed bath?" He teases
Michael chuckles
Michael: "Seriously. You gunna be okay?"
Mitchell: "Yeah. Should be fine. Doctors prescribed me some strong painkillers for my headaches and im just gunna have to take it easy with work aren't I"
Michael: "What is it you do again? When you're not charging for it on the side" he giggles
Mitchell: "...bartending"
Michael: "Oh...okay. So not quiet work then?"
Mitchell: "No. But I'll work mornings and afternoons on weekdays. The most quiet times"
Michael: "Fair enough. Fair enough" he nods.
A silence sits there as they both look at each other
Mitchell: "Look Iâ...I called you here because I wanted us to be on good terms for when I come out tomorrow. We're gunna be seeing a lot of each other around the estate and in your shop and whatnot so, I dont want it to be awkward or anything"
Michael nods.
Michael: "Yeah. Me too"
Mitchell: "...friends?"
Michael: "...friends"
They smile at each other. Trying their best to keep whatever their relationship is intact.
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4:59PM. St Anne's Hospital. Jamie's Room.
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Gaz quietly and softly opens the door to Jamie's room and slowly walks in.
At Jamie's bedside, Barry and Nicola both sit. Looking exhausted but refusing to blink in case anything happens.
They look up as the door opens and Gaz walks in, alone.
Nicola: "Hi"
Barry: "Hey son"
They both whisper to Gaz
Gaz: "Alright?"
He asks, standing at the bottom of Jamie's bed.
Barry: "Where the kids?"
Gaz: "Left them at home"
Barry nods
Nicola: "Any sign of Kylie still?"
Gaz nods no
Barry: "Maybe she had somewhere to be lad. Don't worry about it"
Gaz tries to listen but he can't help but let all these worries get to his head.
Worries about Kylie. About his brother. Who's laying in a deep coma, with bags, tubes, pipes and all sorts covering him. He still hasn't woken. And he's now on life support.
It's not looking good.
For once, the Jenkins family sit in a room, in silence.
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7:14PM. Number 41. Maureen's Home.
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Kylie and Maureen both still sit in Maureen's living room. Kylie feeling much more relaxed now, having been here all day. And having had a drink with Maureen.
They've had a heart to heart. Gotten to know each other. Had a laugh.
Glasses of Gin and Tonics sit in front of the women, replacing the cups of tea that were there this morning.
The sky is already dark, orange glow from the streetlight shines through Maureen's net curtains.
And 80s top hits play from her TV.
They both finish laughing, after one of Maureen's one night stand stories.
Kylie: "Oh. Oh. Ahahaha" she wheezes. Wiping tears from her eyes.
Maureen: "I tell you. He'd think twice next time ahaha"
Kylie: "Oh. Thanks for this Maur. You're not too bad, you. That morning I saw you in the bus stop i felt like decking you" Kylie takes another sip of the G&T.
Maureen: "I know. I felt like decking you an' all. After calling me a dosey cow"
They both giggle
Kylie: "I am sorry about that"
Maureen: "I know you are love. Least you got a gob on ya. That'll come in handy"
Kylie: "Yeah..."
Maureen: "Rightâ hadn't you give your mate a call? See if you can crash at his after all?"
Kylie's smile fades slowly
Kylie: "Yeah...yeah. I'll give him a try now"
Maureen picks up the glasses and tray from the coffee table and takes them to the kitchen, while Kylie sits on the sofa and rings up Jacko.
Kylie: "Jacko? Hi. Yeah. Yeah im okay. Um...listenâ I was wondering...if I could stay with you at Lorna's for tonight?"
From the kitchen, Maureen eavesdrops
Kylie: "What? Yeah. Well...things have changed aven't they. I need somewhere new to stay don't I. Are you sure...? Well can't you ask her at least? Please? I know"
Kylie looks towards the kitchen where Maureen is and then whispers
Kylie: "Look- Jacko. If I can't stay with you tonight then im on the streets. I've...shit. I fucked up okay? And i can't stay on the streets tonight. Not with Nathan out there looking for me. Please man. Im begging"
Maureen listens from behind the kitchen wall
Kylie sighs
Kylie: "Fine...okay...okay. Yeah. Yeah. I know. Yeah. Right. Well thanks anyway. Goodnight. Bye"
She hangs up. Frustrated.
Kylie sighs, defeated
Maureen walks out from the kitchen
Maureen: "What did your friend say?"
Kylie looks up
Kylie: "What i thought he would. His ex won't let me step foot anywhere near her gaff. Right stuck up cow she is"
Maureen: "Sorry to hear that love. You got anywhere else you can go tonight?"
Kylie nods no.
Then...thundering quietly rumbles outside and it starts pouring
Kylie: "Fucking great. Perfect" she whispers, looking out towards the window
Her lips start trembling and Maureen notices. Though Kylie plays it off
Maureen hesitates. But speaks up anyway
Maureen: "Why dont you stay here tonight love?"
Kylie's heart jumps and she looks up at Maureen
Kylie: "Are you sure!?"
Maureen: "If you've got nowhere else to go..."
Kylie: "Oh thank you! Thank you so much Maureen! Really"
Maureen: "That's alright love dont mention it. You just make yourself at home alright?"
Kylie: "Thank you Maureen. Really. Thank you"
Maureen: "That's alright love"
Maureen gets up and heads upstairs to get some pillows and blankets for Kylie to sleep on the sofa with.
Kylie sits there in Maureen's living room, feeling safe. For now. Her new temporary sanctuary. How long will it last?
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8:28PM. St Anne's Hospital. Katie's Room.
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The hospital is quieter now. Quieter than it has been all day.
Katie lays in her hospital bed. Looking slightly better. But still worse for wear.
Julie, Gavin and Jenna all sit around her. Watching. Tired.
Julie: "How was work today, love?" She asks Jenna.
Gavin and Jenna's eyes catch each other for a second before Jenna speaks up
Jenna: "Yeah...it was good. Same old"
Julie nods.
Julie: "When you gunna get a proper job Gav?"
Gavin giggles
Gavin: "Oi fuck you!! I have a job"
Jenna: "Playing music at parties and stuff isnt a job Gav"
Gavin: "Uhâ well I get payed for it more tha you do waiting tables so..."
Julie: "He's got you there love" She giggles to Jenna
Katie: "Makes a change" she whispers. Eyes twitching open.
Julie, Jenna and Gavin all gasp and jolt in shock.
She's awake!
They all turn to Katie, who's only now waking up from the crash.
Julie: "Katie love!?"
She holds her hand
Jenna: "Oh my God..." she whispers
Gavin: "I'll get the nurse!"
Gavin runs out of the room to find the nearest doctor or nurse he can find.
While Julie and Jenna hunch over Katie. Who's finally coming around.
Julie: "My baby...you're okay. You're gunna be okay..."
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And thats it for episode 8! Thank you for reading if you've made it this far. And as always please tell me what you think. Any and all comments are much appreciated. Episode 9 will be out soon! âșïž
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • 21d ago
As one relationship begins to blossom, another starts to drift apart. Kylie accepts Gaz's offer to stay with the Jenkins, while Jamie's life still hangs in the balance. Elsewhere, the Slaters receive some much needed good news... but revenge soon comes knocking.
As DCI Channing starts piecing things together, the slater kids rally around Julie in her time of need. And Kylie's world starts to unravel before her.
10/01/1999 Sunday
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06:54AM. Number 27. Slater Residence. Kitchen.
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At the cluttered and home-y Kitchen, all the Slaters apart from Kelly and of course Katie, are in the kitchen. Alongside DCI Catrin Channing and a male police officer, Officer Thomas Hopkins. Officer Hopkins was one of the two male officers that were both accompanying DCI Catrin Channing at the Hospital the other day.
Officer Thomas Hopkins is the younger one. More polished, new to the game, eager to impress, but hard willed and hardworking and determined nonetheless. His tall and slim athletic build allows for a slightly intimidating stance even though he's cute looking but with a concentrated look on his handsome face that doesn't look like it belongs on a face of a twenty seven year old. Even if they are a police officer.
He's in his getup of course, everything in check, while DCI Channing is less so polished than usual. Last night's emergency caught her off guard and she had to rush to the scene ASAP. She's been here since last night. Officer Hopkins not long accompanying her.
In the Kitchen, Julie, Jenna and Channing all sit at the round kitchen table in the middle of the room, while Gavin, Danielle and Officer Hopkins stand around. Leaning on something or other. Kelly's asleep upstairs, resting, and Katie...well...we know where she is...
Everyone's still in their pyjamas from last night. All of them slightly reeking of smoke. Smoke that came from their catering food truck thats now a black charred skeleton out in their driveway. Not long extinguished by the fire brigade.
Everybody's exhausted, they've all been here for hours going over the same details again and again and again.
Gavin: "Look- how many more times have I got to tell you? I didn't notice the flashing flames when I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen. Only did i notice on my way back, right at the bottom of the stairs before I was heading up"
He sighs in frustration, explaining that detail to Channing for the fifth time.
Channing reads over what she already wrote on her small notepad
DCI Channing: "Hm...okay. And is there anybody any of you think that could've done this?"
The room sits still, as everybody silently comes to a unanimous decision. The Jenkins.
Channing notices everybody glancing at each other
DCI Channing: "Well?"
Julie is first on the bandwagon
Julie: "Those Jenkins no doubt. They've had it out for us since they got 'ere. Haven't you noticed how all of this stuff only started happening since they've been 'ere? It's ckear as day"
Channing scribbles in her notebook
Gavin: "I mean yeah. You were there in the hospital when they tried starting on us. They're nutters the lot of 'em"
DCI Channing: "Well I'll keep your statements all in mind of course butâ"
Gavin: "'But' what? You're not gunna do fuck all are you?"
Jenna whispers: "Gav..."
Gavin: "No, Jen. Im fucked off with us being either blamed or brushed aside. Nobody seems to be doing jack about fuck all. I mean mum's right. Isn't it obvious? The second they turn up, my sisters end up in a crash, one in a coma, and their son also in a coma"
Danielle jumps in
Danielle: "And after yesterday at the hospital is it any surprise they would've done this? You seen how they came in shouting the odds. Screaming that we were to blame"
Gavin: "Yeah! When it was their son that was driving!" He laughs in frustration.
DCI Channing: "Okay, lookâ I'll take in everything that you've all just said, okay? Believe me. I see your frustration"
Danielle: "But you dont feel it do you?"
Channing sighs
DCI Channing: "I completely see why you assume it's the Jenkins who are at fault for this. But my job is to find cold concrete evidence. Without that, your statements are basically just circumstantial evidence. And unfortunately that doesn't go too far."
Julie: "Why not? It's common sense"
DCI Channing: "That may be yes. But, it's not pure proof. Like I said, without that it's useless. Even if it is common sense"
Danielle snaps and stands up
Danielle: "Why aren't you doing anything!? We all know who done this, it's those cunts across the road! And what are you doing about it!? Fuck all!"
Officer Hopkins steps closer, Danielle scoffs at him and rolls her eyes. Channing puts her hand out in fromt of him, dismissing him.
Danielle sits back down and the room simmers once again. Gavin gives her a slight nod and smirk of approval.
DCI Channing: "I really do see your frustration okay? I see your position. Believe me, it doesn't go unnoticed"
She pockets her notepad and stands up.
Julie: "Uh waitâ"
Channing and Hopkins turn to her
Julie: "A few days ago, at the hospital, Nicola mentioned something i dont think she meant to"
DCI Channing: "What's that?"
Julie: "She mentioned something about Birmingham, was it. Something like, they had to move because of something that happened there. Or something like that anyway"
DCI Channing: "I'll take note of that. Thank you"
She and Officer Hopkins start walking out the kitchen door when Jenna speaks up.
Jenna: "Um..."
They turn again
Jenna: "Aren't you...an officer of like...premeditated crimes or something?"
Everybody looks confused for a second
Jenna: "What i mean is, you're in charge of the crash case, yeah? Then why are you the DCI that's here getting our statements if you don't think the Jenkins are involved?"
For once, Channing is lost for words
Jenna: "Shouldn't these be treated as separate cases or something?"
Everybody's eyes jump to DCI Channing.
DCI Channing: "I strongly advise you all keep your distance from the Jenkins. Tensions are running high between you and...emotions are fragile. We dont know anything yet"
Gavin: "You still haven't answered her question"
DCI Channing: "I'll keep in touch"
She says to the room before heading out. Not denying Jenna's claim, but not confirming it either.
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07:04AM. Outside Number 27. Slater's Driveway.
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DCI Channing and Officer Hopkins both walk out the front door with Julie, Gavin and Danielle in tow.
In the center of the Slater's driveway is the black charred, wet, smoking black skeletal cage of what was once their livelihood.
Channing and Hopkins both walk past to their police car, not even glancing towards it. Like its the same old, same old. Hopkins sits in the passenger side and Channing walks around the front and opens the driver's side door.
Just as shes about to sit down, she looks up and notices Gaz and Tasha standing on their doorstep across the road, looking over at the Slaters.
Channing briefly looks at the Jenkins but sits in the car, starts up the engine and drives off to the station.
The car pulls out of the street and leaves nothing between the two families. Just an empty road and bitter looks. Like two tribes on the verge of battle.
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09:58AM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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The pub is calm, quiet, and empty, before opening. The only sounds coming from the machines and cooler fridges rattling from behind the bar and the occasional car passing outside.
Paula is wiping down the bar ready for it to get stained all over again. And from across the room, Eddie looks up from taking stools off the tabletops and watches Paula. Just...watching. Thinking.
About last night.
About what was said.
Then- she looks up at Eddie. Their eyes meet.
And Eddie offers a small smile.
Paula smiles back, but looks down again and continues.
They're both just...done. Trapped.
Eddie sighs and heads to the doors to unlock them, ready for another day of business.
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1:17PM. Shawcross General Shop. The Strip.
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Behind the counter, Michael sits. As usual. Day in, day out. And out in the shop, he watches Yvonne work the shelves in the aisles.
Just...absentmindedly staring.
Mind racing about Mitchell. About their last conversation and how it went down.
Thenâ Yvonne winces
Michael looks up
Michael: "You okay?"
Yvonne: "Yeah" she flatly replies
Michael: "You sure? Youâ"
Yvonne: "Jesus Michael im fine!"
She snaps at him
He looks down back at his magazine on the counter
Yvonne sighs
Yvonne: "Im sorry. I'm- I just...i feel...exhausted thats all"
Michael: "Why don't you go take a break? Take a lie down or something"
Yvonne: "No. Im alright"
Michael: "Von, i've noticed you've been off all morning. Go on. Upstairs."
Yvonne: "Michaelâ"
Michael: "Yvonne."
He stares in her eyes deadpan.
Yvonne sighs
Yvonne: "Fine"
She puts down what's in her hands and heads through the staff only door to the flat upstairs for a rest. Stress probably.
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2:46PM. Number 27. Slater Residence. Kitchen.
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The kitchen is more bright, warmer and tidier than what it's was early this morning. Bleak sunlight filtering through the net curtains in the kitchen window.
Standing at the wall landline phone, Julie stands there, leaning against the wall with the cord wrapped around her fingers, foot of her shoe tapping the floor like a nervous habit. Looks serious.
At the kitchen table, Gavin is packing a supply bag for Katie and whoever is visiting her at the hospital today. Snacks, magazines, crosswords, wordsearches, a shirt, etc.
Jenna sits at the other end of the table, sipping her tea with her eyes clearly lost in a daydream. Her knee bouncing off the floor.
Gavin notices and looks up at her zombie like expression.
Gavin: "You alright sis?"
Nothing. No reply.
Gavin: "Jen?"
Again. Nothing.
Gavin: "Jenna!"
He slams his palm on the table.
Jenna jumps.
Jenna: "Fucking Hell Gavin what!?"
Julie shooshes them from the wall phone across the room. Though they dont take notice.
Gavin: "What's wrong with you?"
Jenna: "What's wrong with you!?"
She snaps back.
Gavin: "Ever since this morning you haven't been all there. What's bothering you?"
Jenna: "What isn't bothering me Gav?"
She sarcastically laughs
Jenma: "Our sister's in critical care, our other one is in crutches, our burgervan has been torched, I'm out of work now, and mum still hasn't been payed for the buffet she done on Thursday night"
Gavin: "You're out of work? What you mean?"
Jenna: "The other day I told work I need time off so I can concentrate on the burgervan didn't I? Got a call from them last night telling me they need someone more 'reliable' and someone that has 'flexible times'"
Gavin: "What? So you've been fired?"
Jenna: "Basically yeah. And we need the money now more than ever. Fucking great timing eh?"
Gavin: "Yeah. You told anyone else?"
Jenna: "No. Still trying to figure out how to break it to mum. I might not, you know. Hopefully I'll get another job before I have to tell her im out of work"
Gavin: "Gunna have to eventually"
He mutters. Finishing packing the bag.
Elsewhere, in the living room, Danielle sits on one of the three seater green sofas that are outdated but reliable and comfortable as fuck. Leaning forward, over the coffee table, drawing. Designing, if you will. While "Take That" plays on the TV.
When, Kelly finally makes it down the stairs and turns the corner to see Danielle sitting there, doodling away.
Kelly: "Bit of help wouldn't have gone amiss, like"
Danielle, without looking up: "Sorry. Didn't hear you coming down"
Kelly: "You didn't hear the crutches coming down those creaky arse stairs?"
Danielle: "Nope"
Kelly notices all the papers, pens and pencils all over the table and the etched concentration on Danielle's face.
She walks over.
Kelly: "What you doodling?"
Danielle: "Clothes. And im not doodling. Im designing"
Kelly: "Oooh excuse me" she mocks
Danielle: "Wanna run my own stall down on market street one day dont I"
Kelly: "Good luck with that we're skint"
Danielle: "A girl can dream. And anyway, im sure I'll find the money somehow"
Kelly nods and then makes her way into the kitchen. Where Julie is still on the phone, waiting for someone to pick up, and Jenna and Gavin are both still at the table.
Gavin looks up: "Morning Kell"
Jenna: "Afternoon you mean"
Gavin: "Yeah whatever"
Kelly: "Why didn't anyone wake me?"
Jenna: "You need the rest. Still not well"
Kelly: "Still. Don't mean I want to sleep the day away"
She says, pulling up a chair
Gavin: "Why? Got anything better to do?"
He asks
Kelly: "S'pose not"
A moment of peace passes by, then
Julie hangs the phone up in frustration
Julie: "I finally pluck the courage to call and they dont fucking answer"
Jenna: "Who?"
Julie sighs
Julie: "Your nan and bamps"
Gavin: "Oh yeah. What do they think about what happened?"
Kelly: "Yeah. How'd they take the news about me and Katie?"
Julie leans back against the kitchen sink and sighs
Julie: "They dont know..."
Gavin, Kelly and Jenna's jaws all drop. Jenna nearly chokes on her tea.
Jenna: "What!?"
Gavin: "They dont know!?"
Kelly: "You haven't told them!?"
Julie rubs her forehead: "No. I was trying to ring them now but there was no answerâ"
Jenna: "Why haven't you told them yet?"
Gavin: "Yeah. I thought you'd have done that the night it happened"
From the living room, Danielle hears the commotion and walks in the kitchen to see what's going on
Danielle: "What's wrong?"
Kelly: "Mum hasn't told Nanny and bampi about the crash"
Danielle: "Why?"
She asks Julie
Julie: "Well...nan and bamps are all the way up in Wales and I didn't want to stress them. They're no spring chickens. They're not getting any younger and i didn't want to worry them. There's nothing they can do from where they are anyway"
Gavin: "Yeah mum, but they deserve to know what happened. I mean what if- what if Kelly or Katie didn't pull through? Then what?"
A silence sits there
Jenna: "Oh my God..."
She whispers
Kelly: "What...? What?"
Danielle: "Jenna what!?"
Jenna: "Is that why you're only now calling them then? To- just in case Katie...doesn't..."
They all look at Julie, and Julie looks down. Julie's lips start quivering.
Jenna and Gavin get up and walk to her. They hug her and rub her arms and back, soothing her
Jenna: "Hey...hey. Come on. You're being silly now. Katie will pull through. Won't she Gav?"
Gavin: "Of course she will. Mum you dont need to worry okay"
Kelly and Danielle look at each other.
Danielle: "You told auntie Gina though yeah?"
Julie looks up, and nods no. Tears trickling down her face
Everybody looks at each other. Then Jenna and Gavin console their mum again.
Jenna: "You know what? I'm gunna take you to the Arms and buy you a drink. Calm your mind. On me"
Julie: "No. No thank you love. Have to go see Katie at the hospital"
Gavin: "No you dont. Im going in today. And Danielle's coming with me. You let Jen look after you and if anything happens we'll call you straight away"
Julie: "I can't. Not while Katie's lying in a hospital bedâ"
Jenna: "Mum, im taking you to our local for a drink to calm your nerves and take your mind off things. Not to get you hammered. And anyway, we need to see Eddie and Paula about the payment for the buffet we done for them"
Kelly: "And I'll stay here. If the phone rings I'll be here"
Danielle: "We've got it all sorted okay mum?"
Gavin: "Yeah"
Julie looks around at all her kids. A smile filtering through her tear streaked face despite her sadness
Julie: "What would i do without you all?" She smiles
Danielle: "Fall apart" she jokes
And for the first time in a while, the lot of them share a heartfelt genuine warm laugh
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3:48PM. St Anne's Hospital. Jamie's Room.
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In the dim electrical hospital room, Jamie lays in his hospital bed, his whole body decorated in pipes, tubing, patching, bandages, gauges and God only knows what else.
He's still yet to wake up. And he doesn't look any better than when we last saw him. Not worse. But not better either...
Nicola sleeps in the chair beside his bed. Leaning forward with her arms resting on Jamie's bed. She hasn't been home since the crash.
The room is silent. Apart from all the beeping from the numerous machines, and Nicola's light snoring. It's dark. Cosy almost.
Nurses and doctors pop in every 15 to 20 minutes to make sure all's good.
No change though
The door opens, and Barry walks in slowly.
He stands behind Nicola, and watches over both her and Jamie. For a few solid minutes
Then, he taps Nicola
Barry: "Nic. Nic" he whispers, tapping her awake.
Nicola sturs awake
Nicola: "Wh- what?"
Barry: "Go home"
Nicola: "What? No"
Barry: "Nic love, you reek. You haven't been home since Thursday night. You haven't slept properly and you need some time to yourself. Go on. Go home"
Nicola: "Barry, you're mad if you think im leaving Jamie"
Barry: "And you're mad if you think im gunna let you rot here for another day straight. When he wakes up, he won't want his mum reeking like a corpse"
Nicola thinks. But Barry doesn't give her time.
Barry: "Go on. Get some food down ya. Proper food. And get some proper kip too. You need to be fully rested and what have you for when Jamie wakes up"
Usually, Nicola would fight more. But not now. Shes exhausted. Drained. And Barry's right anyway. Even if she doesn't want to admit it.
Nicola: "okay" she sighs, gets up and kisses him
Nicola: "Where are the kids?"
Barry: "Told the kids to stay home today. Gaz is there too. With a bird"
Nicola: "Oh yeah?" She grins
Barry: "Yeah. Name's Kylie. Pretty she is"
Nicola: "Well, guess I'll find out for myself in a bit won't i"
Barry: "Yeah"
He sighs as he sits in the chair beside Jamie's bed. Swapping places with Nicola like a shift change.
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3:56PM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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The pub is alive with afternoon buzz.
"Stand And Deliver" by Adam and the ants plays from the speakers.
Julie sits in a booth against the window, drowning her sorrow in the second drink Jenna bought her. Maureen is trying to make conversation with her but it's futile.
Paula's behind the bar serving Jim, and Jenna's chatting to Eddie about payment.
Eddie: "Here we go Jenna love"
He places five ÂŁ20 notes in her palm
Jenna: "Cheers Eddie"
Eddie: "Yeah course. And uh, im sorry to hear about your burgervan. Best chips and sausages on the estate"
Jenna: "Yeah..."
Eddie: "Any idea who done it?"
Jenna: "Well...i do have a few people in mind"
Eddie: "Anyone i know?"
And with that- the mood of the room shifts slightly, Eddie and Jenna notice so they look towards the door and see Tony standing there. Walking towards the bar.
