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that thing as a mother. Still, it was his fault really. He'd
married the fucking monster and provided her with his
sperm in the first place.
    'Did you really mean it, Dad, when you said that we
could move away soon?'
    Terry unlocked the Range Rover, sat Billie in the front
seat and clicked her seat belt shut. Smiling, he spoke
clearly. 'Listen, Bill, you're not a kid any more and I've
had this planned a while. I know I can trust you and
there's some other stuff I need to tell you as well. Some
of it you might not like. Let's just concentrate on getting
your mother home tonight and then tomorrow I'll take
you out for lunch. We'll go somewhere quiet and I promise
I'll tell you everything.'
    'OK, Dad, but you must tell me the truth. I'm not a
child any more.'
    'You'll get the truth, Princess, I swear.'
    Terry had never felt more humiliated in his whole life
as when he and Dave carried Chelle out from the reception.
He was used to her getting pissed and stacking it.
That was her usual party piece, but to get up on the stage
and make a show of him over the mike. She'd gone too
far this time and he would make sure that she damn well
paid for it.
    To behave like that in front of Billie was unforgivable.
Michelle's days were well and truly numbered.
    Nobody made Terry Keane look a cunt and got away
with it. Nobody!

FOUR
    Waking up the following morning, fully clothed on the
sofa, Chelle had very little recollection of the previous
night's events. She could remember singing with her mates
on the stage, but everything after that was a total blank.
Hearing noises in the kitchen, Chelle wandered out there.
    'All right, Bill? Did you enjoy yourself last night? What
time did we get home?'
    'Are you having a laugh, Mother?' Billie asked sarcastically.
'I was enjoying myself until you decided to make
a complete show of me and Dad and then we had to leave
early.'
    'What do you mean? I can't remember doing anything
wrong. What did I do?'
    Michelle didn't really want to know the answer to her
question, but knew she had to find out. She hated not
remembering and would much rather hear about it from
Billie than from Terry.
    Billie stood with her hands on her hips and looked at
her mother in disgust.
    'I'll tell you what you did, shall I, Mum? You stood at
the front of the stage with the mike in your hand, slagging
off Dad, accusing him of having an affair. Then you
fell flat on your face and had to be carried out of the
reception and I'll tell you something else, Mum, if you
can't remember any of that, you have got a severe problem
and you need to go and have treatment.'
    Chelle felt the tears forming in her eyes, because she
knew it was the truth. Her drinking was well and truly
out of hand, but for one reason or another she would
never admit it. She would rather be dead than be unable
to drink. Opening the fridge, Chelle poured herself a glass
of wine. The thought of facing Terry petrified her, as she
knew by her daughter's reaction that she must have seriously
overstepped the mark this time.
    'Surely you're not drinking again?' Billie said, looking
at her mother in disgust.
    Ignoring the question, Chelle knocked the drink back
in one.
    'Where is your dad, Bill?'
    'He's still in bed and I'd steer well clear of him if I
were you. Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you something.
Did you know that your trousers split as you fell
and everyone at the reception saw your fanny hanging
out?'
    Chelle was mortified and could stand no more. She
had to get out of the house before Terry got up. 'I'm
popping out for a while, Bill,' she said, grabbing her car
keys. She needed to see Hazel and get an exact account
of the previous night's events. She hadn't even had a wash
and was still wearing the outfit she'd had on at the wedding
but she didn't care, she was just desperate to get out of
the house. Noticing the crutch of her trousers was split,
Chelle covered herself with her handbag.
    'Tell your dad I'll be back this afternoon, Bill.'
    'I shouldn't