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yet? She thought. Carol was as lovely as always. Rebecca and Carol had become great friends over the last seven odd years.
Carol was married with two lovely children a boy who was the eldest and a lovely little girl. Both called her ‘Aunty Becs’. It was always Carol who was the primary instigator in their numerous reconciliations’ previously. Not this time she thought and she meant it this time.
Carol had been the individual to collect David from the Police station. She was the person he called when he was arrested and was allowed his one call. Carol started crying down the phone.
“Oh Rebecca, “Carol apologized profusely “I’m so sorry. I’ve given him such a mouthful I can tell you... He’s so sorry”.
That was David’s problem. He’s always sorry. Yes he was one very sorry mother fucker, Rebecca thought.
” I’m sure he is,” replied Rebecca. She could hear herself falter so she composed herself to take stock of the ‘situation’. That’s what she would have done at work.
“Look Carol I’m only calling because...” and in a firm voice she said “I need to go back to the flat, and due to the impending court case against David, your brother. He”, she pushed on “he needs to be out of the flat by 1 pm. The police will be escorting us back onto the property, what he leaves I’ll burn, so he better get everything out. Lock stock, everything out. I’m done.”
*
Carol was shocked but unsurprised by Rebecca’s statement. She remembered how David had been very remorseful to the point of crying on the drive home, as he told Carol the truth about what he had done. He always told her the truth, everything that he had done to Rebecca and to the flat.
Carol’s face dropped horrified as his hands enacted the story of last night.
Carol knew she would never stand for what her brother had just done to Rebecca. If her husband had ever laid a finger on her, she would have killed him stone dead. Carol loved Rebecca; she was the best thing that had ever happened to David. Rebecca had always kept David out of trouble and believe me, he had been a handful before they were together. Although Carol loved her brother she knew only too well of the little shit he could be.
*
Rebecca had only the clothes from yesterday that Lucy had grabbed hurriedly for her. She brushed her long dark blonde hair (a shade or two more she would have been a soft brunet) and tying it back into a ponytail. Lucy and Rebecca set off for her flat. She was glad Lucy had called a taxi as she really didn’t feel like facing the world on the tube even though it was only a few stops, she felt far too fragile facing the world especially on a busy train. The taxi dropped them outside Rebecca’s.
They pushed the gate and walked up the garden path. As they walked Lucy leaned into Rebecca.
“George arranged for someone to go around and secure the property last night”.
Lucy smiled at Rebecca. He had told her last night when she called him. John had called him when they were in the station explaining the situation to him of what had happened and where he was. He had arranged it immediately. He knew Lucy wasn’t going to leave Rebecca’s side during this and he wanted to know they would be safe if they had to return there.
Rebecca felt quite proud of herself, walking back into the horror story that was her life. At first she felt a little panicked about walking in. She slid her key into the lock of her flat and entered. It was still an awful mess, exactly the way it had been lefts hours earlier.
She felt she was being ‘very matter of fact’ about it all. She wasn’t intending to do so; it just had to be done as she stared at the chaos.
“Right!” she exclaimed “I’d better start this clean up, it’s not going to start itself.” She reached for the long handled brush and started to sweep the broken glass and crockery into piles.
‘Genie Mac, fuck’ she thought ‘I’m cleaning up my life in so many ways because of this, because of that