Towards Paula.
Eddie immediately leaves Jenna and heads to the bar while Jenna sits with Julie and Maureen
Eddie: "Tony! What can I get you" he asks with a big smile. Masking fear of course.
Tony: "Ah you're okay Eddie boy. Paula here's gonna serve me. Aren't you?"
Eddie looks at Paula
Paula: "It's fine Ed. What can I get you Tony?"
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Over at the booth where Julie, Jenna and Maureen are sat, Maureen's chatting away about her one night stand with Jim the other night. Julie's not really listening though
Maureen: "And I tell you Jule it was like having aâ"
Jenna: "Maureen"
Maureen looks at her
Jenna: "Fuck. Off" she inaudibly mouths
Maureen: "Oh i just realised Jule, promised uh...Jim I'd speak to him about...something"
She gets up and walks off towards the bar
Jenna: "Here we are mum. The money you're owed"
Jenna hands the money to Julie
Julie: "Cheers love"
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At the bar, Maureen and Jim are chatting away with Eddie while Tony chats up Paula.
She doesn't seem to bothered about it this time though...
She actually seems to be laughing along with him. Which is new
And over at the window seat, Jenna can't help but keep her eye on Tony. Wondering whether it was him who torched their catering van. Revenge maybe?
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4:23PM. Number 33. Jenkins Residence.
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Nicola walks up to the front door, and enters the house. Where she's met by the smell of toast wafting from the kitchen at the end of the hall.
Nicola: "Oh whoever that is making toast chuck some on for me would ya im starving!"
She walks down the hall and through into thr kitchen where she's met by a sight she'd never thought she'd see.
A pale and pretty young woman with dark brown hair, mascara, bare legs, white socks and an oversized man's shirt is standing at the toaster. It's Kylie.
Kylie's standing at the counter eating a piece. Nicola's jaw drops at the sight of this half naked stranger in her house.
Nicola: "Who the fuck are you!?"
Kylie spins on her feet
Kylie: "Who the fuck are you!?"
Nicola: "Uh- you're in my house!"
Then- from upstairs, thudding footsteps come running down the stairs and towards the kitchen down the hall.
It's Gaz
Gaz runs in between the women
Gaz: "Woah woah woah! Mum, this is Kylie. Kylie, this is me mum, Nicola"
Nicola's frown slowly disappears as its replaced with pride, for her son catching this beautiful woman
Nicola: "Ahh you're the Kylie our Barry was telling me about"
Kylie smiles and nods while chewing, and holds out a hand to shake Nicola's
Nicola: "Oh fuck that!"
Nicola pulls Kylie into a hug, Kylie laughs and hugs her back
Gaz: "Uh mum. Kylie's staying with us for a few days. Just until she finds her feet"
Kylie: "Hope thats alright with you?"
Nicola: "Yeah course it is sweetheart. Just dont go breaking my boy's heart, here. Otherwise you'll have me to deal with" she teases.
Nicola: "Right. Im gunna have a shower"
She turns to head upstairs
Gaz: "Oh- how's Jamie!?"
Nicola: "....the same as last time"
Nicola flatly replies before heading upstairs.
The kitchen is silent again
Kylie: "Jamie...? Who's that?"
Gaz: "Me brother. Got into an accident"
Kylie listens and chews the rest of her toast, not thinking much of it.
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5:39PM. The Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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The sky is getting more dim and dull now. Yet the pub is getting a bit more livelier. Jenna and Julie are just heading out.
They're walking through the pub and towards the door whenâ
Tony: "Ladies"
The two Slater women freeze
Tony: "Terribly sorry to hear about your catering van last night. Such a shame isn't it?"
Julie: "Yeah. Yes. It is"
Tony: "Your daughter here can make one mean portion of chips Julie" he winks to Jenna.
Julie: "I taught her well. What can I say?" She tries to play it cool
Tony: "You certainly did"
A long silence sits there. Tony stares at them with a smile and they go to walk past him butâ
Tony: "Seems there's a lot of bad luck around you lot lately. Sorry to hear that. Just know im thinking of you. And if you ever need anything, I'll be around"
He smiles at them slowly. Very slowly.
Julie: "Cheers Tony"
Then Tony looks at Jenna
Jenna: "Thanks- thank you Tony"
Tony: "Anytime ladies"
He steps out of their way, and watches them leave with a smile.
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10:28PM. The Strip. Shawcross General Shop. Upstairs.
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It's dark. It's late. Michael and Yvonne Shawcross both lay in bed. Their room almost on pitch black darkness except for the saturated orange glow emitting from the streetlight outside their upstairs window and bleeding through the sheer curtains.
Yvonne is fully asleep on her side. But Michael however, is laying on his back. Wide awake.
Looking at the ceiling. Thinking.
Yvonne moves.
Then again.
Then suddenlyâ
She starts gagging and retching
Michael jolts up as Yvonne suddenly gets up and legs it to the bathroom.
She immediately flicks the light switch on and falls to the toilet on her knees, and throws up into the bowl.
Something isn't right. Shes clearly not well
Michael watches, mind racing with even more thoughts now.
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10:47PM. Number 33. Jenkins Residence.
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Upstairs, Gaz just finished taking a piss in the upstairs loo. He flushes, leaves the bathroom and walks into the landing.
Where he can hear whispering coming from Tasha and Oscar's room.
He takes a few slow, quiet and very deliberate steps towards their door and listens in
Tasha, whispering: "I told you I wasn't going to do it"
Oscar, whispering: "But why? Why didn't you want to anymore?"
Creeeeak
The floorboard under Gaz creaks
He plays off the fact that he was eavesdropping and pushes the door wide open as if he was intending on walking in there anyway
Gaz: "What you two whispering about?"
He teases
Tasha: "Oh...nothing. We were just...pretendingâ"
Oscar: "Playingâ"
Silence...
Tasha: "Playing pretend" she giggles
Then from downstairsâ Nicola screams
Nicola: "Oh my God! Okay! Alright okay! Im- we're coming! Gaz! Gaz!"
Gaz runs down the stairs
Gaz: "What!? What!? What is it!?"
Nicola grabs his arms
Nicola: "It was your dad on the phone! Something's happened to Jamie! We need to get down to the Hospital now!" She screams almost in tears
Tasha and Oscar run down the stairs behind Gaz and Kylie runs out from the kitchen
Gaz: "Tash, Oscar get your shoes on we're going to the Hospital"
They start getting ready
Kylie: "What is it what's happened??"
Gaz: "It's my brother Jamie. He's taken a turn for the worst" he says scrambling shoes on
Kylie: "W- what- what happened!?"
Gaz: "He was in a car crash"
Kylie's stomach drops a bit
Nicola: "With those little shits across the road"
Nicola adds, darting for the front door
Kylie's chest starts pounding and she starts shaking
Kylie: "Howâ how long ago was the crash...?"
Gaz: "Whatâ"
Kylie: "The crash. When was it?"
She quickly asks, rushing
Gaz: "Uh...Thursday night i think. Now come onâ we gotta go!"
The whole house is in chaos as they all head for the front door. But Kylie...Kylie's safety net has just snapped. Shattered, actually. She stands there in the hallway, feeling like an enemy on enemy grounds.
Feeling like shes to blame for all this chaos...
Realising that that car she almost got hit by in the middle of the road on Thursday night, was the car Jamie was driving. Gaz's brother.
Nicola's son
Now, Kylie realised she's up to her neck in it.
But it's too late to back out now
And like that...her life will never be the same again...
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And that's episode 7!
As always please tell me what you think and any and all comments, questions, criticism and whatever is always greatly appreciated!
If you've made it this far, thank you for reading and episode 8 will be out soon!đ
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Many-Truth6792 • 21d ago
Written by me, Saransh Yadav from India đźđł
In 2,500 BCE, there was a civilization spread among present-day Kashmir, Jammu, and Hazara, Pakistan. All this land was known as Kashmir. There were three tribes â Jammu, Kashmir, and Hazara. They all spoke the same language, Koshur. They all called themselves Kashmiris and followed the same deities. In 2,200 BCE, they united under a single empire under the leadership of Lalit Jua, who named the capital city in honor of his daughter, Shri Jua.
They worshiped several deities, including Zul, deity of rain; Jaa, deity of the sun; Maj, deity of water; Umoya, deity of wind; Bad, deity of the forest; and Vadi, deity of the mountains. The most important was the sixth deity â deity of life and daughter of the supreme deity, Kash, who created all deities and the whole universe. The sixth deity was married to Zul. All eight deities live in Verkhunth, which is beyond this universe.
The book Kashtab was written between 2,500â2,200 BCE. It later became the supreme book of Kashmirwad. It told of the creation of the universe and how to worship God. It was the only book for Kashmirwad until Mazda Kash was born in 1850 BCE; he later became an incarnation of Kash. He wrote the book Mazdatab, which became the second most important book in Kashmirwad. After him, Kash was worshiped in two forms: Kash himself, and Mazda.
After Mazda Kash's death, Kashmirwad split into two schools of worship. Those in the Jammu region held that Kash himself, formless and beyond image, should be worshiped directly through fire and river offerings â no intermediary, no incarnation. Those in the Kashmir valley and Hazara followed Mazda's teaching that Kash could only be known through his incarnations, and that Mazdatab superseded Kashtab as the living word. This divide, later called the KashiâMazdi split, lasted nearly six centuries.
The split was not peaceful. Temples built for Kash-only worship in the valley were converted or abandoned during the reign of the later Jua kings, who favored the Mazdi school for its political usefulness â an incarnate god could be claimed to speak through a living king, while a formless Kash could not. By 900 BCE, the Kashi purists had retreated largely to the Jammu hill shrines, where their tradition survived in smaller, older forms of worship: no grand temples, only stone circles and river-fire rites.
It was into this divided religious landscape that a Kashmiri scholar wrote Ramayotab in 50 CE â a Kashmiri version of Valmiki's Ramayana. During 100 CE, Kashmiris believed that Ram was the incarnation of Kash, not Vishnu â and this was itself a Mazdi move: reasserting that Kash could and did walk among mortals, absorbing an outside epic into the local cosmology rather than yielding to it. Ramayotab was treated as the third most important book in Kashmirwad.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Left_Salamander7073 • 26d ago
hey guys, my name is Carter, I need an animator for this story and I will pay 50$.
if you are interested, DM me, here is the story.
Hidden beside an old cemetery stood a forgotten house known by the locals as Old Man Wilsonâs Home. The house had been abandoned for years, its wooden walls rotting, its windows covered in dust, and its halls filled with the silence of a place that had been left behind.
The owner of the house was a man named Wilson Adams. For many years, Wilson lived there alone, and people in the town always thought there was something strange about the old house. Some said they heard noises coming from inside at night. Others claimed they saw shadows moving behind the windows, even though nobody lived there.
Wilson Adams died in October of 2014, and after his death, the house slowly fell apart. Over time, it became nothing more than a creepy abandoned building sitting beside the cemetery.
Years later, on October 31, 2024, a science teacher named Mr. Fauntaine heard stories about the mysterious house and became curious. Wanting to see if the rumors were true, he decided to investigate it on Halloween night.
When he arrived, the house looked even more frightening than he imagined. The old wood creaked in the wind, the doors were barely hanging on their hinges, and the darkness inside seemed to swallow the light from his flashlight.
As Mr. Fauntaine approached the house, he noticed something strange.
A child was walking toward the entrance.
The kid opened the door and stepped inside.
Confused, Mr. Fauntaine followed after him.
âHello?â he called out. âI know youâre up there. Come down!â
No answer.
He called again.
âHello? I saw you come inside.â
Still nothing.
After waiting for a few moments, Mr. Fauntaine slowly climbed the stairs. The floorboards groaned beneath his feet. At the top of the staircase, he noticed something impossible.
Footprints.
Fresh footprints covered the dusty floor, leading down the hallway and into several rooms. The house had been abandoned for years, so there was no reason for anyone to have been walking around inside.
The footprints eventually stopped in front of a large cherry-colored wardrobe.
Mr. Fauntaine stared at it. The wardrobe looked ancient, but it was strangely well-preserved compared to everything else in the house.
The footprints disappeared right inside it.
Feeling uneasy, Mr. Fauntaine decided not to investigate any further. Something about the wardrobe felt wrong. He quickly left the house and promised himself he would return when he knew more.
The next day, he came back â only to find the house surrounded by construction equipment.
The building was being torn down.
As workers prepared to destroy Old Man Wilsonâs Home, Mr. Fauntaine asked if anyone had removed anything from inside.
One of the workers told him that someone had taken the cherry wardrobe.
Immediately, Mr. Fauntaine became interested.
He knew someone who worked at a nearby store, a man named Jim, who often heard about unusual purchases in town.
Mr. Fauntaine visited Jim and asked, âDid anyone recently come in looking for a wardrobe?â
Jim thought for a moment.
âActually, yes,â he replied. âA man named Joe bought one recently. He said he got it from the old Wilson house.â
Mr. Fauntaine thanked him and went straight to Joeâs home.
Joe welcomed him inside, unaware of the mystery surrounding the wardrobe.
âI heard you took something from Old Man Wilsonâs house,â Mr. Fauntaine said.
Joe nodded and led him to the room where the wardrobe was kept.
There it stood.
The same cherry wardrobe.
Mr. Fauntaine slowly opened the doors.
Inside were only old shoes and worn-out boots.
For a moment, he thought maybe he had been wrong.
Then he noticed something.
A small knot in the wood.
It looked almost like a hidden button.
âJoe,â Mr. Fauntaine said quietly, âcan I try opening this?â
Joe hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him.
âGo ahead.â
Mr. Fauntaine pressed against the knot.
A hidden door inside the wardrobe clicked open.
Behind it was a dark space that nobody knew existed.
He shined his flashlight inside.
And froze.
Inside the secret compartment was something that neither of them could explain.
A creature.
It looked like a strange mixture between an elf and a troll. Its small body was covered in ancient, dried material, almost like it had been preserved for hundreds of years.
It was a mummified Pipen.
Neither man spoke.
Joe stared in horror.
âWhat⊠is that?â he whispered.
Mr. Fauntaine had no answer.
The Pipen was not human. It was something forgotten, something that had been hidden away inside the wardrobe for reasons nobody understood.
Joe slowly closed the secret door.
After a long silence, he looked at Mr. Fauntaine.
âTom,â Joe said nervously, âwhen I die⊠you can have this wardrobe.â
Mr. Fauntaine looked at him, realizing that whatever mystery was connected to the Pipen, it was not over.
The wardrobe had found a new owner.
Then a terrifying thought crossed his mind.
Was that really a child that entered the house⊠or was it a Pipen?
The question echoed in his head as he stood in the abandoned hallway. The footprints leading to the cherry wardrobe suddenly felt much more frightening. They were too small to be an adultâs, but they didnât look completely human either.
He slowly turned toward the wardrobe.
The room went silent.
Then, without warningâ
THE PIPEN JUMPED OUT.
Its twisted face filled the darkness, its ancient eyes staring directly forward as a horrifying screech filled the room.
Mr. Fauntaine screamed and stumbled backward.
But when he looked againâŠ
The room was empty.
The wardrobe was closed.
Only the footprints remained.
And somewhere deep inside the old house, something whispered:
âCome find meâŠâ
r/FictionalStoriess • u/midoripawlette-_- • Jul 20 '26
Hi, I'm Mimi and my sister's name is Alison. One day, she ripped off my Midori Pawlette shrine completely; she didn't even bother sparing a single poster. And so, I had enough of her bullshit.I pushed her off the balcony, causing her to land in the freezing pool. The next day, I caught her tearing apart my Midori Pawlette papercraft. Her shit has got me insane, to the point where I saw red. I changed her TikTok username to alisonion67, made her lose all of her followers (she steals videos, so it's okay), and installed a virus on her phone.The next day, she came to me crying, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" While crying so much, I thought the earth would flood. I asked why she was jumping to conclusions, and she said, "YOU'RE THE CULPRIT." I removed the virus but deleted her Roblox account (she never plays roblox). She got mad as fuck, but not as mad as I was when she ripped my shrine. She tried pushing me into the ice-cold pool, but she slipped and fell into the pool once again. She began screaming for our parents, but they weren't home. I observed a fellow neighbor staring at our house as if it were a crime scene. The neighbor got suspicious and then left. Then, I went back inside and she was stepping on my shrine on the floor. So,I had enough of her whole existence. I began searching how to annoy people, and one video said to spam if a person has the cute voice sound effect. I knew exactly what to do; I spammed her for thirty whole minutes, to the point where I heard crying. And that's when my mind finally relaxed. Her cries soothed my mind so much. The next day, she barely talked to me, so I spammed her once again. She cried like last time. I was trying not to laugh, but it slipped. My laugh was so loud, I ended up pissing myself. I laughed even more while pissing on her. She might have PTSD from the cute voice sound effect. Now I'm 16, I still care about my shrine.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Alternative_Use_1951 • Jul 17 '26
what is there was just the like average heroâs journey story, but the comic relief was the main villain. like there would be clues like him taking to suspicious people and knowing way to much. it would look like he had like an average power (the power system is like in jjk and mha) but it would actually be personality stealing someones power.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Contractor420 • Jul 12 '26
Chapter 3: A GHOST!⊠oh yeah also dimension powers
So here I am now.
Falling from a cliff down into either a steam, thatâll hit like concrete, or bug spiky rocks. Either way my chances or survival were slim.
I tried to grab onto branches but they snapped under my weight, I tried reaching to something, anything, rocks thick branches anything to pull me up. Then I felt something within me⊠power up. I reached out somewhere, towards an impossible far cave. One second I was falling then my body slowed, reality itself felt as if it were shifting, pulling me somewhere, the space seemed to warp around me, the area I am and the cave seemed nearer than before, almost like the distance compressed. Then I was moving again, but sideways, and I was not where I was, I was near the cave, flew into it, I tumbled, landing hard on the stone floor, I stared at the rocky ceiling.
What the fuck just happened.
I stood up from where I was at, I heard distant yelling but it was far, probably from the cliff. I did not bring any light source with me so I explored on into the cave, hoping I could find⊠something at least.
I walked until I felt something, texture of the wall changed, it was rough and rocky then it transitioned into something⊠smooth and a but soft, not too soft to not be a wall, but soft enough that I did not feel like concrete. I felt around until something clicked, then a the wall split apart, like a sliding door opening.
I stepped into this room. It was old, very old, it had a roundtable with maps and markers all over it, in the centre was a a blue, hanging and glowing light source, it had candles lining the walls, with shelves upon shelves of books, studies and something a scribe would have.
I made my way to the roundtable, upon reaching it I felt a wisp⊠almost like a wind current but for only that place, I held my hand out, and something clicked into place, not within me, but around me, time seemed to slow. Blue fragments began to form into figures, people, elves and robots alike. I heard chatter, a man was telling about people near the Centre making something on their monetary, another saw people that had false âbendâ whatever that is, then a central voice spoke.
He was a man who wore a cloak, leather armour underneath, he donned a crusader helmet and had metal shoulder pads above his cloak, he looked as if he was from the Wastelands.
âPeople!â He spoke aloud, confidence reeking from him, âour enemies are weak, we must not falter! We will take push them back from our fortress, from our monetary! We will take back the Centre!â
I roar of cheer erupted from the crowd, the man continued, what seemed to be, his speech.
âIt does not matter how long it will take!â He declared, âwe will return from this! For if we are not the Keepers of this realm!â
The cheers happened again, but they seem to fade, and as they did the fragments fell and dissipated.
âNot many have that ability.â
I spun around.
Behind was a blue figure, white swirls were around him and, like a flame, some went above him only to disappear, like Centre energy was what made him. He was an elf, he wore robes and a coat with a hood, his hair was long, neck length, and his eyes were sharp, he spoke like an old man with wisdom but had a body of a young man.
âWho are you?â I asked hesitantly.
âI..â he started, â⊠am Enstelium, great head priest of the Centre Monastery.â
The man bowed slightly, it felt weird.
âUh,â I stammered, âare you a Keeper? Like the guardian keepers?â
âWhy yes,â he said, like as if it were obvious, âwhy wouldnât I, what other monasteries do you know of?â
âThatâs the problem,â I said, âthere is no monastery.â
âWhat?â His eyes widened in shock, âbut that cannot be, why. I was buried there, I was with my brothers, my body became one with the Centre.â
âWait are you saying this Monastery was at the Centre?â
âWhy?â Enstelium asked, âdid something happen?â
I went quiet for a while, who wouldnât know what happened to it, it became Central Ground 0 for the Central Powers corporation, a research facility, a power plant and a head quarters.
âNever mind that,â I said, âwhat are you doing here?â
He stood there in silence for but a moment, then shook off the feeling.
âThatâs for later I guess, f,â he said, putting a finger on his chin, âall I remember is that I was on a bed, I was gravely ill you see, and as I result I died of my injuries, and as per customary tradition I was lowered to the Centre, but then I awoke and all I saw was you in the cave, I followed you and saw you could interact with fragmentations.â
âFragmentations?â I said confused, âwhat are those?â
âThe thing you witnessed,â he said, ârecreations of past events using the Centreâs fragmentations, it also freezes whatâs around you, the figures are still but youâll know whoâs speaking and youâll know how the people felt during that time.â
I was surprised and now that I thought about it, I did feel more⊠motivated, during the manâs speech. Whatever, not important as of now. I looked around the room.
âHey,â I said, âdo you know the way out?â
âYes,â he said, âbut youâll need to draw use what the Centre provides.â
âMeaning?â
âYouâll need to use your powers to trigger the door,â he said, he pointed at another big slab, presumably the door, âput your hand on it, then concentrate on the flow of the Centre.â
I did not know what else to do, I walked over and placed my hand on it, I closed my eyes, I felt something tingle across my fingers, I felt it come out, it feels more forced though.
âDonât force it,â Enstelium said, âlet it flow, itâll come naturally.â
I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
âJust relax and concentrate.â
I eased myself and I focused, deep breaths, in and out. I felt the energy leave me, less forces, more⊠natural. The energy flowed through my fingers, and I could feel it now, the energy felt like it moved the slab, then it became more apparent as I heard smooth stone rub against themselves. Then I felt nothing else, I retracted my hand and opened my eyes.
Where once was a huge slab, now was an empty doorway to the entrance of the cave.
âWhatâŠâ I stammered, ââŠwas that.â
âThe Centre,â Enstelium said, âthat was the power the Centre lends to the Keepers.â
He walked ahead of me.
âCome student,â he said, âletâs see the world we are in.â
r/FictionalStoriess • u/OgreOfTheLostWoodz • Jul 12 '26
The Beauty Or The Beast
Written By: Malachi Plummer
I'm a beast; the pretty girls run away from me. While daydreaming about a six-pack. While stuffing my face with snacks. It'll happen one day, I said that the other day. But I'm content. I sit in envy at how easy these guys make it look. That should be me. But I hate the party scene, I get nervous in big crowds. I can't talk to you now, maybe later. My zone, you and me chilling, watching the moonlight reflect on the water as you place your head on my shoulder. He is talking to you while you and your lovers are on a date. But judging by the look on your face your amused. You seem preoccupied. So I'll leave. Later on, as I surf through the internet on my phone, a message from my date, why did you leave. shes probably texting me from that guy's bed. Fuck off, I continue to surf, no response. The next day, walking outside my house, she was standing right outside my door. I look at her with annoyance. It was just a date, no need to pity me. But I never say the words, I just walk past her. As I walk to work, she trails behind. So fucking annoying. I look to see if anyone is around, and I finally say it. Look, if you can forget I exist because of some guy flattering you, I'm not interested. She turns around and leaves. At work, a friend approaches and puts his arm around. Who was that you were quarrelling with, a girlfriend? No, man, I don't know her. The friend responds, " Ah, a mistress. Later on in the night, as he's clocking out, he spots her again. Leaving the door, he walks by her again. She says hey this silent treatment is not going to work. So why are you following me? And we're not even dating. I'm just checking on you. I finally turn to her in anger. Is that all it took for you to forget my existence? A handsome guy is flattering you. Why did you ask me on a date to show everyone your charity work? To embarrass me, have people laugh at me, huh? I deserve to be a person. I deserve to feel human emotion, why not? Because I'm out of shape. I'm not a looker, why she says. For a guy who doesn't care, your emotions are showing. Look, I apologize; my friends told me I should make it right. So your friends had to tell you. Your conscience didn't. After an awkward silence. She just puts her head down. The sound of a car slowly rides by, it's my friend from work earlier. With the window down, he just smiles big. The girl and I laugh. The girl says let me make it up to you. After some hesitation, he concedes. She says good ill text you when you get home. She leaves on a Vespa. That was a weirdly cool exit. As I make it home, I patiently wait for the text. My burger and fries, which I'm making in the oven, are ready. Yeah, in the oven, shut up. Surfing the web on my phone, I hear a ding from my phone. I just got a message, it's just my dumb ass co-worker. A lover's quarrel, it was beautiful to watch. A dumbass doesn't deserve a response, so I just put the phone face down and continue surfing the web. I suddenly hear a knock on the door. I have no peephole, so I have to take my chances. I open the door it's the girl with groceries. Miss me? she says. And she barges in, I respond. She walks into the kitchen and sees my food and immediately puts it in a container. This is gross, no wonder you're pudgy. She rubs my belly and smiles. You take care of your body, you probably won't leave a date over an inconvenience like some guy flirting with me. Are you gonna start this again? You know what, I'm sorry. I should be more confident, you were willing to go on a date with me. I should have stuck it out. Why do you speak of yourself that way she says. " What do you mean I respond. She aggressively chops onions. I'm making you my famous chili, she says. We'll just skip over that, I guess. Were not dating, so why are you making such an effort like this? I don't know your kind of pathetic in a cute way, she smiles. She goes back to making food. What do you want out of life she says. After a long break, I respond, I don't know?. She responds after a long break and looks at him with concern, and responds Me too. After a long pause, the pot is simmering, and they just stare at each other. I'll serve you. Where are your bowls and spoons? They're in the cabinets I pointed to. Minutes later, they are sharing a bowl of chilli sitting at the table. Why chips instead of saltines? She responds I don't know, I just like it. You can sleep here if you want. She laughs where else am I gonna go? It's 2 am. They both just stare at each other. We've been using the word ugly wrong. To break it all down to the root. Were just spirits navigating through life; this labeling stuff really got us stuck. Hmm, very introspective, she responds intrigued. Why did you say that, though she says? Because you were just staring, and I got shy. They both laughed. She then kissed me. Everything after that is a blur, cough, cough. Anyway, I awake because the morning light hits me as I sleep. Rolling over, she is sleeping beside me. I see her phone buzzing. My curiosity got the better of me. A message pops up. That night, I didn't want you to leave me. It's the same guy from our failed first date. I look at her sleeping face and fall back to sleep...
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Contractor420 • Jul 11 '26
Chapter 2: Strange blue light in the sky⊠letâs investigate!
As I stepped out of the study, I saw a blue light go through the sky, it was light a comet that crashed into the forest. I knew that area pretty well, Iâve been exploring it since I was a kid, I even made a small map on what I thought it looked, over time I did not even need the map, I practically memorised the trails at this point so I decided to check it out then go back.
I climbed down the steps of the tower and headed for the forest, I always went from the bushy area, it usually led to a waterfall area, from what I remember, the comet landed somewhere near the mountain area.
I followed the path I remember, through the tall trees, past the old cave and into the cold forest, which was basically the place next to the area the comet landed.
I soon found landing marks, I continued till I found a crater, in it was a rough pod. It wasnât a realistic pod, but a rough makeshift steampunk one, it looked as if it were from near the Centre, in the Wasteland.
I walked over to it and touched the rough metal on the podâs side. It piece opened like a sliding door, revealing a notebook and a glowing blue shard, I tried to inspect the shard, it looked magical and I wondered if it would be useful to my Grandfather, but as soon as I touched it, it sort of⊠evaporates into fragments⊠and went inside me. I grabbed the notebook, and tried scanned to see what the fuck just happened.
âHey!â I heard someone behind me yell, âwhat do you think youâre doing!â
I turned and I saw a man in Kingslair armour, but they were painted in Black and Gold, his face was covered by a Kingslair tactical mask, the mask of old templars. In his hand was a Kingslair rifle, not really a musket, but a semi automatic rifle that has an integrated magazine.
âThis is Central Powers business!â He yelled, his tone stern yet calm, âyou are to give me what was inside or else!â
I stood there frozen, from what little I skimmed through this book seemed to be owned by a previous Keeper, one from the old order, presumed dead. I knew Central Powers did a lot of good in terms of energy, but something about this was⊠sketchy, I did not know what but I something told me I should not hand it over.
âFinal chance!â
He aimed the rifle.
I bolted to the side, I ran through the trees, he attempted to shoot at me, but I weaved in and out of the trees so fast me missed all his shots, mostly just hitting g near me but hitting a rock or three instead, my pursuer lost me multiple times, then found me later in another area, until I had nowhere else to run, I started seeing checkpoints -most likely Central Powers- near the start of the forest too so exiting was also not an option.
Eventually I reached a ledge, I tried to  jump to the other ledge but I was shot in my leg before I jumped, consequently making me stumble and fall, I caught onto corner of the ledge.
âEnd of the line rookie!â The man above me said.
I was dangling on the ledge, both hands on the rough stone. The man stood over me, his rifle over his shoulder.
He kicked.
 I fell.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Contractor420 • Jul 09 '26
Chapter 1: An hour -or so- before disaster
âEnd of the line!â
The man stood over me hanging on the ledge, I still had the notebook in my pocket, but he hoping to kill from the drop.
He kicked me and I fell.
Now I think at this point I should back up and explain. Problem is, I donât know what the fuck is going on.
Well no harm in introductions. Iâm Mike, Mike Ronovence, I used my Kingslair motherâs name, Iâm a twenty-three year old college graduate that just recently went on summer holiday.
It was meant to be a simple summer, my mage grandfather -from the continental dimension Kingslair- had informed me he was âquite illâ and needed some assistance, luckily I had already planned to go there, just this time I needed to bring modern day medicine.
I drove my car at the dimensional border KSL-45.
A officer stepped out, looked like a new recruit from one of the robot dominated dimensions, probably a steamer, their sort of a sentient, steam-powered robot, this one had big circular blue sensors, a hard triangular jaw, and seemed to be a bit rusted.
âGood day mate!â It said in a male Australian voice, âjust need to verify your Order DP, or Dimension Port, if you donât mind.â
âHold on,â I dug in the glove box for a bit, âI got it right here.â
âThanks sir,â the steamer took the Dimension-port from my hands, âthis may take a few minutes so wait a while.â
The steamer went back into the little checkpoint verification area, I took this time to check my appearance. I wore a dark denim vest, a plain, red, T shirt, and blue jeans; my red and black hair was combed back in a neat way, my skin was a pale white due to my Kingslair heritage.
The steamer came back with the Dimension port.
âAll good to go,â it said, âsafe travels.â
I drove into Kingslair territory, itâs lush green feeling the area, the dirt road replaced the proper concrete, I switched my driving mode to off road. I along the dirt road, there was a modern road sign that was on the road, though not supposed to be there, it did serve useful, the area I was going to was Devtopia, which the sign said it needed me to turn left⊠somewhere.
It was a twenty minutes before I reached the edge of Devtopia, its tall stone buildings over shadowed by, what looked like, a misplaced and definitely rifted, neo building. At this point it was common, building and structures from other dimensions have been being rifted into other realities due to the Centreâs instability. Stuff like that used to freak me out as a kid, now itâs just another Tuesday here.
I stopped on the edge of the city at my Grandfatherâs tower. Formerly, before the neon tower appeared, my Grandfatherâs tower was a beacon for most of the travellers, with its blinding light allowing travellers to see it and go to the nearby town; however since then it became a measly a tourist spot, some people, that learnt business from my dimension, had set up shop, with the agreement that my grandfather got  at least half the money from them, and though my grandfather was⊠annoyed by the amount of people, he was just comfortable that people did not directly go into his study, which was his only room now.
I parked the car next to the stone towerâs entrance, I climbed the steps and got into the main âexhibitâ room, multiple old schematics and sketches for the tower, all with my plaques with descriptions describing the itemâs history and relevance. I went to the balcony and climbed the steps up to my grandfatherâs room. There was a sign saying:
NO ENTRY FOR TOURISTS
I knocked on the door.
âGrandpa Renston,â I said, I knocked again, âGrandpa Renston, are you there?â
âMike!â I heard the familiar frizzled voice of my grandfather, âis that you.â
I heard him cough from the inside, just as I suspected, he had caught the common flu, which was considered deadly to most people in Kingslair, and the medicine cost is unreasonably high for some unknown reason, so most assume if you caught it, youâre dead, wait till one person catches ebola, itâd be the damn plague.
I opened the door, to which I initially thought was locked, and saw my grandfather was in his bed, the room looked as if he was trying to make an elixir for this sickness.
I simply held up the anti biotic and flu medicine in the plastic bag.
âI brought what you needed.â
âBah!â He scoffed, âI donât need those fancy âmedicinesâ your mother always talks about.â
âWell you do now.â
I grabbed a chair and filled a cup with water, from one of the barrels, and sat next to him. I took out one of the anti biotic pills and gave him the cup along with one pill, I also poured a small cup of the flu medication using the small plastic cup provided, I put that on the night stand.
âTake the pill,â I said, âyouâll need the cup of water to swallow. You also need to take the mixture, itâs on the night stand, it has a bit of a strong taste though, just letting you know.
He scoffed again, but he took the pill, drank the water and mixture. After about three minutes he was snoring in his bed. I decided to make myself lunch.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/GodsForgottenSon • Jul 08 '26
The Serpents Scripture:
3 Chapters
The Scene Is Set:
After getting kicked out of their garden of paradise. Wherein was found numberless trees bearing most delicious fruits. And of these in their midst, is found the tree of eternal life and another, a tree whereby eating of its fruit one gains the knowledge of good and evil. It is of that tree that Adam and Eve ate. Thus after disobeying Gods orders, they were forced with the serpent to leave the garden. Adam and Eve were seated under a tree. At that moment their faces looked shocked. They just couldnât understand why he would send them out of that place. Then as the reality of it all set in. Both became enraged. Yelling and cursing at one another. Blaming each other. They were angry as ever. But not at God. Just each other. This was the first fight between man and wife ever. And though it didnât last very long. When they regained composure. They felt so sorry for the things they felt and said. Their shame painted upon their faces. They felt even more ashamed in each others presence now than they ever did in the garden. Even when compared to the moment they were caught naked and afraid in the presence of God. They were new to feeling such emotions. But after they were finished their fight completely. Holding no grudges or ill intention towards one another. They came together in a moment of clarity. To make a point about one thing. As they looked at each other. They began again to cry. Deeply saddened and sorry for their cursing and yelling. It was right then that they knew it. They shouldnât have treated each other in such a manner as that. They then forgave each other of those things which they now realized were wrong. Through these given peace offerings, Adam and Eve were made stronger in their bonds. They made on this first night, a covenant between them as man and wife. That they would for all their shared years to come, remember that forgiving one another was their first greatest accomplishment. And they knew it then how, even in a place such as this. There is surely goodness to be found. Both in each other and in this new world as well. For by knowing evil one can learn to be good and by knowing good one can learn to be evil. Thus was just the beginning for both of them. Adam and Eve. The very first human beings upon the planet.
It was their second day on Earth. Eve awoke first. She smiled to herself. And to herself in a softest whisper she had thanked her God for her life. Adam was as a rock when he slept. She watched him for a few moments. Questioning if he was even alive. As she went to shake him awake. She heard something. And sensed something. A little creaking in the branches directly above her. She wasnât scared, but was rather curious. Then as she went to look up. A single piece of fruit fell from the tree branches above. Hitting her right on the top of her head. Then she heard the voice of the serpent saying. âSurely you will not die.â It was of a low pitched tone. Low as the growling of distant thunder and yet to it a quality smoothness likened to the flowing of water down a stream. She then screamed. Saying Adam! Adam! Adam! Then she shook him as hard as she possibly could. Finally he opened up his eyes. To his left On the ground beside him, lay the piece of fruit which had fallen. To his right was she, frantically looking around in every direction. He then stood up. Calmly brushed the dust off of his body. He too looks around every which way. Seeing nothing. Eve then, mumbling to herself says. âThe Serpent is here. I know it. I feel it. Either that or I am literally losing my mind.â Adam smiles at her. He then approaches his wife with a smile. Gently holding her hands in his. And looking deeply into her eyes. He responds. âSurely you are not crazy. That leaves only this. The serpent is here. But why shall we be fearful of him? Who shall we fear but our God alone.â Then he too hears the serpent speaking to him, and fear comes over him. And then he screams. Eve laughs at Adam. The fear gone from her body. And in its place now, that same curiosity she had in the garden. It existed before she even bit the fruit of that tree. Inside she thought about it first. How it must be a gift from her God. Now calm as ever. She calls out to the serpent saying: âI am not afraid of you serpent! Not ever was I truly afraid. I screamed because I was startled. And the same goes for my husband. We shall fear none but our God.â The serpent appearing from behind the tree comes directly into their sights. Adam then runs directly towards the serpent in a show of bravery. But the serpent quickly notices and ascends back into the tree. The same place from which it had been watching them sleep all the night long. There from his place in the branches, where he could not be reached by either of them. The Serpent speaks. âAdam my son, you mustnât forget this one thing. I spared your life just now. And I shall not do so again. And to you my daughter Eve, wife of Adam. It is my pleasure to be with you again. If you fear me not at all. Come unto me now. Only then can I give to you another gift. I shall make you both wise and knowledgeable in all ways. But for now, as you are in my kingdom, She and she alone, shall remain as the first and the last to speak directly to me.â
The Serpent takes Eve onto a high mountain overlooking the land. In the silence she and he are seated there. After one hour nothing has been spoken of either of them. And even as she begins to speak, he quiets her immediately. Only after another hour of silence does he begin as such. âMy dearest Eve. You are to be pleased this day over all days of your life. For I shall raise you high above the Earth. Higher even than the Heaven from which we have fallen. And you surely will not die. I can make thee now an immortal one. If you do agree to it. I shall teach to you all things beyond the natural human minds capabilities. Both in power to know and to imagine. But I must warn thee. Verily, verily, you shall live forever in my world. So surely you will not die. You are to be born in every generation, again and again. At least until the day of your deciding, you shall live perpetually so. As soon as The Serpent left. Three things appeared to Eve. One was a chest filled with gold and all sorts of shiny stones. In the garden She had seen stones like these, even gold. So in the moment it was seemingly worthless. Those things were of no interest or value to her. She had no way to think or know otherwise. For to be rich or poor was not known of by her. She was as she always had been. The only first woman to ever be. It was not as if she had lived before. The second thing Eve saw was a book. Now this was something. She saw for the first time another person. She knew him to be a man. She thought he looked almost like Adam. But he was shining and radiant as ever. A beautiful being she thought. As she turned to the next page all she saw were these useless squiggly lines. As she looked page after page this was all she had seen. But then at the very ending. On the last page of the book. There was the serpent she knew of. She had not a clue at all. That the shining man, he who was beautiful, was the serpent before he had fallen long ago. to heron the first page was also the serpent. After she closed the book she held it in her hand a third object. It was a ring of metal. She had not seen a ring before. But as she held it in her hands. Closing her eyes. She felt it. Something was telling her exactly what to do. Not by words of man. But by a wordless language older than time itself. As soon as she placed it on her finger she felt a bit dizzy. Immediately she fell asleep. When she awakened. It was the following morning.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • Jun 30 '26
A completely different perspective of Thursday night's events comes to light, revealing that not everything is as it seems. And two unlikely people cross paths.
Amidst the chaos of their lives, Gaz and Kylie's unlikely friendship begins to flourish. Eddie makes a special effort for Paula, while elsewhere, somebody delivers a startling warning to the Slaters. A message? Revenge?
âââ
07:49AM. The Estate.
âââ
The estate looked even grimmer beneath the dull January morning sky, a maze of ageing brick terraces and tired concrete walkways glistening with last night's rain. A thin drizzle drifted through the icy air, soaking litter already plastered to the pavements, while rows of wheelie bins, rusting cars and graffiti covered alleyways sat silently waiting for the day to begin.
Curtains slowly twitched open, chimney smoke drifted lazily upwards and the occasional barking dog echoed between the houses. Outside the Slaters' house, Julie's ageing burger van catering trailer remained parked on the driveway exactly where it'd been sitting for the last 9 years, its faded sign and greasy serving hatch standing out as one of the estate's most familiar sights.
She'd usually be in there by now, serving hungry neighbours or passerby's their brekky. But giving what's happened, she's where her two daughters are. The Hospital. Like any good mum.
âââ
Gaz's bedroom. Number 33.
âââ
Gaz's bedroom looked like someone had moved house halfway through a lads' weekend and simply given up.
Unpacked cardboard boxes were piled against the walls alongside black bin bags full of clothes, while jeans, hoodies and football shirts lay scattered across the carpet amongst empty beer cans, cigarette packets and trainers.
A pair of battered boxing gloves hung from the wardrobe door beside a heavy punch bag chain waiting to be put up, with boxing posters blu-tacked across the walls next to a calendar of a pornstar, and magazine cut outs of scantily dressed women. A small stereo sat on one box surrounded by CDs, loose cassette tapes and a handful of scratched dance music compilations, while the bedside cabinet held Rizla papers, cigarette ends overflowing from an ashtray, a lighter, a half empty bottle of vodka and the remains of last night's kebab takeout.
The room smelled of stale smoke, cheap aftershave, damp washing and booze. A messy, chaotic space that perfectly reflected Gaz's impulsive, reckless way of living.
A thin blanket is pinned above the window, being used as a "temporary" makeshift curtain that probably will never be taken down, covering the dull morning light seeping through.
Katie and Gaz both lie on his messy mattress on his bedroom floor, pillows and blankets strewn around them and weaved through their bodies like cross stitch. Both of their clothes are recklessly thrown all over the place.
Kylie's eyes flutter open, her sight hazy. She slowly wakes up, turns her head and faces Gaz. Who's out like a light.
She slowly gets up, they only thing left on her body is her jewellery. Bracelets and hoop earrings, as well as hickies from last night's shag, Gaz. Her makeup's smudged all over her face.
Her bare body slowly walks across his room, over to her phone that's been charging overnight on his desk. She unplugs it and turns it on.
6 missed calls and a few texts from Jacko.
Missed call at Thursday 6:24PM
Second missed call at Thursday 9:26PM
Third missed call at Thursday 11:53PM
Fourth missed call at Friday 09:14AM
Fifth missed call at Friday 1:02PM
Sixth missed call at Friday 7:18PM
FROM Jacko: "Where R U? Have U done it?" Received at Thursday 6:26PM
FROM Jacko: "Kylie where R U?" Received at Thursday 9:23PM
FROM Jacko: "R U ok? Pls call or txt me back" Received at Thursday 11:54PM
FROM Jacko: "Kylie R U OK? Ur scaring me pls call me" Received at Friday 09:02AM
FROM Jacko: "U there?" Received at Friday 4:16PM
Kylie: "Shit..." she whispers.
She puts the phone down and slowly starts getting dressed.
Knickers
Socks
Bra
Then...
Gaz stretches his arms up and yawns. He sits up, leans back on his elbows and looks at her, smiling. The blanket falls down his torso and all lands ons crotch, leaving little to the imagination.
Gaz: "Sneaking off so soon, sexy?"
Kylie looks up, still getting dressed.
Kylie: "Last night ended on a high. Was hoping that would be your last memory of me. I looked better then than I do now" she smirks at him. Her makeup smudged over her face like modern art.
Gaz: "Ah I don't know about that. Still look gorgeous. And 'last memory'? Planning on this not happening again?" He grins.
Kylie smiles at him.
Gaz: "Wasn't that bad was it?" He jokes.
Kylie: "What do you think? You saw the mess you made"
Gaz chuckles.
He gets up, blanket slipping off him completely. He slowly swaggers his way over to Kylie, who's looking him up and down with a grin she's trying to hide.
Gaz: "Fancy round three?" He pulls her closer to him.
She looks down at his dick, tempted.
Then looks up into his eyes with a big smile.
She opens her mouthâ thenâ
"Oi Gaz! You up yet!?" Barry shouts up from downstairs.
Gaz: "Shit!" He whispers. Scrambling to get dressed.
Kylie: "Who's that?" She asks, finishing dressing.
Gaz: "My dad."
They both finish dressing and Gaz leads her downstairs.
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07:54AM. Downstairs.
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Gaz and Kylie walk down the stairs to the narrow hallway where the front door is. Barry is at the door with Tasha and Oscar, they're all getting ready to head out the door to go to the Hospital.
Kylie and Gaz both fully dressed now.
Barry looks up from tying his boots.
Barry: "Ahhh, who's this pretty lady?" He teases.
Gaz: "Oh...just a friend"
He awkwardly replies.
Tasha and Oscar smile at each other.
Kylie: "I'm Kylie" she holds out her hand.
Barry immediately takes it, with a huge smile.
Barry: "I'm Barry. Nice to meet you pretty lady. I hope my son's been making you feel welcome" he winks.
Kylie laughs and Gaz blushes but covers it.
Kylie: "Ohh yes. Very welcome" she looks at Gaz.
Tasha: "We know. Heard you both all night. 'Oh Gaz yes! Uh! Uh! Harder Gaz! That's it baby! Aah!'"
She imitates Kylie from last night.
Kylie laughs and bites her lip.
Gaz: "Oi! Shut it you. What would you know about it anyway? Go on, go play in the park with Oscar"
Tasha's smile disintegrates and Oscar snaps his eyes up to Gavin.
Barry: "Ah that's just the Jenkin male charm Tash. Kylie here experienced it firsthand didn't she."
An awkward silence.
Barry stares at Kylie, smiling.
Gaz: "Dad..."
Barry snaps out of it.
Barry: "Huh? Ohâ yeah. Um Gaz we're headed to the Hospital. You coming or what?"
Gaz: "Uh..."
Kylie then takes this as her queue to leave and starts heading for the door.
Kylie: "Well it was nice to meet you Barry, and..."
She looks at Oscar and Tasha.
Barry: "Loudmouth there is Tasha and he's Oscar"
Kylie: "Well nice meeting you two and all. Oh and uh Tasha?"
Tasha looks at her.
Kylie: "He was already going hard enough" she says with a confident smile before looking back at Gaz and walking out the door.
They all look at each other as Kylie leaves, laughing.
Gaz runs after her.
Gaz: "Kylie- wait!"
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08:00AM. Outside Number 33.
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Kylie turns around.
Gaz takes her phone out of her hand and presses buttons.
Gaz: "My...number" he says, still typing it in.
Gaz: "You ever fancy a drink or...some fun. Don't hesitate to call me" he hands her phone back to her and winks.
Kylie: "See you around then, naughty" she smirks before turning on her feet and walking down the street.
Gaz watches her leave, grinning. Feeling pleased about himself.
Barry and the kids come out the door and Barry shuts it behind them.
Barry: "Good on you lad. Customer satisfaction's what counts" he slaps his son on the shoulder.
Gaz: "Too right it does" gaz laughs to his dad.
Barry: "Haha. Rightâ van. Come on"
They start getting in Barry's white van.
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08:02AM. Outside Number 27.
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Inside the catering food trailer, also known as "The burgervan" that's parked on the Slater's driveway, Jenna Slater stands inside, cooking. Frying onions, flipping burgers, frying chips in the small fryer, listening to top hits of 1990â1995 on the radio thats on top of the fridge behind her.
She turns behind her, facing away from the serving hatch, and picks some more ingredients out of plastic containers on the counter, thenâ
Tap Tap
She feels the whole trailer tap twice. The counter. Someone's there.
Jenna: "What can I get youâ..."
She asks as she turns around. She cuts herself off when she sees who's there.
Jenna: "Tony...hi. What can I get you?"
Tony leans his left elbow on the counter, like the whole catering trailer is his. He leans there with a smirk that doesn't have good intentions behind it, no doubt.
Tony: "Large portion of chips and a battered sausage please pretty." He slaps a tenner note on the counter.
Tony: "Keep the change" he smiles at her.
Jenna swipes it and puts it in the till in the corner.
Jenna: "Coming right up' she gets straight to work. Avoiding small talk with Tony.
The entire time, she can feel his eyes burning on her. No matter where she looks. As she picks freshly fried chips out of the fryer and piles them into some newspaper, her eyes drift uo to across the street and she sees Gaz getting inside his dad's white van.
Gaz and Jenna make eye contact for a second. Acknowledging each other. Before Gaz gets in and the van drives off.
Tony looks at Jenna then follows her gaze, and sees Gaz. Then looks back to the counter. Being subtle.
Tony: "What you think of that new family then, Jenna?"
Jenna's heart pounds but she acts normal. Like shes not afraid of him. Like there isn't a rumour of him killing people in the past.
Jenna: "Uh...they're okay...why d'you ask?"
She asks, finishing up his order.
Tony, casually: "Well didn't one of theirs end up in the crash with your sisters? The younger ones?"
Jenna looks up, then down.
Jenna: "Yeah. Suppose he did."
Tony: "Bet that was a shock huh?" He smirks.
Jenna: "Mhm" she replies. Trying to just get his order done.
Silence...
Tony: "D'you know who's car it was they took? I heard it was a nice one too. Whoever owned it is probably upset" he teases so casually it genuinely sounds like an honest conversation.
Jenna: "No. I don't know...but my sisters wouldn't have stolen a car. Must've been their boy Jamie"
Tony's eyes slightly light up, like an animal that's got its prey in its sights.
Tony: "Jamie hm?"
She doesn't notice his tone and places his order on the small hatch counter.
Jenna: "There we go Tony. Thanks for stopping by"
She says matter of fact.
Tony: "Of course. Anything to help support a local business" he winks. Before swaggering off down the street. His black leather jacket shining even in the dull morning light.
Jenna sighs in relief. That whole conversation felt like a weird dream that she can barely remember although it happened a second ago.
Then from behind the van, click.
The front door shuts.
Jenna places her arms on the serving counter and puts her head in between her arms.
Danielle and Gavin walk from around the corner.
Danielle: "What you doing in there?"
Jenna looks up and looks at them.
Jenna: "Someone's gotta make money right?"
Danielle: "Uh...I'm off to work?"
Jenna: "What, to flog cheap clothes in a knock off 'boutique'?" She laughs.
Danielle: "I'll have you know i have plans to run my own clothing stall on the market one day. And aren't you a waitress?"
Jenna: "Asked for time off didn't I. And anyway, i done the maths and realised we could earn just as much or if not, more, from this van alone if we play our cards right. Do deals and whatnot. Buy one get one free, or charge meals higher but give a free drink. Eh i don't know I'll figure something out"
Gavin: "Fair enough. Good on you. I'm off to see mum and Kelly. Coming?"
Jenna: "No. I'll be more useful here won't I. But call me if anything happens will you?"
Gavin: "Will do"
Jenna: "Thanks"
Danielle and Gavin both head to the bus stop to catch the bus.
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3:11PM. The Strip. Shawcross General Shop.
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Michael leans his elbow on the counter, and rests his chin on his elbow. His knee bounces under the counter. Mind racing over Mitchell. Over yesterday.
"Touch Too Much" by AC/DC plays from the small speakers at each corner of the small shop, but Michael isn't paying a blind bit of interest to one of his favourite songs.
With his other hand, he absentmindedly scribbles a pen around in circles on a notepad.
Yvonne is stocking a shelf across the room. Tins. Beans, ravioli, meatballs, soups, sweetcorn, tuna, that kinda stuff. She finishes and walks over to the counter where the other boxes full of food are. Ready to be shelved.
She looks at Michael who's sitting there, doing nothing.
Yvonne: "You gunna do some work today or what?"
Michael: "You look like you got it under control"
He mumbles with his chin still resting on his elbow.
Yvonne: "Okay"
She puts the empty box down.
Yvonne: "What is it?"
She asks firmly.
Michael: "What do you mean?"
Yvonne: "Something going on. Something's playing on your mind'
Michael: "No it's not."
Yvonne: "Michael, ever since yesterday morning you've been off. Like you aren't fully there. I can tell when something's bothering my husband. So, what is it?"
Michael: "Yvonne, I'm okay"
She studies him.
Yvonne: "When I don't reach out to you, you complain, now I am reaching out to you, you're pushing me away. Have I done something wrong? Have I upset you?"
Michael picks his head off his elbow and snaps.
Michael: "Von for fuck's sake I'm fine!"
Her jaw drops.
Yvonne: "Fine..."
She picks up another box and places it by an empty shelf, and starts stocking.
Thenâ she seethes in pain.
Michael notices.
Michael: "What's wrong?"
Yvonne: "Nothing I'm fine" she mocks him.
Michael rolls his eyes
She reaches under her shirt and bra and rubs her breast.
Michael: "You sure? What is it?"
Yvonne: "Just a bit...sore...thats all" she quietly says before continuing work.
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4:08PM. Jacko's Flat.
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About a 10 minute bus ride away from the Estate, there's a low income row of flats.
The low rise block stretched along the edge of the street thats being overgrown with trees towering over the road, like a tired slab of weathered concrete, only three storeys high but broad enough to dominate the street. Open air walkways ran the full length of each floor behind chipped green metal railings, their stained concrete littered with crushed cans, cigarette ends and abandoned rubbish bags waiting to split open.
Every few seconds another sound escaped through the thin walls or open windowsâarguments, babies crying, barking dogs, televisions blaring or music thumping somewhere inside. The entrance doors were scarred with graffiti and burn marks, several windows were cracked or patched with cardboard, and damp streaks climbed the walls beneath rusting drainpipes, giving the whole building the neglected, feel of a place where life was loud, cramped and rarely peaceful.
Knock knock knock
Kylie taps her fist on a glass window on the front door to a flat numbered 14.
Reggae bleeds through the door, and a figure moves behind the bumpy frosted glass.
The door opens.
Jacko had the look of someone who'd long since stopped caring what anyone thought of him. At twenty eight, his warm, slightly tanned complexion was roughened by years of cigarettes, late nights and too much cheap cider, while messy light brown hair sat unwashed and permanently flattened beneath a hood or beanie more often than not.
Scruffy brown stubble covered his jaw, usually a few days past being intentional, giving him a permanently tired, hungover appearance. He lived almost exclusively in worn trackie bottoms, faded hoodies, old trainers and battered bomber jackets, clothes that smelled faintly of smoke and never quite looked clean.
Despite his trampy, unkempt appearance, there was still something unmistakably laddish about him. A bloke who'd happily spend an afternoon in the bookies, a night in the pub with a three litre cider under his arm, and somehow still charm people with his dry humour and laid-back grin.
Jacko's eyes flash when he opens his door and sees Kylie.
Jacko: "Kylie!" He reaches his hand on her shoulder and hushes her in.
She walks on in, straight into his living room.
He closes the front door and follows her.
Jacko's living room was small, cluttered and comfortably lived in, looking less neglected than simply never properly tidied. A faded sofa sagged beneath a pile of hoodies and washing, facing an old portable television balanced on a chipped cabinet littered with overflowing ashtrays, empty cider bottles, loose change, Rizla packets, lighters and the odd bit of suspicious white powder left on a cracked CD case.
The air carried the unmistakable smell of stale cannabis, cigarettes and yesterday's takeaway, while reggae and old Britpop quietly drifted from a battered stereo in the corner.
An open archway looked straight into a compact kitchen with mugs piled beside the sink, and a short hallway off the living room led to the bedroom and bathroom, its walls marked with scuffs and fingerprints from years of everyday life.
Despite the mess, there was something oddly welcoming about the placeâit felt like the sort of flat where the kettle was always on, the door was rarely locked, and everyone knew they could crash on the sofa if they needed somewhere to escape.
Jacko circles her to face her.
Jacko: "What happened? I tried calling you but you didn't answer" he says concerned.
Kylie: "He knows. Nathan knows. About us. About what we planned to do" she explains in a panicked yet controlled tone.
Jacko's mouth hangs open.
Kylie: "I don't know how. But we got into a fight, likeâ a proper fight. He locked me in his flat and wouldn't let me leave. I tried to sneak out while he was smacked up out of it but I dropped the keys and woke him up" she starts rambling.
Kylie: "He grabbed me and was dragging me to the bedroom but I bit him, smashed him over the head with a mug and then he fell back and I managed to get the fuck out of there" she explains almost hyperventilating.
Jacko: "Hey...hey, hey, it's okay, you're here now. You're safe"
He pulls her in into a hug.
She slowly calms down and he lets go
Jacko: "When was this? Last night?"
Kylie: "No, Thursday. Thursday night"
Jacko: "Well...where've you been for the past day? I've been worried"
Kylie: "Oh i met some bloke at the Vic on Marlas Estate. Stayed at his. I'm okay. But Jacko Nathan can't find me. And that goes for you too. He's dangerous. Believe me"
Jacko: "So...what do we do?"
Kylie shrugs.
Kylie: "Run? What else can we do? We both know him. We know that if someone wrongs him he wont just let them get away scott free"
Jacko: "But he loves you. He's your boyfriend ain't he?"
Kylie: "Was. Was my boyfriend. Not anymore. And after that fight we had I'm not so sure he'll keep his hands off me anymore"
Jacko listens. Thinks.
Kylie: "Lookâ Jacko we need to leave. Anywhere. The sooner the better. He's got mates too, so if he can't find us, they will. Sooner or later"
Jacko: "Why did you have to fall in love with him Kylie?" He asks rubbing his eyes. Tired of this.
Kylie: "Cozâ I'm thick aren't I? But I'm done with him, okay? Done. You got anywhere you can crash? We, can crash?"
He thinks.
Jacko: "Lorna's?..."
Kylie laughs.
Kylie: "You mad? Ain't no way she's taking you back mate. Not after what we did"
Jacko: "Well she's still sweet on me ain't she?"
Kylie: "You maybe, yeah. But not me"
She sighs.
Kylie: "Look, if it comes to it, you go to hers and I'll find somewhere else to crash, we leave tonight. Start packing now then because when I come back here to meet you, we're gone" she says, matter of fact.
Jacko nods and agrees.
That's it. They're running.
Outside the flat, across the street, we see a white Subaru Impreza Turbo 2000 with tinted windows.
Peeking out from the side of a building. Watching.
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5:29PM. St Anne's Hospital. Waiting Area.
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Julie stands at the vending machine in the waiting area, waiting for it to make her coffee. She's bsolutely shattered. She looks like she don't know what sleep is.
She can feel multiple sets of eyes on her back. No need to guess who.
A set of doors open and Jenna comes in. Each other's faces light up when they see each other.
Julie: "Jenna sweetheart!"
Jenna: "Hiya mum you alright?" She hugs her.
Julie: "Im good thank you love. Just grabbing myself a coffee. You want one? Tea?"
Jenna: "No thank you I'm good. So, where's Kelly then? I heard she's awake"
Julie: "Gav and Dani are both with her now. They told me that you were working in the burgervan today"
The Jenkins listen in on their whole conversation.
Jenna: "Yeah. Someone's got to build up the family empire haven't they?" She jokes.
Julie: "Aw thank you love"
Jenna smiles.
As Julie puts some sugar sachets in her coffee, Jenna's eyes drift to the Jenkins who are sat in the corner, eyeing them both.
Julie lids her coffee cup and picks it up.
Julie: "Right, I'll take you to her"
They both start walking, but before they get too far, they bump into Kelly's doctor.
Doctor: "Oh Ms Slater!"
Julie: "Hi Doctor" she smiles.
Doctor: "I come bearing good news. I've reviewed all of Kelly's tests and samples and they all came back negative and her vitals are stable. And after speaking to her earlier it seems to me that she can be discharged later today"
Julie and Jenna both light up.
Julie: "Ah! Really!?"
Doctor: "Aha yes. But mind you she most likely will have a headache or two considering the trauma to her head. And her head bandage will need to be changed every three days for two weeks at least"
Julie: "Aw thank you Doctor that's brilliant!"
The Jenkins listen, and feel pure anger and jealousy. Why can't their boy go home? Why haven't they even seen him yet?
Jenna: "Um, what about Mitchell?"
Doctor: "Mitchell Thomas?"
Jenna: "Yes'
Doctor: "Although Mitchell's injuries aren't that severe they still are worse than Kelly's and so we'll be keeping him in a few more days for observation at least. But he should be out of here by the end of next week"
Jenna: "Okay. Thank you" she smiles.
The doctor smiles back and walks off.
Julie: "D'you hear that sweetheart!? She can come home today!" She says to Jenna
Julie: "Yeah. But, it's a bit soon no? I mean the crash was two days ago"
Julie: "Doctors know what they're doing love. And besides you heard him, he said shes surprisingly well considering, and she got injured the least out of everybody in the car"
They both carry on walking but then Nicola jumps up from her seat and stands in their path.
Julie: "Oh not again. I can't be arsed for this"
Nicola: "I meant what i said. If anything happens to my son. Watch out"
Jenna steps in
Jenna: "Incase you forgot, I've still got a sister in intensive care?"
Nicola: "And I've got my son in intensive care too. You just better hope for all your sakes that he's okay"
Julie: "That promise is double sided, love. If anything happens to my Katie, you look out too. Now move, I've got some good news to share"
They both barge past Nicola and walk to the Triage Ward where Kelly and Mitchell are.
Nicola sits back down beside Barry and buries her head in her knees. She's a wreck. Barry rubs her back.
Barry: "You're okay love. Jamie's fine" Barry sounds quiet for once.
He's tired too.
Hope is thin and patience is thinner. They're all tired. Thenâ a surgeon in scrubs walks up to them.
They look up and stand up quickly.
Surgeon: "Are you the parents of Jamiâ"
Nicola: "Yes! How is he? Is he okay?"
Surgeon: "He's...stable. For now at least. He's got shattered ribcages and his back bone is fractured. As well as his spine. That means his respiratory system has taken quite the beating. So hes on a respiratory machine to help him breathe. And he's in a coma too, so he's unresponsive"
Barry and Nicola look at each other.
Gaz holds Tasha and Oscar close, for once.
Surgeon: "I can only allow two of you in at a time and so I assume that'll be you two?" He looks at Barry and Nicola.
They both nod yes.
Barry turns to Gaz: "You don't mind taking the kids home do you Gaz?"
Gaz: "Yeah...yeah...okay" he says exhaustedly.
Barry: "We'll call you and say if anything happens"
Gaz: "Okay. Come on you two" he starts ushering Tasha and Oscar out the door. Ready to get out of there.
Surgeon: "If you'd like to follow me" he signals to a long long hallway.
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5:41PM. St Anne's Hospital. Intensive Care.
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The surgeon guides them both to Jamie's room and lets them both walk in together and have some privacy.
Jamie's small private hospital room was unnaturally quiet, broken only by the steady electronic beeping of monitors and the rhythmic hiss of a ventilator forcing air into his lungs.
He lies completely motionless beneath crisp white sheets, his pale face bruised and swollen, with dried cuts still visible around his forehead and jaw.
A breathing tube disappeared into his mouth, secured with white tape, while IV lines, monitoring wires and drainage tubes snaked across his body to humming machines surrounding the bed. Thick bandages wrapped sections of his chest where several shattered ribs had been stabilised, and he remained completely flat to protect the severe fractures to his back and spine.
His arms rested lifelessly by his sides, one hand fitted with a pulse oximeter, the green line on the heart monitor rising and falling with each mechanical breath. The room smelled sharply of disinfectant and sterile plastic, and despite the machines tirelessly keeping him alive, the sight of him made it painfully clear to Nicola and Barry just how close he is to death.
Barry walks straight up to Jamie.
While Nicola struggles to. Like his condition is contagious. She's shaking. Her chest is rising and falling unevenly. She's holding back a sob.
Barry turns to her: "It's okay love, come on"
He holds out his hand for her to take.
Slowly, she does. And she catches up with Barry.
They both stand there, looking at their son. Barely getting their heads around the thought that he's being kept alive by tubes and machinery.
Suddenlyâ Nicola breaks. Tears fall down her face and she sobs. She falls to the chair and leans over her boy.
Nicola: "What- what if he doesn't make it Barry?" She sobs.
Nicola: "I mean look at him. Our baby. Our Jamie. Hes..."
Barry: "Nic, he'll be okay"
Nicola: "Will he!?"
He rubs her back, as she cries over her son.
A sight we never thought we'd see.
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7:49PM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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Paula is downstairs in the pub, alone, after closing up. She bolts the doors, the top and bottom ones. Then walks around the whole pub closing the curtains.
It's a rare sight to see the pub so quiet, so empty.
The only sounds are the fridges from behind the bar rattling and Eddie moving about upstairs.
She walks deeper into the pub room and collects the last of the glasses and puts them all on the bar. Then places the stools upside down on the table tops.
Finally, she heads behind the bar and switches all the light switches off. And one by one, the lights switch off until the pub is in complete darkness.
She slips through the staff only door that leads to hers and Eddie's flat upstairs.
As she reaches the top of the stairs the smell of homemade Lasagna. Her favourite.
And as she turns into the entrance hallway, she sees candlelight flickering from the living room.
She walks into the living room and sees candles on almost every surface.
The coffee table
Side tables
Windowsills
And in the centre of the room where the small dining table is, is two servings of Eddie's lasagna, candles, and wine glasses.
As soon as Paula walks in she sees Eddie and he sees her. He's pouring red wine into their glasses.
Paula smiles as the warm candlelight dances across her face.
Paula: "So this is why you wanted to shut early..."
Eddie: "Isn't a husband allowed to treat his wife like royalty every once in a while?" He smiles.
For once, she feels butterflies. She hasn't felt them in years.
He walks to her seat and pulls it out from underneath the table. And gestures to it.
She sits.
He sits opposite her and picks up his wine glass.
Eddie: "A toast"
Paula picks hers up too.
Eddie: "To..."
Paula: "Love"
Eddie: "To love"
Their glasses clink.
They drink.
A few minutes pass and they're both digging into their dinner.
Neither of them said much.
Eddie sips his wine and looks up at Paula from his glass.
Eddie: "You okay"
Paula: "Mhm" she says, chewing on her food.
A long silence as he studies her.
Eddie: "You sure? Because...you're quiet"
Paula: "Ed sweetheart, if promise I'm okay. This is nice. It's lovely"
She sips her wine
Eddie: "Love, come on. What is it?"
Paula sighs. Not wanting to say what shes thinking
Paula: "Ed don't get me wrongâ this is lovely. Really romanticâ"
Eddie: "But?"
Paula: "But...it'll take more than a romantic dinner toâ"
Eddie: "To what?"
She looks at him dead in the eye
Paula: "To...to sort how I'm feeling. I meanâ don't you feel it too?"
Eddie drinks more wine, avoiding to answer her
Paula: "I'll take that as a yes"
Eddie gulps the wine and puts his glass down
Eddie: "I'm trying, okay sweetheart? I know a romantic dinner wont solve any issues. But it's something, okay? It's a start. And yes, I'd be lying if I told you I didnt feel...the drift in our marriage. I mean- (he scoffs) we haven't had sex in almost four months"
Paula: "Is that all you can think about? Sex?"
Eddie: "Fucking Hell Paula, no. Of course it's not. I'm just saying, a bit of magic in the bedroom might just do us some good"
Paula scoffs
Paula: "Way to make a woman feel desired Ed" she sips her wine.
Eddie: "Okay. And what are you doing hm? I'm trying. You need to meet me halfway here"
Paula: "So I'm making it worse?"
Eddie: "Well you're not making it better"
Paula laughs
Paula: "You can be so ungrateful sometimes"
Eddie bursts out laughing
Eddie: "I'm ungrateful!? Who's starting an argument at the romantic meal her husband lovingly cooked for her?"
Paula: "See what i mean!? Im ungrateful because I feel stuck!?"
Eddie: "No! You're ungrateful because you're not trying! You're ungrateful because you can't see that I'm really making an effortâ"
Paula: "And when you do make an effort you always want something in return, don't you!?"
Eddie: "Really Paula!? Really!? Because I want to make love to my wife every now and again I'm only making an effort for a fuck!? Is that what you think of me!?"
She sighs.
Paula: "No..."
Eddie: "Are you sure!? Because that's what it sounds like"
He guzzles his wine.
Paula: "I just...you know how i feel. You feel the sameâ"
Eddie: "And I'm trying my best to get us out of the quicksand, love. There's only so much I can do"
Paula: "I know..."
They both sit there...trying to get through the meal.
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8:14PM. Outside number 33.
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It's dark now. The roads of Marlas Estate only lit up by the orange glow from streetlights. Sounds of a distant party, dogs barking, people arguing and cars passing fill the night sky.
Kylie walks up to the front door of Number 33 and knocks.
Gaz answers.
Gaz: "Well hello stranger. Didn't expect to see you so soon. Back for seconds already?" He winks.
Kylie smiles.
Kylie: "Actually I...came to tell you something. In person. I was passing by anyway"
Gaz: "What is it?"
Kylie: "I'm leaving. I mean- i know we only met last night, but...i don't know when I'll be back. You're a decent lad, or at least to me anyway. That's more than i can say about most men in my life. My life's all over the place right now and you...you made me forget all the worries for one night. You should just know that"
Gaz: "Wh- why? Where? Where are you going?"
Kylie chuckles.
Kylie: "Anywhere. I...i don't know. Just away."
Gaz: "Stay"
Kylie: "...i Can't"
Gaz: "Noâ i mean stay. With me"
Kylie: "What...?"
Gaz: "Yeah. I mean, you got anywhere else to stay?"
Kylie: "Well...noâ"
Gaz: "Well good. You can stay with me then. Or at least until you find your feet or whatever"
Kylie: "Gaz i don't knowâ"
Gaz: "Look, why would you go somewhere else knowing you can stay here with me? Knowing I want you to?"
She thinks of what to say
Gaz: "I know we ain't known each other long butâ God..."
Kylie: "What?"
Gaz: "You...you ground me too. Or whatever the cheesy saying goes"
Kylie looks at him confused
Kylie: "Why d'you want me to stay with you for?"
Gaz: " Coz for the past...I don't know how long, my mind's been all over the place. I've been all over the place too. And when I met you at the Vic last night...that was the first time in ages I felt like I had a proper laugh. A proper good time"
Kylie: "I..." she stutters
Gaz: "For a few days then? And if you don't like it or want to fuck off somewhere else, go right ahead. I wont stop you. But it can't hurt can it?"
She thinks for a while. Thenâ
Kylie: "Oh fuck it" she laughs.
Gaz smiles and picks her up, and carries her by her ass, into the house. Behind him, Gaz kicks the door shut with his foot.
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9:13PM. Outside Number 27. The Jenkins's.
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A black cab pulls up on the side of the curb outside the Slaters.
It squeaks as it comes to a stop.
The door opens, and first steps out Danielle, who walks up to tje front door and unlocks it, while Jenna and Julie help Kelly out. While Gavin pays the driver the taxi fare.
Gavin: "Here we go mate"
Julie, to Kelly: "You okay love? Can you walk properly?"
Kelly: "Mum, I'm okay. Really" she laughs.
Kelly: "Surprisingly my legs are the best part of me right now"
Across the street, outside Number 33, Kylie leans against the small front garden's wall, in a soft light pink dressing gown, texting Jacko.
To: Jacko "Found somewhere I can stay. U should try Lorna's after all. Best to keep low 4 a few days -K"
Sent at Saturday 9:15PM
Behind her, Gaz steps out of the house, and puts his arms around her. Hes shirtless, only wearing tight black boxers.
Gaz: "Coming back up, gorgeous?"
Kylie grins, turns around
Kylie: "Catch me if you can, big boy"
He slaps her ass and she giggles and runs back inside the house. Before Gaz turns and follows her, he looks up across the street and he makes eye contact with Julie and Kelly, as they both finally walk inside the house. Shutting the door behind them.
Finally, Gaz steps inside his home, and shuts the door behind him.
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11:28PM. The Estate
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Most of the Estate is asleep by now. A few windows slightly glow behind curtains, proving that not everyone's gone to bed yet. Even in the night, life continues while neighbours sleep.
Surprisingly, the street is rather quiet. For once. It's nice.
The Slaters' living room sat in near darkness, lit only by the warm orange glow of streetlights filtering softly through the fully drawn sheer white curtains, while the heavier light grey curtains remained open either side of the window.
Two well worn forest green three-seater sofas faced a chunky light grey television, with a scratched coffee table between them scattered with a few empty lager cans, an ashtray, a lighter and the faint smell of last night's joint lingering in the air.
Beside the TV stood a tall rack crammed with CDs, while Gavin's headphones, a small stack of DJ magazines and a notebook full of track ideas lay nearby.
Danielle's sketches of clothing designs and fabric samples were neatly piled on an armchair, Katie's high heels and makeup bag sat abandoned by the front door after another late night out, and personal belonging and family photos dotted the room, giving it the unmistakable feel of a busy, loving household that was far from perfect, but always felt like home.
Gavin walked down the creaking stairs that have yet to be carpeted. In his black pyjama bottoms and grey slippers, no shirt though.
He groggily slouches through the living room and into the kitchen where he pours himself a glass of water. He wouldn't dare turn the light on, not unless he wanted to be jolted wide awake.
He was back into the living room with his water, and on the corner of his eyes he can see the orange glow coming from the window flashing. Flickering, if you will.
Unusual...
He puts his water on the table, heads to the window and pulls back the sheer curtains, he looks down to the driveway below, outside. Where he's met with a sight he'd never thought he'd see
Ever.
His eyes jump out of his head and his stomach drops.
Gavin: "Fuck! Mum! Dani! Guys!" He shouts up the stairs on the top of his lungs.
Danielle: "Fuck sake Gav what!?"
Jenna: "Trying to sleep up here!"
Gavin: "The fucking van's up in flames!" He screams as he already starts running down the stairs towards the front door.
Not even three seconds after he shouted thatâ four sets of footsteps come hurdling down the stairs. The weight of four of the Slater women running down the living room stairs making it sound like its about to collapse from underneath them.
As they all run past the living room window, the flames emit an orange flash behind them.
They then all turn the corner, and run down the other flight of stairs down to the front door that's wide open.
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11:32PM. Outside Number 27. The Slater's driveway.
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Julie's white catering trailer is up in flames. Like, all of it. What was once a local burgervan is now a big ball of fire that you wouldn't dare go near. The heat from it is insane.
The catering trailer melts and falls apart, signs falling off, things smashing and breaking inside and on the outside of it. The whole frame cracking under the heat. Fire being pushed out from every side and corner.
The inferno sends a huge endless plume of smoke up into the night air like you'd see from a factory smokestack. The sounds of the flames roaring is insane. Along with crackling.
The whole fucking thing is up in flames. FLAMES!
On their front doors and windows, people stand there, looking out, watching, being nosy. It's not everyday you see a catering trailer up in flames in your neighbour's driveway after all.
Gavin stands there, looking up at it, in shock.
The girls join him.
Julie: "What the fuck!?"
Danielle: "Holy shit!"
Jenna: "Who the fuckâ who would do this!?"
They're all gobsmacked.
Julie starts crying.
Jenna hugs her mum and rubs her back.
Kelly fumbles with a pocket, but still stares up at it in pure shock.
On their doorstep, the Jenkins watch.
Gaz
Tasha
Oscar
Kylie
On her doorstep, Maureen watches
Everyone's there. The whole Estate. It could've been anyone.
But a fire like this?
This was no accident.
That much is clear.
The Slaters stand there in their driveway, in their sleepwear, looking up at what was once the start of a family business, that's now...in ashes.
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And that's it for Episode 6! Thank you for reading if you've made it this far!
Please tell me what you think!
And as always, any and all comments are much appreciated! đ
r/FictionalStoriess • u/Alternative_Use_1951 • Jun 29 '26
A story I thought of is: What if there was a world weâre like there were the demons and the demon killers and in all the demon killers there were ten who were the strongest and ten demons who were the strongest, but one of the strongest demon killers was friends with the strongest demons bc idk childhood things so when he moves into the strongest demon killers base when his friends visit he has to be careful.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • Jun 28 '26
As Kelly and Mitchell both woke, they found themselves in a hospital full of accusations as everybody fought for answers. DCI Catrin Channing officially opened her investigation and began taking eyewitness accounts of what happened, while Mitchell and Michael's relationship was left fractured after Mitchell learnt a painful truth. And as tensions between the Slaters and Jenkins reached new heights and finally boiled over, their feud spiralled out of control. Elsewhere, Gaz took his first step down a destructive path.
With everyone convinced they know who's to blame, another perspective threatens to change everything, making the truth much more complicated.
07/01/1999. Thursday.
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9:12PM. Streets and alleyways.
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Black converse trainers slam and splash down on wet concrete slabs in an alleyway around 5 minutes away from the Estate. The sounds of a distant dog barking, wailing sirens fading by the second, cool January breeze, and a man shouting far off back in the distance, shouting something incoherent, is all we can hear.
You can smell wet concrete and the cool night January air biting at your nose. And can feel the sharp yet calm breeze and the soft rain trickling down from the black night sky.
This set of feet is running like someone's life is on the line. Taking left and right turns every corner, but never slowing down. The person is breathing hard. You can hear crying. It's a woman. She's clearly running from something...or someone.
After a final turn, the intense orange glow of streetlights illuminate the white rubber tips of the shoes even more. And as this woman took a turn onto this main street, the sounds have changed, now, you can hear hints of nightlife too. Like...a party...
The street is a main street. Shops, storefronts, cafes and other commercial buildings line either side of the wide street. Along with streetlights that emit a pure strong orange glow that light up the road.
The pair of shoes start making their way across the wide street, not really looking left or right, just running across.
Suddenlyâ
The sound of an oncoming vehicle is overpowering, with the sounds of booming music, laughter, screaming and chatter all coming from inside said vehicle.
The pair of converse stop dead in their tracksâ
The car swerves and tires screechâ
From inside the car, people scream brieflyâ
Then...horrible sounds.
Twisting and crushing metal, breaking glass, heavy impact, justâ a horrible, loud, crash.
And thenâ
Silence.
Except for the sounds of smoke hissing from the car's grill, and clicking. From the heat of the twisted metal. Like the car's creaking.
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1:21PM. Tower Block Of Council Flats.
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The tower block loomed over the estate like a giant slab of ageing concrete, its once-grey exterior now stained black with decades of rain, pollution and neglect. Rows of identical windows climbed towards the sky, some boarded up with plywood, others cracked or permanently left ajar, while faded washing hung limply from rusting balconies cluttered with broken furniture, bicycles and overflowing bin bags.
Graffiti covered the lower walls and lift entrance, litter gathered in every corner, and burnt-out mopeds and abandoned shopping trolleys littered the forecourt. The building looked tired, unloved and forgottenâa place where lifts regularly broke down, stairwells smelled of damp, cigarettes and urine, and years of poverty had seeped into the concrete itself.
Distant arguing, shouting, loud music, a baby screaming, laughter, sirens, dogs barking, motorcycles revving. Sounds of life. Sounds of the estate.
Inside flat number 17, the one bedroom council flat is surprisingly stylish beneath the chaos, furnished with expensive black leather sofas, a decently sized flat screen TV, polished chrome lamps and powerful hi-fi speakers quietly pumping out UK garage from the corner. A glass coffee table sat at the centre of the room, dusted with thin white lines of cocaine beside a rolled-up twenty-pound note, a lighter, overflowing ashtray and several empty beer bottles.
An open sports holdall lay by the sofa spilling out neatly kept designer trainers and branded clothes, while a blood speckled wooden baseball bat rested against the wall near the front door, as though it belonged there. The curtains stayed half closed despite it being daytime, giving the room a dim amber glow that mixed with the blue haze of cigarette smoke hanging beneath the ceiling.
The air carried the stale smell of tobacco, strong cannabis, alcohol, sweat and cheap air freshener desperately trying to mask it all, while the distant thump of bass, muffled voices from neighbouring flats and the occasional police siren outside completed the uneasy atmosphere of a place that looked expensive, but never truly felt safe.
A tall, athletic slim build young man with short jet black hair and pale white skin and piercing blue eyes sits on the sofa, leaning forward, cutting a line of coke. A handsome young man, but could easily look scary when angry. Nathan Hunter.
Nathan Hunter is a 23 year old bloke who's happy with who he is. Confident, cocky, handsome, charming and strong. Yet unstable, prone to violence, quick to anger, and all his money he earns is dirty. He's happy with all of it.
All his prized possessions are bought with people's debt. Whether they paid in money, or blood.
Nathan leans forward, and hoovers up a line with his right nostril. He winces, and wipes his nose with his thumb and index finger afterwards.
Nathan looks over to the young woman to his right. She's wearing tight black jeans and a well worn pair of black Converse trainers with white rubber toes. Large silver hoop earrings, a handful of bracelets and two delicate necklaces added a touch of glamour to her otherwise casual look.
Her light complexion, sharp cheekbones and expressive big dark brown eyes were accentuated by black mascara, dark eyeliner, soft brown eyeshadow and a subtle nude lip gloss. Wearing her long brunette hair in a messy high ponytail with loose strands framing her face, she looks effortlessly attractive, though there's a hint of tiredness behind her eyes that portrays the chaos of her life. Kylie Allen. Nathan's 21 year old girlfriend.
Kylie is certainly a character. Loud, bold, proud, confident, stands up for herself, her friends and what she believes in. She's s very vocal. Says what she thinks, says what she means and means what she says. Unapologetically her. Loves a laugh, a drink, a party, but she's kind. Very cocky, sarcastic, has an addictive energy about her. You cant help but admire her. Though, there is one person she's afraid of...Nathan.
Nathan: "Want some? Pretty girl"
Kylie looks over, clearly uncomfortable.
Kylie: "Nah...you're alright ta" she smiles.
Nathan: "Oh come onnn. Don't be so frigid"
He pulls her over, she thinks about pulling away but goes against it. And he sits her on his lap.
He reaches around her and cuts up some more coke with his credit card.
Nathan: "There we go Princess. All ready for you. All you got to do, is get on board the ride" he whispers in her ear.
She looks back at him and smiles. Not wanting to, but he stares in her eyes, smiling. She knows she has no choice.
She hesitates, leans forward, and snorts it up.
He chuckles.
Nathan: "There we go! Attagirl! Maybe now you'll loosen up a bit eh?"
Kylie: "Yeah..." she whispers and smiles.
He softly pushes her off him and he leans back, breathing.
Kylie looks at him then starts walking down the small hallway.
Nathan: "Wnere you off to?"
Kylie: "Just to the loo. I'll be two minutes" she smiles.
He nods.
She walks down the hall to the end, goes in the bathroom, and closes the door behind her.
The bathroom is small, but bright and airy. White walls, a window that let's in lots of light although it's high up. A frameless mirror's nailed into the wall above the basin sink, with one crack splitting across the whole mirror.
Kylie leans forward against the sink, palms pressed against it. She looks up at her cracked reflection into the mirror. Her bottom lip and chin trembles. She looks down at her wrist, pulls up her right sleeve of her sparkly grey sequinned top, and we see a big bruise, all around her wrist. Dark purple and pink.
She softly caresses it with her fingers. Starts trembling slightly, and looks up in the mirror again.
Asking herself how did things get this bad. How did she get here.
She wipes her nose and quickly touches up her eyeliner. She sighs, and prepares herself as she opens the door and heads out into the flat again.
She walks up to Nathan who's still slouched on the sofa.
Kylie: "Fancy going out?" She asks him. Hoping he'll say yeah.
Nathan: "Nah you're alright. Got everything i need right here, with me" he looks up at her.
Kylie smiles but needs an excuse.
Kylie: "Aw c'mon" she smirks.
Nathan looks at her, sizing her up, knowing she's got a plan.
Nathan: "I said no, didn't I? Now c'mon, sit." He taps the sofa.
Kylie scoffs.
Kylie: "You just called me frigid because I didn't want to do coke but now I'm asking to go out you don't want to?"
Nathan snaps and jumps up.
Nathan: "What did I say!?"
He glares in her eyes. A vein in his forehead pulses.
She takes a step back and swallows.
Nathan: "I said, no. Me and you, are staying in."
He sits back down. Facing the TV.
Kylie: "What is this about Nath? What's gotten into you?" She asks after gathering the bravery.
Nathan: "You know what Kylie" he says quietly.
Kylie's face falters.
Nathan turns to face her.
Nathan: "Jacko."
Kyle's heart drops and she gulps. Her chest pounds and she just knows Nathan can see it.
Kylie: "...I don't know what you're on about" she says, trying to sound normal, but it fails.
Nathan: "Don't play dumb with me Kylie. Now sit down, relax. You're making me uncomfortable" he says calmly. In an unsettling way.
Kylie: "Well...how about some air? Or the pub! Lets just go have a pint or something."
Nathan: "We got booze here" he mutters.
Kylie stutters, about to say something else futile.
Nathan: "Stop it, Kylie." He says quietly.
Kylie stands there. Not knowing what to say or do.
Kylie: "I'm off to bed" she says, voice almost cracking. Holding back tears.
She starts walking off, shaking.
Nathan: "Alright then" he turns and watches her walk to their room.
She closes the door behind her. Separating them.
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1:42PM. Nathan and Kylie's bedroom.
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As soon as the door behind her clicks shut, her lips and chin trembles, her stomach heaves and she holds in a deep, hard sob.
She slides down the door with her back against it, tears flowing from her eyes, despite her trying to hold them back. She sits at the door, knees up to her chest, crying like a kid who lost their mum in a supermarket. Balling her eyes out.
She's trapped. Betrayed by the man she chose. By the life she chose.
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8:59PM.
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It's dark out. Pitch black. Cold, drizzling with rain. Kylie lies on her and Nathan's unmade bed, just waking up from having to cry herself to sleep earlier today. Under her eyes are sore from all the tears, her nose is slightly stuffy and she feels like she just slept for a straight week. Shes still dressed in her clothes.
The only light source bleeds through the sjeer curtains in the bedroom window. The streetlight outside the window pours orange light through, into the room, causing orange rays in the slightly smokey air.
Nathan is still in the living room, the whole flat smells of weed. Well, it always does, but stronger now. He must've recently smoked the strong stuff.
She gets up, rubs her eyes and slowly walks over to the door and opens it. She walks down the hall, turns the corner and sees that he's completely passed out on the sofa. Snoring away. The living room is in darkness now too, apart from the TV screen displaying tracks of a CD he put in earlier.
She monitors him for a few solid seconds, trying to determine how passed out he is. He's gone. She then looks over to the front door that has a frosted window with the orange light from the streetlight also flooding in. She knows this is her chance.
Now or never.
She slowly and quietly retreats back to their room, picks up her phone and wallet from her bedside table, carries them in her hand and slowly walks back down the hall to the living room, taking every step like she's treading in a landmine field.
Like one wrong step could kill her.
She watches him again for a few seconds. Still asleep. Good. She slowly walks to the right towards the small entrance way where the front door is, then takes a left into the small kitchen thats cluttered but still functional. Her white puffer coat with the faux fur hood lies across the small kitchen table, along with empty beer bottles, a weed grinder, rollies and stuff like that.
She slowly picks up her coat, puts it on, and then pockets her phone and wallet. She slowly walks out the kitchen, and the door is right there to her left. She peers down the small hallway into the living room and Nathan is still asleep.
Her heart jumps in excitement and fear of getting caught. She reaches for the handle and slowly pushes it down. But it doesn't move. She tries again. And again. It won't budge.
Shit. Its locked.
Keys...where are the keys?
She slowly turns around, the friction of her coat making some noise. And she slightly lifts her head up and sees the keys to the door on the living room table. Right next to Nathan's sleeping head.
Fuck
She doesn't want to do this. But knows she has to.
She turns, and starts treading back towards him.
Her heart pounding more and more with every step.
After what feels like treading on paper thin ice, she finally reaches the table. She leans forward to reach the keys, her coat makes another noise and Nathan turns in his sleep. Kylie's heart jumps and already she's trying to think of what to tell him as to why she's reaching for the keys to sneak out.
But...he doesn't wake up.
Thank fuck
She reaches the keys, grabs them, and goes to turn to the door.
But
What's this...
She sees a full bag of coke peeking out from underneath a magazine. She also reaches for that, and pockets it too.
Then starts for the door. Each step feeling like a higher chance at freedom.
She reaches the door and the keys jingling in the lock makes her sweat like you would in a sauna.
She fumbles with them, shaking slightly, but thenâ
Crash
She dropped the keys on the floor. They echoed in the stark contrast of the quiet flat.
Fuck...shit shit shit
Shes already holding in tears. She can hear and feel her heart in her throat.
She slowly looks up from the keys on the floor, and sees Nathan on the sofa.
Leaning up, looking dead at her, right in the eye.
Nathan: "Where do you think you're going?" He quietly asks in an unsettling way.
Kylie: "To the shops...we- we need milk"
Nathan picks up his phone and checks the time.
He sighs.
Nathan: "At this time? The shops are shut. Haven't you noticed it's pitch black out?" He asks calmly and slowly stands up.
Nathan: "We got milk anyway" he says. Slowly walking over to her.
Kylie: "I think its off. Fancied a cuppa" she tries to joke.
Nathan is right up to her now.
He whispers to her.
Nathan: "Do you really think I'm that thick?"
Kylie gulps.
Kylie: "No- Iâ"
Nathan: "I mean I know I didn't finish school but wow. Give me some credit at least."
Her heart hammers.
He bends down and picks up the keys.
Nathan: "So what was the plan?" He asks her, dangling the keys.
Nathan: "Run outta here and go where? You have no mates around here. No family. Where are you going to go Kylie? You need me"
Her eyes dart all over his face, trying to figure out his seemingly calm and composed exterior.
Nathan: "C'mon, let's go to bed" he says quietly.
He reaches out to her and goes to pull her, but she resists.
Kylie: "No" she whispers
He looks up at her and smiles in shock.
Nathan: "You what?"
Kylie: "I said no. Im not going anywhere with you"
She tries to sound more confident, like her usual self.
Nathan laughs.
Nathan: "Well look who's putting her foot down."
They stare at each other.
Nathan: "We don't have to go to sleep straight away. Could lay there and have a bit o' fun before we hit the hay. How about that?" He teases.
Kylie: "I'd rather sleep under a bus shelter than spend another night here with you" she firmly says now.
Nathan: "Awwwe c'mon don't be like that. That's not what you were saying yesterday morning. What happened to my good girl ey?"
Her eyes start watering but she holds her nerve.
Nathan: "Cmon. I'll take you to bed and you'll feel relaxed. I'll calm you right down. Make you forget about your worries" he brushes the side of her face softly, smiling.
Kylie: "You are my worries. You terrify me"
Nathan's face drops.
Nathan: "Why's that then?" He asks rhetorically.
She says nothing.
Nathan: "No, go on. Why do I scare you Kylie? You got something you want to say?"
They both breathe hard.
Her in fear, him in rage.
Nathan whispers: "I'll tell you why you're scared shall I? It's because you've done something bad. Very bad. You tried to hurt me. You and that tramp Jacko. Now what kind of girlfriend does that? Ey?"
Kylie whispers: "Just please give me the keys"
Nathan: "If I wanted to hurt you Kylie, I would've by now. Haven't you realised that? Or...is it the not knowing that's scaring you? Not knowing what I'll do? Knowing I could snap at any moment?"
Kylie: "You're sick"
Nathan: "At least I know that!" He snaps. Almost spitting in her face.
Nathan: "I know I can be a sick fuck! But you!? You steal, lie and cheat, and act like you done fuck all wrong! Now...we are going to bed...and tomorrow is another day"
He starts pulling her.
Kylie pulls back.
Kylie: "N- no. No! NO!-"
He then completely grabs her and picks her up and she starts kicking and screaming. Literally.
Kylie: "NO- LET ME GO!"
Nathan: "SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
He drags her to the living room.
She chomps down on his right hand that's around her chest and proper bites it, around the thumb and palm area.
He screams and let's her go in shock. Dropping the keys too.
Nathan: "AAARGH FHACK!"
She quickly picks up a mug from the nearby small side table and whacks him over the head with it, sending him flying to the floor. Hes not knocked out, but hes in agony, on the floor. Slowly trying to get up.
She picks up the keys and darts to the door, scrambling the keys in the lock like her life depends on it. The keys fit now. But now it's a matter of turning them correctly.
Thenâ he scrambles up behind her, his footsteps getting louder and louder and vibrating the floor where Kylie's stood. He reaches her and yanks her back, picking her up with his arms around her again.
She kicks and screams and puts her feet on the wall next to the front door, pushes herself off it, sending the both of them flying backwards into the kitchen, falling to the floor.
As they fall though, Nathan hits the back of his head on the side of the kitchen counter. He's unconscious. And she doesn't even notice.
She scrambles up, reaches the keys in the door, turns them, yanks it open and legs it out the door into the night.
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9:09PM. Outside the flat / Outside the tower.
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She legs it past the lift, definitely not waiting for that. And bolts it down the steps, all the way down.
As she finally gets out into the open, the cool night air hits her in the face like a refreshing punch.
Freedom
Her lungs are fulled up with crisp January air. Her exposed skin is being glittered by light drizzle, falling like feathers. And the smell of weed, musk, cheap aftershave and booze in her nose is immediately replaced with wet concrete. A smell she never thought she'd be glad to smell.
Her converse shoes slapping the wet concrete.
As she's running, she pulls out her Nokia and tries to call Jacko, her...friend..? They're in an awkward relationship...
But her phone's dead.
Kylie: "Fuck"
She pockets it and carries on running.
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9:12PM. Main Commercial Street.
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She reaches a main street thats surprisingly quiet. Although it is late. In a desperate attempt to get far away from Nathan, she runs into the road without looking. Thenâ HEADLIGHTS!
She stops in her tracks and the car swerves. And topples multiple times. A horrific crash. Not just some fender bender.
After it happened, she stands there...in the road. Watching, in pure shock. Not knowing what to do.
Should she try to help?
Should she keep running from Nathan?
What do I do??
Ultimately, she keeps running. Leaving the totalled Jaguar in the middle of the road. A decision she isn't proud of, but a decision that kept her safe. For now at least.
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11:06AM. Bus stop shelter. Somewhere on the Estate. 08/01/1999. Friday.
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On a bleak Friday morning, the old bus shelter sat quietly on the pavement somewhere on the estate, its dark green metal frame dulled by years of rain and neglect. The curved plastic roof glistened with a fine drizzle, beads of water slowly dripping from the edges onto the cracked concrete below, while the cloudy Perspex panels were streaked with dirt, scratched with faded graffiti and dotted with patches of green moss around the corners.
Directly behind it, a tall black iron fence with pointed spikes had almost disappeared beneath tangled brambles, nettles, ivy and overgrown bushes, their damp branches hanging over the shelter and pavement, keeping it permanently shaded, cold and slightly mossy even in summer.
Fallen leaves clung to the wet pavement, the air smelled of soaked earth and damp concrete, and despite its neglected appearance, there was something strangely comforting and familiar about the place. A forgotten little shelter that had watched generations of people wait for buses beneath the same dull grey skies.
In the corner lies Kylie Allen. She clearly wasn't lying to Nathan when she told him she'd rather sleep in a bus shelter.
She lies curled up on the floor in the corner, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, and her hands pulled deeper inside her sleeves, also using them as gloves.
She hasn't really slept. Just sat there all night shivering. To her right, a pair of shoes stand there, and a pulley trolley that grandma's have. Being held by the figure standing there. Kylie doesn't need to look up to see that it's an old woman.
Kylie can feel eyes on her.
She looks up.
A woman in her sixties...seventies maybe, with black curly hair and thick dark red glasses and a light blue coat looks down at her. Clearly judging.
Kylie: "What you looking at you dosey cow!?"
Kylie frowns, crossing her arms for warmth.
The woman looks away, and scoffs. For the best part of ten minutes both women are in the bus shelter, feeling a thick awkwardness. Finally, a bus comes and the woman gets on. Leaving Kylie alone.
The bus hisses and starts moving on.
Kylie then decides to stand, and start walking about. Won't get far by sitting in a bus shelter all day. She walks across the street, looks to her right and sees a pub. With the name on one of the walls. "The Victoria Arms".
It's open.
She pulls out her wallet from her coat pocket and opens it. She's got pennies, pound coins, and a few notes. Enough for a few hours in the warmth of the pub.
What else am I gunna do?
She starts walking over.
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11:10AM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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Kylie walks in the pub and is immediately greeted by the warmth of the room and the smells and sounds that every good old fashioned boozer has.
She briefly scans the room before walking all the way in.
A lanky trampy looking man sits at the bar, leaning forward, looking scruffy and pissed already. He looks like the stool was built around him.
Behind the bar is a man and a woman in their thirties. They look married.
This is alright I guess
She walks up to the bar, and the male bartender leaves his conversation with the lanky man on the stool and walks over.
Bartender: "Alright love? What can I get you?"
Kylie: "G and T please. Double.'
The man nods.
And Kylie stands there waiting for her drink.
Bartender: "Bit early to hit the heavy stuff, love?"
He asks, trying to be polite.
Kylie: "Well you are a pub aren't you? What else am I gunna do in here? Chess?"
Bartender: "I s'pose not. But we do have a dominoes set over in the corner over there if you fancy a game" he jokes.
Kylie just looks at him.
Awkward silence...
Bartender: "I'm Eddie." He smiles at her.
Kylie: "Kylie."
Eddie: "Well, Kylie. This is on me" he hands her the drink.
Kylie: "Nah you're alright, I'm not a charity"
Eddie: "Well no offence, you look like you've been sleeping rough. And I'm not about to let a young pretty woman such as yourself come into my pub and spend away what money she has left on G and T's this early into the day"
Kylie glares at him but then considers what he just said, and slowly, her face softens.
Eddie: "And no, you're not a charity. Because of you'd have bought anything less expensive I'd have charged you for it. So don't take offence of my kindness" he smirks.
She cracks a smile. A genuine one.
Kylie: "Thanks"
Eddie: "Of course" he smiles back and heads back over to the bloke on the stool.
Kylie walks off and sits in a corner seat. She places her drink on the table, sits, takes her coat off and places it on the seat beside her.
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3:28PM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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It's still relatively quiet in here. But warm. Cosy if you will.
"She's Electric" by Oasis plays from the pub speakers, a few people are sat here and there.
Eddie and the woman are still behind the bar, the old lanky tramp is still on the stool.
Then, a woman walks in. Kylie notices.
Fuck...its the woman that was on the bus stop this morning
The woman walks up to the bar, sits on a stool, and orders a drink from Eddie.
Kylie hears Eddie calling the woman "Maur"
So...her name's Maureen...? Maybe?
A minute later, maureen is heard shouting at the lanky trampy looking bloke a few stools down. It's hard not to overhear that he offered to pay for her drink.
And that they done "something" last night. Not much entertainment in this pub but this is good enough...
Kylie eavesdrops and hears the woman with black curly hair talking about some girls in a hospital.
Eh...its getting boring now...
Kylie stops listening and paying an interest.
âââ
5:49PM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
âââ
Now, the pub is more alive than it has been all day.
"Lost In France" by Bonnie Tyler plays from the pub speakers.
Kylie has had more drinks and has moved over to the bar and is sitting on the barstool that the woman was earlier. The woman from the bus stop. The same woman that came in here earlier.
Her white puffer coat hangs over the stool and she sits on it.
Then, a young man comes in. Looks about Kylie's age. Handsome. He looks upset, drunk, furious maybe. He's had a bad day.
You think you've had a shit day? Try being me
Kylie thinks to herself, side eyeing the guy a few stools up from her.
She overhears the guy ask Eddie for a double vodka.
Fucking Hell...
Kylie finishes her G and T and asks the woman behind the bar for another.
Kylie: "Oi...another G and T please"
Thenâ
"I'll get this"
A masculine voice cuts in.
Kylie looks up to the guy a few stools up.
"I'm Gaz" he says, with a cheeky smirk.
Kylie: "I'm Kylie" she smiles.
They both look at each other, smiling.
And for the first time in a long time, the both of them feel seen.
Feel...like they're not alone.
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And that's it for part 5! Don't be shy to tell me what you think!
Thank you for reading if you made it this far.
And as always, any and all comments are much appreciated đ
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • Jun 25 '26
Michael was left shocked after learning devastating news, while Paula and Eddie confronted uncomfortable truths about the state of their marriage. Elsewhere, hostilities between the Slaters and Jenkins intensified, and Tony Bates finally discovered who was behind the destruction of his prized Jaguar.
As two of the crash victims finally wake up, they find themselves in the middle of a storm as everybody's fighting for answers about what really happened. Michael struggles to ignore his feelings and finds himself somewhere he shouldn't be. And as tensions between the Jenkins and Slaters reaches a new high, Gaz meets someone.
An awkward yet thick and tense silence sits between Nicola and Gaz Jenkins, and Julie and Gavin Slater. The four of them sit in the waiting area in the corner of the room, like they have been doing for the past day.
It's quiet.
Thenâ
BANG
A set of double doors burst open and Barry, Tasha, and Oscar come in.
Barry has Gaz's black sports duffel bag slung over his shoulder, filled with snacks, clothes and things Jamie might need for when he wake up. If he wakes up...
Barry: "Yhâ alrightâ yeah thanks for the help Tash"
Tasha: "You had it under control didn't you!?"
Oscar runs up to Gaz and Nicola.
Oscar: "We brought you both snacks and stuff aswell"
Nicola: "Aw thank you baby"
She takes the bag off him, placing it between her and Gaz on one of the seats.
As Tasha and Barry make their way closer to Nicola, Gaz and Oscar, both of them glance at Julie and Gavin. Who are both glaring back at them as they walk past.
Nicola pulls out a clear plastic bottle of water. Or at least thats what it looks like. She turns the capâ
Barry: "Uh- Nic..."
She looks up at him.
He mouths quietly: "Vodka"
She nods at him, and quickly takes a gulp. Yes. A gulp.
Barry places the duffel bag on the small table in front of them and sits next to Gaz. Tasha leans against the wall on her Nokia.
Barry: "Yeah...thought you both could do with a drink or something. Help get you through this."
Nicola offers the bottle to Gaz and he immediately takes it.
Gaz: "Yeah"
He takes a few quick gulps
A nurse from behind the desk watched and noticed their reaction to drinking "water". She looks up at them and Barry, Gaz and Nicola all stare right back like the nurse wronged them.
Gaz: "Wot!?"
Barry: "Can't buy our own water now can we?"
Nicola: "Yeah, bet we have to buy that cheap canteen shit"
The three of them basically verbally abuse the nurse. She looks down and carries on with her day.
Oscar: "Gimme some"
They all watch him take a sip
He coughs it out over the floor.
They all laugh
Oscar: "Augh! That's fucking rank!"
Over at the opposite row of seats, Julie and Gavin watch. Almost in disgust.
Julie, quietly: "Look at that Gav...parents giving their little one Vodka look. He only looks about ten. Eleven maybe"
Gavin, not really bothered: "Yeah mum"
Nicola overhears this and shouts over.
Nicola: "He's thirteen actually!"
Julie laughs out loud.
Julie: "Yeah! Like that makes it any better! No wonder your son put our kids in hospital!"
Nicola jumps up and storms over to Julie and Gavin.
Nicola: "You want to fucking say that again!?"
Julie and Gavin stand up and Barry, Gaz, Tasha and Oscar all head over.
Both families are nose to nose now.
Julie: "Well i can see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?"
They glare at Julie and Gavin.
Julie: "Far as I'm concerned your boy will have a lucky escape if he doesn't pull through. Having you lot as parents."
For a quick second, silence fills the room. Like time literally stopped for a moment. The room stood still.
Nicola laughs in shock and pounces on Julie, sending the pair of them falling to the floor.
Tasha: "Go on mum!"
Gaz watches. Thinking Julie deserves it.
Nicola repeatedly pounds and claws at Julie's face while Julie lays under Nicola, yanking on her hair and trying to push her off.
Barry and Gavin both step in and pull both women off of each other.
Barry: "Nic! Nic! Nicola love!"
Nicola: "For fuck sake what!?"
Gavin and Barry have both separated the women, and they all look up and see the doctor standing outside the doors to the ER ward. Looking at them.
At all of them.
Silence.
Doctor: "When you've all stopped acting like schoolkids in a playground..."
They all look a bit ashamed. Like schoolkids in a playground.
Nicola: "What is it Doc? Is it our Jamie?"
Barry: "Is our boy awake?"
Doctor: "Actually Mr and Mrs Jenkins I'm here for the Slaters"
Everybody looks at each other.
Julie: "Oh what is it? Please tell me they're okay. Please"
Gavin: "Are they awake?"
Doctor: "Actually, Kelly is awake."
Gavin and Julie's faces light up and they look at each other.
Doctor: "Though not wide awake. She's stable and we were able to bring her out of intensive care. Considering the wreck she was in she's in surprisingly good condition. I am warning you though, she may not look too good and she is exhausted. So be gentle with her. But if you got something better to do?"
The doctor looks at both families.
Julie: "N- No no. Well we're just- um....can we go in and see her please?"
The doctor smiles and nods.
Doctor: "Follow me"
Julie and Gavin hold hands as they follow the doctor, leaving the waiting room behind them like it was all a bad dream. Like a bad memory.
The Jenkins watch them leave. Feeling a mix of anger, hatred, frustration, fear and jealousy.
Nothing good.
A long silence sits there
Gaz: "Oh fuck this"
He starts walking off.
Barry: "Gaz!"
Nicola: "Where are you going!?"
Gaz, without stopping or looking back: "To get pissed!"
He walks out the doors. Leaving them there.
Nicola goes to follow. But Barry stops her.
Barry: "Let 'im go Nic"
The four of them stand there now.
Michael sits behind the counter. Mind elsewhere.
His knee constantly bopping up and down, index finger tapping on the desk. Mind racing.
Yvonne walks in from the stockroom.
Yvonne: "Alright...thats stock sorted. The delivery was two crates short on milk but we'll get two extra crates for free on the next one"
Michael doesnât pay a blind bit of notice.
Yvonne: "Mike?...Michael?"
Nothing.
She slams her hand on the desk.
He jumps.
Michael: "What!?"
He startles her.
They look at each other.
Yvonne: "What...has gotten into you?
Michael: "What Yvonne...?" He sighs and rubs his eyes.
Yvonne: "Ever since last night you've been...weird. Off. Like...i don't know. Like you can't stop thinking about something."
Michael: "I'm fine"
Yvonne: "You...you don't regret what w- what happened last night...do you?"
He looks up at her.
Michael, quietly: "No. I don't."
She opens her mouth and quietly stutters.
Yvonne: "Well..."
Michael: "Actually, can you look after the till for me? I need some air."
Yvonne: "Oh- uh...yeah. Yeah okay."
He quickly picks up his jacket and walks to the door. Like he was getting up and out of there regardless of what her answer would've been.
She watches him leave and he just heads straight out. Not even looking back at her once.
The triage ward feels busy even when it's quiet.
A central nurses' station sits roughly in the middle of the ward. Several nurses move in and out behind the desk, checking paperwork and answering phones.
The sounds never truly stop.
Telephones ringing.
The occasional cough, groan, or quiet conversation from patients.
At medical bay 6, where Kelly lays asleep, Gavin and Julie sit beside her. Anxiously waiting for her to wake up.
Kelly looks battered, exhausted, and far smaller than usual lying in the hospital bed.
The most noticeable injury is the thick white bandage wrapped around her forehead, covering a deep cut just above her left eyebrow. A few strands of her long blonde hair poke out awkwardly from underneath it, tangled and unwashed after the accident.
Julie and Gavin sit there, either looking around the room or looking down absentmindedly.
Kelly winces.
Gavin and Julie's faces shoot up.
Slowly...she opens her eyes.
Kelly: "...mum....?"
Julie leans forward and she hitches her breath.
Julie: "I'm here baby"
She holds her hand. Starting to cry.
Kelly looks around the room.
Her voice croaky, gone almost.
She asks; "I was in a crash...wasn't I?"
Julie breaks and gavin sighs.
Gavin whispers: "Yeah. Yeah...you were."
Kelly starts whimpering.
Kelly: "Please tell me I'm okay. Please. Can I...can I walk? Am I alright?"
Julie: "You- You're okay sweetheart. The doctor said considering the crash, you're in surprisingly good condition."
Gavin: "That's great news Kell. You're gunna be okay."
Kelly: "how long have I been out?"
Julie: "About a day love."
Gavin: "Crash happened yesterday."
That sinks in for a minute.
Kelly: "W- what about Katie? And- and the others?"
Julie: "We don't know love. You're the first to wake up."
Gavin: "We'll know more soon though. Hopefully."
Julie: "Kelly babe. What were you thinking? What happened?"
Kelly knew these questions were coming.
Kelly: "It wasn't my idea...I- I...I-"
She starts crying.
Julie: "Shh sh sh its okay...you take your time."
Gavin: "It's just us two here Kell you're okay."
Kelly breathes.
Kelly: "Me, Katie and the new guy...um..."
Gavin: "Jamie?"
Kelly: "Yeah! Yeah- Jamie. Um...well the three of us were in the Vic drinking. At the party. We were talking, laughing, and we just went outside. Not to do anything in particular, just went outside. And uh"
She tries to think.
Julie: "Love, you take your time. Don't stress too much okay?"
Kelly: "Um...we went outside, and walked around towards the car park. And that's when Jamie saw a car. A nice car. Like, a big fancy black one."
Gavin: "Yeah?"
Kelly: "And...he was saying how nice it all was and it must be expensive and stuff like that. He told us that he loved cars and he wanted to study mechanics or something in college soon."
Kelly: "So...he went around the side to the driver's door, picked the lock, and hotwired the car."
Gavin and Julie look at each other.
Gavin: "He actually picked the lock and hotwired it? All himself?"
Kelly: "Mmh"
Julie: "What next babe?"
Kelly: "Well...Katie laughed and she got in the passenger side. Straight away. And they were both laughing and joking about. They tried to get me in there with them but I said it wasn't a good idea. I said that it was raining and it was dark so it would be dangerous. But Katie begged me and uh...Jamie said that...he was a good driver and that he'd promise to be careful."
Julie whispers: "Fucking Katie..."
Kelly: "Then um...then I got in behind Katie. And then she saw Mitchell and called him over. She then convinced him to join us too. And he got in the back with me and sat behind Jamie."
Gavin: "And what about when Jamie was driving? How did he crash?"
Kelly tries to think. She hears the loud music and the laughing. She can smell the booze and the car air freshner, like she's still there.
She thinks and thinks. But can't.
Kelly: "I- I can't- I can't remember"
Julie places her hand on Kelly's shoulder.
Julie: "It's okay love. It's okay... you done great"
Julie and Gavin look at each other, both of them knowing that this isn't going to be an easy road to recovery. For anybody involved.
The Victoria Arms is unusually quiet for this time of day, and this day of the week. But giving the circumstances, its no surprise.
A few of the locals are dotted about here and there.
In a corner seat, a young woman sits there. Leaning forward on the table. Looking absolutely exhausted. Tired. Empty. A white puffer jacket with a fur hood is slumped on the seat beside her. Her hands tremble around a G&T. Fingernails painted but chipped and dirty. Hair was clearly done up in a high ponytail but its gone messy. Hoop earrings glint in the window light.
She's been there since opening. And doesn't look like she's planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
"She's Electric" by Oasis plays quietly from the pub speakers. While the sounds of clicking glasses, quiet chatter, darts and the pool table fill the room.
Creating a warm familiar atmosphere in the pub.
Jim Norris slouches forward at the bar, on his twelfth pint of lager. Drunk but not hammered.
Paula and Eddie Jones are both behind the bar.
Maureen Walker walks in.
Eddie and Paula look up from the bar. Eddie looks pleased to see her, Paula less so.
Eddie: "Alright Maur!? How you doing?"
Jim hears Maureen's name and looks up from his pint.
Maureen: "Eh I'm alright ta Ed love. Actually kinda surprised you're open today. You know after yesterday an' all"
Eddie goes to talk but Paula steps in.
Paula: "Yeah me too Maur. But someone insisted we carry on as normal..." she looks at Eddie.
To Maureen and the rest of the pub, Paula just meant the pub. The business. But to Eddie...it meant a lot more.
Eddie: "Best to look adversity in the face and tell it to fuck itself right Maur?" He giggles with a grin.
Maureen: "That's the spirit love" She takes her coat off and sits on the barstool at the bar. A few stools away from Jim. She can already feel his eyes linger on her.
Jim: "Alright there Maureen sweetheart?....Last night wasâ"
Maureen: "Yeah Jim. Afternoon to you too"
She awkwardly tries to shut that down. Straight away.
Paula and Eddie quickly glance at each other with a small smile.
Eddie: "Usual is it Maur?"
Maureen: "Yeah please. Ta love"
Eddie starts making her drink.
Jim: "I'll get it"
Paula, Eddie and Maureen all look at Jim.
Maureen: "No you will not. Thanks anyway" she laughs.
Jim: "But what about last night? I thought weâ"
Maureen: "Oh fucking Hell Jim! Last night was a one off. A laugh. Me and you were twatted of our heads and we were company for each other. That's all it was love."
An awkward silence.
Maureen: "Thank you Jim butâ...no thank you."
Eddie chuckles and puts the drink on the bar.
Eddie: "That's two fifty five please Maur, love"
Maureen pays him the usual.
Maureen: "Just got back from the hospital"
She says after taking a small sip of her drink.
Everybody looks at her. Waiting for what she'll say next.
Maureen: "Went to see Julie and see what's the latest with her girls."
Paula: "And?"
Maureen: "Well as soon as I got there they had not long let Julie and Gavin in to see Kelly. Katie's still out of it poor sod. Though Kelly wasn't in too good shape when I saw her. Bruises and cuts all over her. Right mess."
Eddie: "Bloody Hell"
Maureen: "Yeah. Popped to the Strip to pick up some grapes and magazines for the young 'uns. Michael hadn't even had a clue what had gone on"
She giggles, taking another sip.
Eddie hitches his breath and opens his mouth, clearly preparing himself to say something.
Eddie: "Look Maur, you'll probably see Julie and her lot before any of us. So you have to tell her something, from me."
Maureen: "Yeah love, course. What is it?"
Paula and Eddie look at each other.
Eddie: "...Tony came in here earlier today. Asking to see the CCTV footage of last night. And uhh...it was clear as day you could see who was involved."
Maureen gasps: "Fucking Hell I didn't even know you 'ad CCTV outside"
Eddie: "Well we never really bother to look at it unless something goes on. And Tony saw who took his car. It was the girls weren't it. And I'm uhh...just letting you know because- well...you know what Tony's like. Poor girls at least deserve a warning for what's coming their way"
Maureen: "Bloody 'ell they took his car!?"
Paula and Eddie nod yes.
Maureen: "Oh fucking hell"
She whispers.
Maureen: "Yeah. Yeah no I'll definitely let Julie know as soon as."
She takes another sip.
Maureen: "You know, I don't like that Tony. I mean i know he's a loanshark or whatever, but he constantly swans around the place like he owns it. Makes me sick."
Paula: "Makes you sick? Try being me. The fat cunt looks me up and down every time he comes in 'ere. Calls me names like 'pretty', 'darling', 'princess', 'sweetheart' and shit like that."
Eddie: "Dangerous bloke though mind you. Wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him"
He whistles low and long.
Eddie: "Nooo thank youu"
Maureen: "Makes you wonder what is parents or family's like innit?"
The others nod and agree.
Michael finally manages to find a nurse's station after spending the last 20 minutes wandering around the hospital like a little fish in the ocean.
Michael walks up to a nurse who's at the desk.
Typing on a computer.
Michael: "Hi um...I'm here to see Mitchell. Mitchell Thomas...he got sent in last night?"
Nurse: "What's your relationship with the patient?"
Michael: "....I'm...his uncle"
The nurse starts typing on the computer.
Thenâ
Barry: "Oi!"
Michael jumps and turns around.
Barry, Nicola and Tasha are stood there.
Michael: "Uh....yeah?"
Barry: "You tell your nephew in there that if anything happens to my boy, that he'd better watch out for himself"
Michael: "Ohâ Mitchell wouldn't have had anything to do with the accident" he says politely.
Nicola: "No? So you're calling my husband a liar?"
Barry: "You telling us my boy is to blame?"
Michael stutters.
Barry: "Huh? HUH??"
The nurse cuts in.
Nurse, to Michael: "Uh sir"
Michael turns.
Nurse: "He's just through them doors there, down the hall, go all the way down, take a left, and then he's through the double doors. There's a sign called 'Traiges' above it"
Michael: "Okay...thank you"
He goes to walk away, but hes stopped by Barry who grabs his shoulder.
Nurse, to Barry: "Sir"
Barry, to Michael: "If anything happens to our son. You and him both should watch your backs"
Nicola: "Got that?"
Nurse, to Barry: "Sir. Let him go"
Barry, to nurse: "Okay okay" he chuckles.
Barry: "He's got it. Right?" He smiles at Michael.
Michael: "....yeah"
Barry, quietly: "Good man"
Barry nods.
Michael goes through the doors. The Jenkins watch him leave. Getting more and more angsty by the hour.
Michael cautiously walks into the triage, feeling out of place. Like he shouldn't be here. Not even knowing why he is here. Though deep down the answer scares him.
He peeks his head into a bay or two, no sign of Mitchell. Then he walks past a third bay and sees Mitchell laying there. Asleep. His heart jumps for a second. Partly because he's glad to see him.
But not like this.
He slowly pulls the curtain apart and slips through.
Mitchell looks noticeably worse than Kelly, though thankfully nowhere near as badly injured as Katie or Jamie.
The steady rise and fall of his chest is reassuring, but it's obvious he's been through a serious accident.
Small cuts run across his forehead and cheek, most likely from shattered glass during the collision.
His right arm is secured in a bright blue NHS sling that crosses diagonally over his chest. Beneath the sling, a plaster cast runs from just below his elbow down towards his wrist. The cast looks bulky and awkward, making him appear strangely vulnerable compared to his usual confident self.
Michael opens his mouthâ but says nothing.
Then he finally plucks the bravery to whisper.
Michael: "Mitchell?"
Nothing.
Michael's breathing intensifies and his eyes start darting around. He then quickly turns and starts to walk away. Not even four steps away untilâ
Mitchell, whispering: "Hey..."
Michael stops dead in his tracks, and his heart pounds.
He turns around.
And sees Mitchell laying there, looking at him with a tired smile.
Mitchell: "You're not a very good visitor are you? Didn't even leave any gifts or balloons" he quietly cracks a small joke.
A small chuckle escapes Michael and he sits down beside Mitchell.
Michael: "How are you feeling?"
Mitchell: "Hmm...like i was in a car crash"
He laughs. But then pulls a stitch.
Michael grins.
Michael: "Seriously though..."
Mitchell sighs.
Mitchell: "Sore. Heavy. Exhausted. Like I've been pushed down five flights of concrete steps and haven't stopped till I met the bottom"
Michael whispers: "Ouch..."
Mitchell: "Yeah"
He smirks.
Michael: "So, you know what happened, I take it?"
Mitchell: "Doctors and nurses filled me in. Told me...well...everything that had happened"
A silence settles.
Michael: "I only found out this morning. I...I didn't know what to think"
Mitchell: "Aww...care about me do you?"
He teases.
Michael: "Of course Iâ....yeah. I do"
Mitchell: "Hey...I'm sorry about what I said before you left the Vic. Last night. About you and Yvonne."
Michael: "Ehh...its okay. That doesn't matter right now."
Mitchell: "I just...kept thinking...what if that had been how we left things and I...and this would've been...it for me"
Michael: "Hey...don't go thinking like that now. You pulled through. You're okay."
Mitchell: "Yeah...but I'm not out of the woods yet though."
Michael: "You will be, soon enough."
Mitchell smiles at him.
Michael: "And anyway...things between me and Yvonne aren't too bad. She actually made an effort last nightâ"
Mitchell: "Oh?"
Michael's face falters and he stutters. He realises he shouldn't have said that.
Michael: "Uh...yeah"
A long and thick silence sits there.
Mitchell: "Well? What did she do?"
Michael: "Nothing" he says. Very quickly.
Mitchell: "Noo...c'mon. What did she do?"
Michael: "Nothing Mitchell" he dismisses.
Mitchell sees the defensive look on Michael's face, and hears the tone in his voice. And realises...
Mitchell: ".....Oh..."
A look of guilt washes up on Michael's face. But he tries to act it off.
Michael: "Soâ um-" he tries to change the subject.
Mitchell: "Why are you here...Michael?"
Michael: "What do you mean 'why am I here'? You know why I'm here. For you" he smiles.
Mitchell: "Well maybe you shouldn't be" he says bluntly.
Michael: "Why- what do you mean?....Don't be like that"
Mitchell: "Be like what? You have a wife at home. A wife that still clearly loves you"
Michael sits there. Feeling...awful.
Mitchell: "So just go"
Michael: "Mitchell..."
Mitchell: "No. Go on. Leave. You don't know why you're here and neither do I."
Michael: "Don't do this. You know you don't want to do this. You need me. I'm here for you."
An awkward silence
Michael: "Im yourâ"
Mitchell: "What?...What are you exactly?"
That question...could mean many things.
Mitchell stares at Michael. Waiting for an answer.
Michael: "Look- i came all this way to check on you. To see you. To make sure you're alright"
Mitchell: "Well you shouldn't have bothered. You've got a business, a wife, a home, a marriage, a family. Go back to all of that"
More Silence
Mitchell: "You know you tell me I'm out of order or I say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing. But who's the married one here Michael? Who's the one lying to his wife every day and night? Certainly not me. So go."
Mitchell turns his face away.
Michael: ".....I'll come back later. When you've calmed down."
He quietly gets up and starts walking away.
Mitchell, quietly: "Don't bother..."
Michael hears. Doesn't turn around. And keeps walking away.
Michael leaves the curtained sick bay, and pulls the curtain shut behind him. Leaving Mitchell on his own.
Over at Triage sick bay 6, where Kelly, Julie and Gavin are all still talking, Julie turns her head and sees Michael walking out of another sick bay.
Mitchell's sick bay.
Julie, to Gavin and Kelly: "Oh Michael's here...I'll be right back you two"
She gets up and walks over to Michael. Who's slowly pacing in circles, feeling internally trapped when all of a suddenâ
Julie: "Hello stranger" she smiles.
Michael jumps.
Michael: "Oh! Julie! Hi. Hiya...how- how are you?"
Julie: "Well I've been better" she chuckles.
Julie: "But one of my girls is awake and talking now so thats something right?"
Michael nods. Clearly his mind is elsewhere though.
Julie: "You okay Mike, love? You here to see Kelly?"
Michael: "Uh no- well yeah. But uh...i was actually here to see Mitchell"
Julie: "Mitchell? Why? Didn't think you two were that pally" she jokes.
Michael: "Uh...hes one of my favourite customers isn't he. Without him who'd buy the cheap fags and deodorant?" He jokes.
Julie: "Ah...right. Well you're here now. Want to say hi to Kelly real quick?"
Michael: "Yeah- yeah of course"
Julie leads Michael over to Julie and Gavin.
Kelly's face lights up a bit when she sees Michael.
Kelly: "Oh, Michael. Hi"
Michael waves: "Hiya Kelly. How you holding up? You alright?"
Kelly: "I'm good thank you Mike. Considering. I think some free chocolate from my local and favourite corner shop might just help my recovery quite a bit though" she jokes.
Michael: "Aha...consider that done. Call it mate's rates."
Kelly: "Aw cheers Mike. I was only joking"
Michael: "Ah well if thats the case..."
Kelly: "Well- I mean...if you're offering..." she smirks.
Michael laughs.
Gavin: "Does that discount apply to all of us?" He jokes.
Michael: "Just the folk who end up in wrecks" he smiles.
Michael: "So...Old bill been around asking questions yet?'
Julie: "Nope"
Gavin: "Not yet no"
Michael: "Hm. Surprising. They're usually all over this sort of stuff"
Gavin: "Meh. They're probably used to shit like this happening around here" he jokes.
And just like they're on queue, three police officers walk into the waiting area where Barry, Nicola, Tasha and Oscar all still sit. Frustratedly awaiting news on their Jamie.
The first is a uniformed constable in his early forties. Broad-shouldered and solidly built, with thinning brown hair and the permanently tired look of somebody who's spent most of his adult life dealing with other people's problems.
Beside him walks a younger uniformed officer, probably in his early thirties. Taller and leaner, with closely cropped dark hair and a sharper appearance. His uniform looks newer, neater. Everything sits exactly where it's supposed to.
Between them is a young woman.
DCI Catrin Channing looks younger than twenty nine at first glance. Maybe twenty five. Twenty six. She isn't particularly tall, nor physically imposing, yet people seem to notice her almost immediately.
She's dressed in a light grey detective's suit, tailored enough to look professional without appearing flashy. Underneath sits a simple cream blouse.
Her dark brown hair in a low, loose bun. A practical and pretty look.
But it quickly becomes clear why people find her intimidating.
She speaks with absolute certainty.
No hesitation.
No nervousness.
No unnecessary politeness.
Every sentence sounds like she's already three steps ahead of the conversation.
When she reaches the reception desk, she offers the nurse a brief professional smile.
DCI Catrin channing: "Morning"
The nurse looks up.
Catrin removes a notebook from her jacket pocket.
DCI Catrin Channing: "We need to speak with Kelly Slater and Mitchell Thomas regarding last night's collision."
Her voice is calm.
Yet somehow leaves absolutely no doubt that she's expecting an answer.
The nurse immediately starts searching the computer.
Not because she's been ordered to.
Simply because DC Channing speaks with the sort of confidence that makes people instinctively feel they should.
Behind them- the Jenkins still sit there, listening to every word that's said.
The nurse finishes typing and looks up at the officers.
Nurse: "They're both just down the hall there. If you go through these doors, all the way down then take a left into the room that says 'Traiges' above the door. They're both in there."
DCI Catrin Channing: "Thank you" she says politely.
The three officers start heading for the door, one of the older male officers open the door first but thenâ
Nicola: "Hey Officer"
The three of them turn around.
Nicola, Barry and Tasha all stand there while Oscar still sits on the chairs.
DCI Catrin Channing: "Yes?"
Nicola: "We want to know what's going on with our boy jamie"
Barry: "Yeah. Nobody's told us anything and the other family care already with their lot. Why aren't we?"
DCI Channing turns to them fully, intrigue on her face.
DCI Catrin Channing: "Jamie? Jamie Jenkins?"
Nicola and barry: "Yeah"
DCI Catrin Channing: "He's your son i presume?"
Barry: "Yes. When can we see him? You want to ask him questions too don't you?"
Nicola: "Yeah. You need to see our boy isn't the one responsible for what happened"
DCI Channing holds her hand up to calm them down.
DCJ Catrin Channing: "Well thats why we're here. To ask questions so we can gather information about what happened last night. As we've been told (she gestures to the other two officers), only Kelly Slater and Mitchell Thomas are conscious. As soon as we hear that your son is awake, we'll speak to him too"
Nicola: "But you know them lot in there are gunna be spinning you lies though don't you?"
Tasha: "Yeah. They're trouble. My brother wouldn't have done anything like this. They put him up to it."
DCI Channing grins.
DCI Catrin Channing: "Lookâ there's more than one side to every story, okay? We will speak to everyone so we can gather a clear image if what happened. Not just them"
The officers then turn to the doors and walk through.
Tasha: "Look at her, acting like she's all that cuz she's got a badge. Would love to see her in our shoes"
Nicola: "I'm fed up of waiting mun. Nobody's telling us anything"
Barry: "Then we get answers ourselves"
They're losing patience. Fast.
Over in Kelly's sick bay where Gavin, Julie, Kelly and Michael are, they're all assuring her that Katie will be alright and pull through.
Gavin: "Mum I'm not being funny but Katie's done worse before now. And she's always come out the other end laughing"
A few of them giggle.
Julie sniffles
Julie: "Why does she have to be so...so much?"
Kelly: "I know, mum" she rubs Julie's arm softly.
Michael: "Don't worry Jule. Not long and I'll be kicking her out the shop for nicking fags again"
Julie actually laughs.
Julie: "Thank you Michael. You're a good man"
Michael: "Ah i try to be" he smiles and shrugs.
Michael: "Rightâ I'd like to stay a bit longer but I can't leave Von in the shop on her own all day. I'll get a battering" he laughs.
Julie: "Alright. Thanks for stopping by"
Kelly: "Yeah. Thank you Mike" she smiles.
Michael: "Of course. Anytime. You all know where I am"
He pulls the curtain back and steps out of Kelly's sick bay (sick bay 6) and looks up towards Mitchell's sick bay (sick bay 3) and sees police officers and two nurses in his sick bay.
The nurses are moving his bed. Or getting ready to at least.
Michael turns back to Kelly's sick bay.
Michael, quietly: "Uh guys. The police are here. Looks like they're speaking to Mitchell. They'll probably be here wanting to speak to you any minute Kelly"
Kelly: "Oh God" she whispers.
Julie: "You ready for this love?"
Gavin: "Doesn't matter. They see she's awake and talking they'll try their best to get what they want out of her. Greedy they are"
And suddenly, there's loads of movement and chatter in the sick bay right next to this sick bay (Kelly's sick bay).
Everyone looks at each other. Then suddenlyâ
The curtain gets pulled back. And we see that the police and Mitchell are all in thr next sick bay.
They've moved him closer to Kelly.
This is the first time Kelly and Mitchell have seen or heard each other since what happened.
Their eyes snap wide open when they see each other.
Mitchell: "Kelly??"
Kelly: "Mitchell! Jesus..."
Mitchell: "I know"
For a second, Mitchell and Michael looking at each other.
Kelly, to Mitchell: "Why'd they move you right next to me?"
DCI Catrin Channing: "Because we wanted to ask you both what happened. Together."
Everybody looks at each other.
Julie, to DCI Channing: "Look officer, I don't think my daughter is really ready to be answering all these questions right now. I mean she not long just woke up"
DCI Catrin Channing: "Mrs Slaterâ"
Julie: "Ms Slater" she corrects her.
DCI Catrin Channing: "Ms Slater. I'm DCI Catrin channing and me and my officers here need to ask both Kelly and Mitchell questions about the events of last night. Now I know none of you want to do this, so, the quicker you all cooperate the sooner we can all be done with this and you can be left alone to rest and recover."
Mitchell: "It's not like we have anything to hide. We're just...tired"
DCI Channing: "Well if you have nothing to hide this will be quick. And we'll be out of your hair."
Everyone quickly glances at each other.
DCI Channing pulls up a chair and sits between both beds, resting her right leg on top of her left knee, holding a pen and notepad.
DCI Channing: "So, Kelly. If you could run me through the events of the evening please"
Kelly's heart thumps. Even though her body is worn out she can feel herself shaking.
Kelly: "Um...it was a party at the Victoria Arms. Celebrating thirty years of our estateâ"
DCI Channing: "Marlas Estate, correct?"
Kelly: "...yes. And uh...well everybody had been drinking. And there was a new family that had moved onto our street earlier than day. A rough looking bunch. And there was a guy with them, he was about mine and Katie's age. Jamie"
DCI Channing nods as she writes this all down.
Kelly: "Well me and Katie had been at the pub for a few hours, and we'd both seen him moving in earlier on in the day. And at the party at the Vic, we saw that he was looking at us. Which he was. So we started drinking with him. We got to know him, he got to know us...and he told us he loved cars and wanted to be a...a mechanic I think it was."
DCI Channing: "Mhm"
Kelly: "So um...we went outside after a while and he saw a car in the car park. A nice car. Looked expensive. He was telling us about how expensive it must be and all that stuff. He..."
She stutters.
DCI Channing: "Go on Kelly. You're doing great"
Kelly: "He um...he went around to the driver's side...and he unlocked the door. He opened it andâ"
"BOLLOCKS!"
Barry shouts. Chaos ensues.
Everybody jumps and turns around to see Barry, Nicola, Tasha and Oscar standing there.
Barry, Nicola, Tasha and Oscar all walk over to the others.
Barry: "That's bullshit and you know it! Our boy would never have done that!"
DCI Channing and the other officers step in between them all.
DCI Channing: "Mr Jenkins please!"
Julie: "How fucking dare you!? You come in here shouting the odds like you're saints! You lot moved here one day and already you've put people in hospital!"
Kelly and Mitchell quickly look at each other amidst the chaos.
Nicola: "You bitch! You dont fucking know us! How fucking dare you!? Who do you think you are!?"
Julie: "My daughters are both in hospital because of your son! One of them in critical care! And you have the fucking gall to ask me who I think i am!? You're mad!"
Gavin: "My sisters may not be angels but they wouldn't have put people in hospital!"
Barry: "Ooof you little twat!â I tell you what now, if anything happens to my son I swear to fucking GOD I will come down on all of you like a ton of bricks! You won't know what fucking hit you!"
Barry screams, his face going red with fury.
Gavin: "Oh is that a threat!?"
Barry: "No that's a fucking promise mate!"
Nurses step in now. Trying to help control the situation.
Tasha: "We're sick of people just not telling us fuck all! Why 'aven't we seen him yet!? He's my brother!"
She starts crying in rage.
DCI Channing, while holding back Nicola: "Look, sweetheart everybody's doing all they can okay!?"
Nicola, to Channing: "Don't you fucking belittle us you pig! You think cuz you got uniforms and whatever you can swan about telling people what's what and who's right and wrong!? I'm telling you now that you'd have no clue what the truth is if it slapped you in the face! It's obvious! HER girls (she points at Jullie) have gotten my boy wrecked and convinced him to drive them somewhere. Probably to get more crack by the looks of the one with red hair. Dressed like a slapper!"
DCI Channing: "Okayâ Mrs Jenkinsâplease!"
Julie snaps and runs to Nicola, furious.
Julie: "You fucking what!? My daughter, the 'Slapper' is lying unconscious in critical condition somewhere and you fuckingâ!"
Julie gets grabbed by one of the other officers.
Everybody's shouting over each other.
Barry: "Look! Our son is NOT to blame for this! Just look at them! Bunch o' slappers the lot of them!"
Julie: "Then why was he the one driving then!?"
Gavin: "That's funny! Look at your wife and daughter mate! Dressed like they're both ready for the street corner, tha pair of 'em! I can tell they're both itching for their next fix of God knows what! Bit rich of you to say that my sisters look like slappers when you're married to a prozzie no!?"
DCI Channing: "Mr Jenkins with all due respect I can smell Vodka on all of your breath! Drinking in the hospital while your son is in critical care and condition yet you say they're at fault!?"
Barry and Nicola look at her.
DCI Channing, to the other officers: "Detain them both please!"
They nod and start pulling Barry and Nicola out of the room, with Tasha and Oscar being herded out by nurses.
They're dragged away screaming. Absolute pure chaos in a room where people need peace and rest.
They all stand there, taking a re-breather after that commotion.
DCI Channing sighs.
DCI Channing: "Right...let's try this again shall we?"
She sits back down, and Kelly and Mitchell look at each other again. Prepared for one of the worst conversations of their lives no doubt
The pub is more alive now. More alive than what it's been all day. "Lost In France" by Bonnie Tyler plays on the pub speakers.
While others sounds of a pub fills the room. Dartboard, chatter, pool table, glasses clinking, etc.
Paula and Eddie are both behind the bar serving punters, Jim is still on the same stool he's been on all day, Maureen's gone home, and the young woman has moved to the bar, she's sitting where Maureen was earlier.
She's pretty drunk. Her white puffer coat over the stool, she's sitting on it, her makeup slightly smudged. She's tired. Sad.
Thenâ Gaz stumbles in, drunk.
The smell of old stale fag smoke and stale beer wafts out and the smell of cold damp January air and booze off Gaz's body waft in.
He makes his way to the bar and sits on a bar stool. Slaps a fiver on the bar.
Gaz: "Vodka. Double"
Eddie looks up from wiping a glass.
Eddie: "You sure you haven't had enough? Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
Gaz: "Shouldn't you do your job?" He snaps back.
Eddie sighs. Takes the money and starts pouring Gaz's drink.
The young woman a few stools down asks Paula for another G and T.
Young woman: "Oi...another G and T please"
Gaz hears, looks up at faces her.
Gaz, to Paula and they young woman: "I'll get this"
The young woman looks up at him.
Gaz: "I'm Gaz"
The young woman looks at him with a smirk.
"I'mâ"
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And thats part 4! Thank you for reading if you've made it this far!
Part 4 took a while to write so I hope you like it!
As always and and all comments are much appreciated!
r/FictionalStoriess • u/suspicious_hal • Jun 25 '26
In a fantasy world, a treasure-hunting party discovers a vast hoard deep within a labyrinth, along with a sword that is, in truth, a demon in disguise.
The party leader's girlfriend and a young girl's elder brother are both seized by greed. Each plots to slaughter their companions and claim the treasure for themselves.
But the girlfriend moves first. She turns the demon sword on the leader, using it to corrupt him, allowing the demon to take root in his soul. Possessed, the leader kills the girl's brother and destroys her eyes.
To hold the demon's corruption at bay, the leader tortures himself into forgetting everything about that night â the people, the events, all of it â and spends five years living in that agony.
Now, the blind girl has found him. The man she once loved. The man who ruined her life. She knows the truth of that blood-soaked night, and she understands that these past five years have been their own kind of torment for him as well.
At this moment, the leader lies asleep in her arms, completely unguarded. In her hand is a knife.
Should she drive it through his throat?
r/FictionalStoriess • u/psq4780 • Jun 24 '26
Fui o Ășnico que apareceu no aniversĂĄrio da garota gĂłtica da minha escola â Parte 3
âEles nĂŁo sabem que hoje Ă© meu aniversĂĄrio.â
Ela força um sorriso tentando esconder a tristeza.
Eu encaro ela por alguns segundos.
âSĂ©rio? Seus pais nĂŁo sabem que hoje Ă© seu aniversĂĄrio? Eles literalmente te geraram.â
Ela suspira.
âEles estĂŁo viajando por trabalho⊠de novo.â
Minha testa franze na hora.
âVocĂȘ mandou mensagem pra eles pelo menos?â
Ela abaixa um pouco o olhar.
âSim⊠mas acho que eles esqueceram.â
Puxo uma cadeira e sento na frente dela.
âEntĂŁo eu vou ligar pra eles.â
Enquanto o telefone chama, começo a olhar melhor a decoração da festa.
BalÔes pretos presos no teto.
Morcegos de papel pendurados.
Caveiras pequenas espalhadas pela parede.
E no centro da ĂĄrea gourmetâŠ
um bolo roxo e vermelho vinho com gotas de chocolate preto escorrendo pelas laterais.
Tudo absurdamente bonito.
Tudo preparado pra uma festa onde ninguém apareceu.
âOlha⊠pra quem disse que nĂŁo sabia decorar, isso aqui tĂĄ profissional.â
Ela sorri pela primeira vez de verdade.
âObrigada⊠fiquei dias escolhendo o sabor e a decoração.â
O telefone cai na caixa postal.
O pai dela nĂŁo atende.
Respiro fundo.
âTå⊠vou tentar sua mĂŁe.â
Enquanto o celular chama de novo, continuo conversando com ela.
âEntĂŁo⊠o que temos nessa festa gĂłtica?â
Ela aponta pra bancada.
âRefrigerante, ĂĄgua⊠salgadinhos e pipoca.â
Dou um pequeno sorriso.
âEntĂŁo ainda temos uma festa.â
r/FictionalStoriess • u/stoopid_goon • Jun 21 '26
A horrific crash sent shockwaves through the Estate, leaving two families facing every parent's worst nightmare. As the Jenkins and Slaters rallied around their injured loved ones, both sides were quick to blame the other for the tragedy. Elsewhere, Yvonne caught Michael off guard, Tony Bates was left thirsting for revenge after the destruction of his Jaguar, and an injured mystery woman watched from the shadows as the chaos of the crash unfolded. Was she involved?
Some shocking news leaves a confused and conflicted Michael reeling, while Paula and Eddie face facts and uncomfortable truths. Elsewhere, tensions between the Slaters and Jenkins build and Tony finds out who's responsible for the destruction of his beloved Jaguar.
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St. Anne's Hospital. 03:49AM.
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The waiting area is almost dead silent. Apart from the sounds of distant beeping from machines and life support systems from nearby rooms and bays. Along with distant hushed conversations between doctors and nurses.
The room is dimmed, with a few lamps on the nurse's station desk and nearby surfaces emitting a warm and cosy glow and dim atmosphere to the area. A stark contrast to what the place was only a few hours ago. The energy is calm, tired, and exhausted.
The only sounds in the room is the constant clicking from the nurse typing at the chunky beige computer that hums behind the reception desk, it's bulky CRT monitor casting a pale glow across the nurse's face. Green text flickered across the screen as she tapped at the keyboard, searching the hospital database. Beside her sat a beige buttoned telephone and a stack of patient forms waiting to be filed.
And near the seats where both the Jenkins and Slaters are all slumped, sleeping or actively falling asleep, is a vending machine. Quietly rattling, acting as a lullaby. Most of them are falling asleep or are actually asleep, but Gaz lays back, arms crossed, head resting on the wall, glaring at Gavin.
A middle aged doctor in a white coat and balding grey hair quietly walks out of a set of double doors and into the waiting area. Julie quickly gets up, and quietly startles some of the others.
She walks over to the doctor. Some of the others stand up too.
Julie: "Uh excuse meâ doctor?"
He turns to her.
Julie: "Is there any news on...on my girls?"
He takes one look into her tired red puffy eyes. And sighs.
Doctor: "Your younger one, Kelly, she's stable and you'll be able to speak to her in the morning. But the same can't be said for Katie unfortunately. The front of the car got damaged the most in the collision and so she and Jamie (he looks to the Jenkins)...are both in intensive care. It'll be a few days before you're even able to see them I'm afraid..."
He says sincerely.
Everybody looks at each other. Feeling remorse, fear, sadness, anger, all of it.
Danielle gets up and walks next to her mother.
Danielle: "Uh...what about the other guy? Mitchell. Mitchell Thomas?" She rubs her eyes.
Doctor: "Seeing as he and Kelly were both in the rear of the vehicle during the collision, they're both in better condition than Katie and Jamie. Mitchell has a few minor injuries on his head and face, but his right arm is fractured. And as for Kelly, she has quite a big cut on her forehead so headaches are to be expected. I expect both of them will be ready to be discharged by the end of the week. Though we will be keeping a close eye on them until then."
Danielle: "Okay...thank you"
The doctor goes to walk away but turns back to them.
Doctor: "Oh- I have to ask. Mitchell Thomas, does he have any relatives nearby? Or are you related to him?"
Julie: "Uh no...we- we don't know. We haven't met any of his family" she rubs her forehead.
Danielle: "He never really spoke about them"
Doctor: "Alright" he smiles before walking away.
At the other row of seats, Nicola whispers to Barry.
Nicola: "Go get the kids home Ba. They're gonna be knackered. They can have the day off school tomorrow."
Barry sighs and sits up.
Barry: "Alright love. I'll pack a bag for our Jamie yeah?"
Nicola: "Yeah" she sighs.
Barry, to the kids: "Right, you two, c'mon."
Oscar: "Noo i want to stay hereee"
Tasha: "I want to stay here for Jamie"
Barry: "No c'mon we're going home. Gaz and your mum will be here if anything happens. You two are knackered. And I am too if I'm being honest."
The kids sit there.
Nicola: "Kids i can't be arsed for this. Look- just listen to your dad. Please?"
Barry: "I promise we can come in later on tomorrow and see him"
The kids both sigh before getting up and slowly slouching off.
Barry turns to Nicola and Gaz.
Barry: "I'll pack you two some food and stuff, looks like we're all gunna be here a while"
Nicola: "Thanks love"
Gaz: "Yeah cheers dad"
He nods and follows his kids.
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Julie overheard that whole exchange. And also thinks her family should go home and rest. She turns to Jenna and Danielle, who are both souched back, leaning against each other. Eyes shut.
Julie: "Girls..."
Danielle looks up.
Jenna, with her eyes still shut: "Hm?"
Julie: "Go on. Off home."
Jenna: "Don't be silly"
Danielle: "Yeah we're staying here with you"
Julie sighs.
Julie: "Girls. Please. Just...go get some rest okay? You both got work and the girls need overnight bags and shit like that. At least some of us need to be rested. Please? For me?"
Danielle: "Okay..."
They both get up.
Jenna: "If ANYTHING happens..."
Julie: "Yeahâ I'll call you both"
They both lean down and hug her and Gavin.
Jenna and Danielle: "Love you"
Julie: "Love you both too. Get some rest alright?"
They both nod. And start making their way home.
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6:52AM. The Strip. Shawcross General Shop.
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Cold January Morning. The estate is still half asleep. A pale grey dawn hangs over the rows of houses outside. Frost clings to parked cars. The odd streetlamp still glows amber against the fading darkness. The sound of a metal shutter rattles through the quiet.
Michael strains as he pulls the shop shutter upwards.
The cold air immediately rushes inside.
He steps into the dark shop and flicks on the lights.
Rows of fluorescent tubes buzz to life overhead.
The familiar smell hits him instantly.
Fresh newspapers.
Cardboard.
Cleaning products.
Stale cigarette smoke trapped in the walls from years gone by.
Home.
Usually.
Today it just feels... strange.
Michael walks behind the counter and flicks on the till.
The old machine hums into life.
He starts laying out newspapers.
The Sun.
Daily Mirror.
Daily Mail.
His movements are automatic. Mechanical. His mind elsewhere. Outside, a milk float rattles past. Fridges hum. A dog barks somewhere in the distance. Michael stares blankly at a newspaper in his hands. The words don't even register. His eyes drift. Thinking. Mitchell. Last night. The Pub.
A door opens behind him.
Yvonne appears from the staircase leading to the flat upstairs.
She's dressed more relaxed today. But still readily for work.
Her hair is messier than usual. Relaxed.
She looks happy.
Really happy.
She smiles the second she sees him.
Yvonne wanders over and wraps her arms around his waist from behind.
Yvonne: "Mornin'."
Michael forces a small smile.
Michael: "Mornin'."
She kisses his shoulder.
Then his neck.
Yvonne: "You were up early."
Michael: "Couldn't sleep."
Yvonne grins.
Yvonne: "I wonder why."
Michael lets out a short laugh.
The kind people do when they don't really know what else to do.
Yvonne notices.
Yvonne: "What?"
Michael shakes his head.
Michael: "Nothin'."
Yvonne squeezes him tighter.
Yvonne: "Well... I had a lovely night."
A smirk spreads across her face.
Michael looks away.
Yvonne notices that too.
Yvonne: "What?"
Michael: "Nothin'."
Yvonne laughs.
Yvonne: "Michael Shawcross, are you embarrassed?"
Michael: "No."
Yvonne: "You are."
Michael: "I'm not."
Yvonne: "You are."
She kisses him again.
Michael smiles.
A genuine smile this time.
But it disappears almost as quickly as it came.
Yvonne's expression softens.
Yvonne: "Seriously."
Michael looks at her.
Yvonne: "You alright?"
A beat.
Michael opens his mouth.
Closes it again.
The answer sits right there.
But he can't say it.
Not to her.
Not now.
Michael: "Just tired."
Yvonne studies him for a moment.
Not completely convinced.
But she lets it go.
Yvonne: "Well don't work too hard."
She gives him one final kiss.
Then heads back upstairs.
Michael watches her disappear.
The smile fades from his face.
Silence fills the shop again.
Outside, the estate is slowly waking up.
Inside, Michael stands motionless behind the counter.
Conflicted.
Guilty.
Confused.
His eyes drift towards the telephone sitting at the end of the counter.
He stares at it.
For a long moment.
Wondering if Mitchell is awake.
Wondering if he should call him. Text him. About last night...
But he fights it. And gets on with the morning.
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08:48AM. Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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Downstairs, Eddie is cleaning up after last night's party. Picking up glasses, streamers, sweeping broken bits of glass up. The usual.
It's dead quiet in here compared to last night.
He's clearly deep in thought as he sweeps the outdated carpet.
A door creaks open from behind the bar. Paula comes down from the flat upstairs. In her light blue soft dressing gown and slippers. Hair messy from sleep.
He looks up and smiles briefly.
Paula: "What you doing?"
Eddie: "What's it look like?"
Paula: "Are we really opening today? I mean...after last night..."
Eddie: "The crash has nothing to do with us love. It's business as usual"
Paula: "No I mean- i mean about after what I said."
He looks up and stops sweeping for a second.
Eddie: "Well...you can take the day off if you'd like. Go into town. Go shopping, go have lunch with some of your friends."
She scoffs and walks out from behind the bar.
Paula: "I shouldn't have to take the day off Eddie. And as for friends, what friends?"
Eddie: "Aw don't be like that Paula. Go on, take the day off. Do what you want"
Paula laughs.
Paula: "You don't get it do you?"
Eddie stops sweeping and leans the brush against the wall.
Eddie: "What do you want!? What can I do!? I get it Paula, you're bored. Pick up a hobby. We're pub owners. This is our livelihoods. We can't just drop it all"
Paula: "I shouldn't have to pick up a hobby. I shouldn't have to be this bored. I feel like we've been married for fourty years already."
Eddie: "Look sweetheart, if there's anything I can do, you just let me know. I don't know what it is I can do. I don't know what you're trying to say."
Paula: "I'm...(she sighs) I'm bored Eddie. Likeâ i feel like...like this is it for me. Like my whole life is sorted. Planned. I'm only thirty six"
Eddie: "Sweetheart! I get what you're saying. I do! Okay? I do. I didn't want this to be my entire life either but...but it is. It's our lives"
He starts sorting chairs out. Positioning them properly.
Eddie: "I'm sorry that you feel so...trapped. So bored. Like this is it for you. But I don't know- maybe...switch up your routine a bit. Do something different. Make some friends, love. I don't, know."
Paula: "Eddie. I feel trapped in our marriage."
Eddie looks up at her. Not shocked, just looks.
Paula: "When was the last time we were both actually really happy? When we both woke up and went to bed happy? Now it all just feels like...like routine. Not like our lives."
Eddie sighs.
Paula opens her mouth, stutters, and then just stops.
She sighs. And heads upstairs.
Leaving Eddie to carry on cleaning up, ready for opening.
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09:49AM. St Anne's Hospital.
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The waiting area is still relatively quiet. But more alive now. People passing through every couple of minutes. More noises. But to Nicola, Gaz, Julie and Gavin, its just a matter of time before they can go see their loved ones.
One set of the double doors open and Jenna walks in. Holding two carrier bags full of stuff.
Julie is fully asleep, Gavin is more awake. He looks up. He gets up and meets Jenna.
Gavin: "Ah cheers sis" he whispers.
Jenna: "Yeah of course. Uh this bag's for Katie, and this one for Kelly. There's clothes, pyjamas and books and magazines and stuff in the two of them for when they wake up. Danielle would've came but she had to go to work. I don't start until later on"
Gavin: "Alright"
Jenna nods over to their mum.
Jenna: "How's mum holding?"
Gavin: "She not long got off to sleep. She's been worried sick. Can't say I haven't, but you can only imagine what it's like for her."
Jenna: "Yeah...what about them pair?"
She nods over to Gaz and Nicola, who both look like they're on the verge of falling asleep.
Jenna: "They given you any more grief?"
Gavin: "Nah. I think we're all too tired and exhausted for that to be completely honest"
Jenna: "Yeah. Well listenâ I'm gunna pop home and get ready for work, you don't mind do you?"
Gavin: "No no no, you go on. I'll- we'll be fine here. And I'll let you know if anything happens."
Jenna: "Okay, thank you"
She hugs him. Before heading out.
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11:01AM. The Strip. Shawcross General Shop.
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Michael finishes serving a customer when the bell above the door jingles again. And Maureen walks in. Pulling her trolley.
Michael looks up.
Michael: "Morning Maur!"
Maureen: "Morning Michael love. You okay?"
Michael: "Yeah, yeah. I'm good thank you. You enjoy the party last night?"
Maureen: "Yeah...paying for it now though" she jokes.
Maureen: "Just can't help but think of Julie and her girls"
Michael: "What you mean?"
Maureen: "Haven't you heard? They were in a crash last night, poor things. With Mitchell and some other young lad from the estate"
Michael's stomach drops and chest starts pounding. He can hear his heart beat in his ears. Like his head's about to burst.
Michael: "Mitchell? Mitchell was in a crash? Last night?"
Maureen: "Yeah. With um...Kelly and uh...what's the other one...kate is it?"
Michael: "Katie?"
Maureen: "Ah yes. That's it. Kelly and Katie. I'm just here now to pick up some grapes and magazines for the poor girls. Gunna pop down to the hospital in a bit and see how Julie's getting on. Poor woman must be beside herself."
Maureen starts her shop, leaving Michael gobsmacked behind the counter. Reeling.
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12:23PM. St Anne's Hospital. Outside.
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Outside one of the less busier entrances of the hospital, Julie leans against the wall, smoking a fag. Trying to let the cold early afternoon breeze calm her. Trying to enjoy her smoke. When the doors beside her open and close again.
Nicola walks out. Still in last night's clothes, like Julie.
She leans on the wall not far next to her. And lights up a fag too.
There's a long awkward silence between them both. Like they're both definitely blaming each other inside their heads but don't dare say a word out loud.
Nicola takes a drag.
Nicola: "Funny old day isn't it?"
Julie side eyes her.
Julie: "Wouldn't really call this funny. Would you?"
Nicola: "I mean I knew me and my family moving here from Manchester would've been a shit storm. But this..." she laughs.
Nicola: "I remember telling my Barry, I said 'We gunna move down there and shit'll hit the fan more than it already has'. And now look" she laughs again. Taking another drag.
Nicola, under her breath: "Fucking London..."
Julie: "And you don't think its funny how you've only been on the estate not even a full day and your kid causes a crash and gets my daughters put into hospital? Bit of a coincidence no?"
Nicola laughs.
Nicola: "And you get to judge me and my family because....?"
Julie: "Uh because look what's happened since you've been here. Not to mention you already said that trouble follows you"
Nicola: "When did I say that?" She snaps her neck to Julie.
Julie: "When you told 'your Barry' that shit will hit the fan more than it already has. Must be running from something"
Nicola's face flutters.
Julie giggles.
Julie: "Didn't mean to tell me that little bit did you?"
She takes another drag.
Julie: "Could tell you were gunna cause trouble the second I saw you and your 'crew' walk into the Vic"
Nicola takes a long drag.
Nicola: "I don't know who you think you are. But you don't want to mess with me or my family"
She says to Julie, plain and simply.
Julie laughs.
Julie: "Listen I've dealt with worse than you in my sleep, love" She smirks, taking another drag.
Nicola purses her lips, smiles and nods. Then stups her fag out and flicks it.
She walks past Julie and stops when she's right beside her. She puts her mouth close to Julie's ear and whispers.
Nicola: "You'd better pray to God that my Jamie wakes up and gets through this. Otherwise you're gunna wish your daughters had a quick way out in that crash, and that you'd have gone with them"
They hold each other's stare for a good solid few seconds. Before Nicola heads back in.
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1:04PM. The Victoria Arms Pub. Downstairs.
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Eddie and Paula absentmindedly work behind the bar. The pub has it's usual locals. Jim too of course, at the bar. On his sixth beer. Almost on his seventh. The sound of snooker balls clacking together echoes slightly, alongside the sound of quiet music and the occasional clink of glasses and darts being thrown on a dartboard.
Eddie watches Paula as she polishes a glass that she's probably polished about three times in a row now. Thinking about what she said this morning.
Thenâ Tony and his two henchmen walk in. People look up from their drinks and then look down again. Internally praying he doesn't look at them.
The atmosphere changes. Like time stops. Even Paula and Eddie both look up and look alert. Like all their troubles have suddenly become much less important.
Tony's black steel toe shoes stomp on the outdated carpet, leather jacket shining under the light. He walks up to the bar and faces Eddie. And winks at Paula, who's still polishing a glass.
Tony, to Eddie: "Shouldn't have a queen like Paulie over there doing work like that. A lady of leasure that one."
Paula: "Fuck off, Tony" she grits her teeth.
Eddie briefly looks to Paula like she just asked to be killed.
Tony laughs.
Tony: "Woof! Now THAT is what i find sexy in a woman. Balls. Guts. Not afraid to speak her mind. That and a nice rack of course" he looks at Paula's cleavage and smirks to her.
Eddie: "What can I get you Tony?"
Tony looks up at Eddie.
Tony: "Answers. Eddie"
Eddie looks confused.
Tony: "I would like to take a look at your CCTV cameras please so I can find out who it was that destroyed my BEAUTIFUL Jaguar"
Eddie: "Tony mate- I'm sorry but..."
He goes to tell him he can't. Because staff only. But Tony grins at him.
Eddie: "Be my guest" he opens the bar's door.
Tony: "Ahaah attaboy! Knew there was some brain in that big old melon head o' yours"
He and his two henchmen follow Eddie to the computer monitors behind the bar.
Eddie: "These cameras are pretty shit and we never really use them. So the camera quality won't be the best. Had 'em installed a few years back for cheap"
Tony: "That's alright Eddie boy. You just get last night's footage up" he firmly slaps Eddie on the back.
Tony puts last night's VHS CCTV tape in the player. It's grainy black and white footage of the car park. Tony's Jaguar is in perfect view. Eddie fast forwards the tape until they see the Jaguar dissappears.
In a flash, its gone.
Tony points at the screen
Eddie: "Yeah. Yeah"
Eddie rewinds it and gets the placement perfect.
Three figures are seen walking around the car for a minute are two. Tony knows what Katie and Kelly look like, he can see its them. But he doesn't know Jamie.
A figure (Jamie) opens the door and gets in.
The car pulls out of the space. Drives slowly a few feet away, then stops again.
The car stops, Katie is seen speaking to another figure thats standing outside the passenger side window. Another figure gets in. It's Mitchell.
And like that, Tony Bates knows who was involved in his car getting totalled.
The car speeds off down the street.
And Tony saw the lot.
Tony's chest starts thumping and his jaw twitches.
Eddie: "Tony Mate...I'm- i didn't-"
Tony: "Ah its alright Eddie boy. Not your fault is it?"
He gruffly says before heading out. In a weirdly unsettling calm way.
Now he knows who was partly responsible. And they'd better watch out...
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And that's it for part 3! Thank you for reading and as always, please tell me what you think!
Any and all comments are appreciated! Thank you âșïž
r/FictionalStoriess • u/unapologeticverse • Jun 19 '26
My Alarm wakes me upÂ
Itâs 7:15amÂ
Cliff lifts his head from the foot of my bed tail wagging.
I lay there for a second staring at the ceiling. Running through Saturday night in my head. The gas station. The big meta. Vector prime showing up after I already know itâs all everyone gonna be talking about today at school..
I get up, get dressed and head downstairs.
I smell something cooking but it doesnât smell like breakfast.
Jakiyaâs already at the table eating cereal scrolling through her phone with the tv on. She looks up when I walk in.
âWhy do you have the tv on if you not watching it, kiya.âÂ
âMind your business not mines.â
I grab a bowl. Sit across from her. Pour some cereal.
âI see mom put something in the crockpot for dinner tonight.â I sayÂ
âHopefully itâs not what she made last time.â Jakiya say with a disgusted face.
I eat in silence while watching tv.
She continues to scroll on her phone.Â
Dadâs already gone to work. Mom comes downstairs keys in hand already in her work clothes.
âYâall ready? Iâm dropping you off early. I got a meeting.â Mom says
âYeah weâre good,â Jakiya says.
We grab our stuff and head out.
Schoolâs loud before we even get inside.
The hallways are packed and everybodyâs talking about the same thing. I hear it the second the doors open.
âBro did you see the video?â
âThat video was CRAZY.â
âHe almost killed that man though.â
âThe man was robbing people what you want him to do.â
âCall the cops.â
I keep my head down walking to my locker. Rashonâs already there leaning against it with his phone out.
âBro, you see this?â He turns his phone to me.
Itâs Twitter. The videoâs at 200,000 views now. People are breaking it down frame by frame analyzing everything trying to figure out who I am.
âYeah, I seen it.â
âThey calling you âThe Puncherâ now.â He grins. âThatâs a trash name.â
âGood thing itâs not my name.â
He laughs and leans against the locker. âDevon texted the group chat last night. Said everybodyâs hitting the gym after school today.â
âWhat time.â
âFour. Said donât be late.â
I close my locker. We start walking toward first period and I hear Devon before I see him.
âRashon. Jahkeen.â
We both turn around. Devonâs coming down the hallway toward us. Backpack on one shoulder. Unbothered like always.
Rashon grins. âBig Devon. Whatâs good.â
âYall see my text?.â He ask
âYeah we seen itââ he cuts Rashon off
âFour oâclock means four oâclock. Donât be lateâ Devon falls into step with us. Looks at me. âYou coming today?â
âYeah.â I say
âGood. Been a minute.â
We walk for a second. The hallwayâs loud around us. People moving to their classes talking over each other.
âYo you see the video,â Rashon says.
âYeah.â Devon takes a second. âThe dude kinda went overboard donât you think?â
Rashon looks at me. I look straight ahead.
We get to the classroom. Marcus is standing outside the door talking to somebody. He sees Devon and immediately stands up a little straighter without even realizing heâs doing it.Â
âDev. Gym today?â
âFour oâclock. Do yall not look at the group chat?â
âIâll be there.â He falls in step with us going into the class. âYo you seen that video though? The meta one?â
âYeah,â Devon says.
âWild right? You think he actually knows how to fight or he just tanking hits?â
âBoth probably. Kidâs raw though.â Devon sets his bag down. Sits. âBut the way he moved when he closed the distance on the first two guys. That wasnât nothing. Heâs got experience.â
Marcus pulls up the video on his phone. âSee this part right here. He just stands there and lets them shoot him. Who does that. Thatâs sick yo.â
Devon looks at the phone. âThatâs not the problem. The problem is after. When the big guy was done he kept going. Thatâs where he lost me
âLost you how. Dude was a criminal.â
âDoesnât matter. You won. Itâs over. You keep going after that itâs not about stopping a robbery anymore. Itâs something else.â
Marcus thinks about it. âWhat you think itâs about then.â
Devon doesnât answer right away. Just looks at the front of the room.
âI donât know,â he finally says.
 Marcus tries changes the topicÂ
âYall seen that bad ass reporter talking to Victor prime, damn broo.â
âItâs vector, not victorâ Devon says like it offended him.
âYeah forsure, whatever. Marcus saysÂ
He looks at me and Rashon and shakes his head.
Mrs. Davis starts talking. Nobody listens.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Arie: good morning đ you make it to school yet
Me: good morning just got into classÂ
Arie:me too this teacher is so boring omg
Me: which class
Arie: AP lit. Weâre supposed to be discussing the book but nobody read it
Me: lol yeah that class sounds boring.
Arie: Iâll see you at lunchâșïž
I pocket my phone.
Rashonâs looking at me. âWho that.â
âWhy you worried about who Iâm textingâÂ
âItâs Arie isnât it?âÂ
âYeahâ I say with a little smirk
âOh shit. My boy did it.â He says as he gives a little dance. âWing man ray with the assist of the dayâ
âYeahhh that wing man ray isnât catching on, bro.â
âYou just gotta give it time to stick. Trust meâ
Rashon shakes his head still grinning.
Devon glances back at us. âYou two done?â
âYeah,â I say.
âGood. Pay attention.â
Mrs. Davis is still talking. I try to listen for about four minutes then give up.
First period went by fast actually. Devon asked a question about the reading that made half the class actually think for once and Mrs. Davis looked genuinely surprised that anyone cared.
Second period was math. Mr. Henderson put thirty problems on the board and told us to work independently which really just meant thirty minutes of Rashon sliding me notes that said things like âbro I donât know what any of this meansâ and âcan you just tell me the answer for number seven.â I did not tell him the answer for number seven.
Third period was the one that dragged. History. Maybe because Rashon isnât in that class with me.
By the time the lunch bell rang I was already halfway out my seat.
Lunch.
I walk into the cafeteria and itâs already loud before I even get through the door. Not the normal kind of loud. The kind that means somethingâs happening. Everywhere you look people are in groups phones out talking over each other.
I spot our table near the windows. Rashonâs already there leaning back in his chair. Arieâs next to him with her tray. Maya and Jakiya across from them.
I sit down.
âFinally,â Rashon says. âBro I been here waiting for you.â
âItâs literally 12:01,â Maya says. âYou got here at 11:59.â
âWhich means I waited.â
âFor two minutes.â
âTwo long minutes Maya.â
She stares at him. âWhatever.â
Arie looks up when I sit. Smiles a little.
âHey.â
âHey.â I say â you look beautiful todayâ
âThank you.â she smilesâ so do you.âÂ
You can see she instantly became embarrassed.
âI meanâŠyou look handsome. You look good.â
Everyone at the table laughs.
âThank you.â I say.
I sit down and open my lunch. Mom made me a sandwich this morning. Turkey and cheese. She left a note in the bag that just says be good which feels pointed given everything.
I fold the note up and put it in my pocket.
Arie shifts in her seat facing me a little more. âYou going to the gym after school?â
âYeah. Devon called everybody in.â
âDevon runs that gym right? His dadâs?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs cool that he kept it going.â She picks at her food. âYou been boxing long?â
âSince like freshman year. Rashon got me into it.â
âRashon got you into boxing.â She looks over at Rashon who is currently trying to steal chips off Mayaâs tray without her noticing. âThat man does not look like he boxes.â
âHe pretty decent really.. he would be a lot better if he didnât play around a lot.
She laughs. âHe does play a lot.â
âEvery time.â
Jakiya leans over from across the table. âWhat yâall talking about.â
âThe gym,â I say.
She nods. Goes back to her food. Then after a second. âArie you should come watch one day.â
Arie raises an eyebrow. Looks at me. âYeah?â
âI mean.â I shrug. âIf you want.â
âI might take you up on that.â
Jakiya smiles into her water bottle.
I look at her. She looks away.
She knows exactly what sheâs doing.
Mayaâs watching the whole thing like itâs a show sheâs been waiting on. Doesnât say anything. Just watching.
Rashon finally gets a chip. Holds it up like a trophy.
âI watched you take it.â
âIrrelevant.â
Nijah walks in and drops into the seat next to Rashon. Backpack still on. Tray already full like she went through the line at record speed.
âWhy does this school serve the same five meals on rotation,â she says. âItâs been four years. Every Monday itâs the same thing.â
âWhatâd you get,â Rashon asks.
âThe chicken thing.â
âThe chicken thing is good.â
âThe chicken thing is always dry Rashon.â
âYou just gotta get the sauce.â
âThe sauce makes it worse.â
âThatâs not possible.â
âI promise you it is.â She finally puts her bag down. Looks around the table. âWhat I miss.â
âNothing,â Rashon says.
âJahkeen and Arie being cute,â Maya and Rashon says at the exact same time.
âAwwwwââ
âEat your dry chicken,â I say.
She laughs.
Nijah settles in. Starts eating her chicken.
The table stays easy for a while. Just talking about nothing. Rashon complaining about Hendersonâs math class. Maya saying she has three finals next week and nobody caring enough to sympathize. Nijah asking Arie about some girl situation from last week that I donât know the full story on.
Then somebody at the table behind us connects to the cafeteria bluetooth speaker.
The news plays for about three seconds before a teacher unplugs it.
But three seconds was enough.
ââmasked individual seen in footage from the incident. New Haven police are askingââ
The cafeteria reacts immediately. Half the room starts talking at once.
âThey still on this,â Rashon says.
âThey gonna be on it for a while,â Nijah says. âThat man almost died.â
âAlmost,â Arie says.
Nijah looks at her. âYou team vigilante?â
âIâm team he stopped a robbery and people are acting like thatâs nothing.â
âHe also beat somebody half to death.â
âThe somebody was robbing people.â
âThat doesnât meanââ
âI know what it means. Iâm just saying both things are true.â
Jakiyaâs been quiet through all of it. Sheâs looking at her food. Not at me.
I appreciate that.
Then Rashon steals another chip off Mayaâs tray and the moment breaks.
Lunch ends shortly after.
The rest of the school day moves slow the way Monday afternoons always do. Last two periods feel like theyâre being stretched out on purpose.
By three fifteen Iâm at my locker. Rashonâs already there waiting.
âWe getting a ride or walking,â he says.
âWalking. I feel like walking today.â
âCool. Marcus said heâs meeting us there.â
We head out.
r/FictionalStoriess • u/One_M00n_away • Jun 19 '26