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losing my job and therefore my flat, and how could I help Ryan then?
     
    "It's not that I don't like him," I lied, "I don't know what he could actually do." I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension I now felt. "Yeah, he owns a gym and is one huge guy, but what's he gonna do - frighten Denver again? I don't think that worked the first time."
     
    "I can't go into it, but I promise I won't say anything right now. Think about it over the weekend, we'll talk about it again on Monday - let's see how Denver plays this with you at work. If he's trying to get you into his bed, then he'll want to play nice."
     
    This time I wasn't convinced.
     
    Louise insisted that we got some food for me to eat and we spent the next couple of hours watching a chick flick on TV that we'd both seen before. I was glad of the company and that she'd dropped the conversation about Denver and Jake.

Chapter 9
     
    Bella
     
    Although I met Louise as planned on Monday, I still begged her to keep everything from Jake. I could guess what he’d want to do. The Armstrong family had always been trouble, even as a youngster I knew to give their children them a wide berth at school. It didn’t surprise me that an Armstrong guy ran a boxing club and gym in the slightest, what did surprise me was that it sounded like they’d cleaned up their act somewhat. With what I’d seen and the rumours I’d heard about their family as I grew up, I would have expected Jake to have beaten the shit out of Denver without even thinking about it.
     
    They were the family that didn’t need an excuse to fight with someone else… I remembered one time when I was about ten that even my mother in her most drunken states learning the lesson everyone else seemed to know.
     
    I just didn’t need another guy in my life thinking he knew better. Especially not an Armstrong. They were too well known, too close to my past.
     
    …
    “Mummy isn’t home yet and I’m the boss when she’s not here.” I screamed. “Now go to bed or I’ll tell her you ate all her favourite biscuits.” Ryan’s face paled and I saw tears well in his eyes.
     
    “No Sarah! Mummy will be cross with Ryan.” He pouted. “Ryan doesn’t want to go into the naughty box again.” He lifted Fuzzy and held the tattered and smelly bear close for comfort and moving his little body away from the airing closet.
     
    “Well go to bed.”
     
    “I’m hungry.” He whined. Damn. I knew he was hungry, his tummy had been rumbling for an hour. The only thing left in the cupboard was some dry pasta and I wasn’t allowed to use the cooker.
    “If you go to bed I’ll go see if Mrs. Conway has locked her gate.” She always threw so much food out for the birds, most of it was ok to eat but last time mummy found out I’d took some she called me a dirty thief and took her shoe to me. I just won’t get caught this time.
     
    “But…” I saw the fear in his eyes too. “It’s ok Seh-Rah. I’m not that hungry.”
     
    I pulled him close, “Now, let’s get you into bed. I bet Fuzzy is tired.” I bent down and spoke into the bear’s only ear, “Fuzzy, are you tired? What’s that? You are? But you don’t want to go to bed on your own? What? Ok, I’ll ask him.” Ryan giggled as I talked with Fuzzy.
     
    “Ryan,” I said deliberately, “Fuzzy says he is tired and he wants you to go up to bed with him, just until he falls asleep.” He giggled.
     
    “Fuzzy can’t talk!”
     
    “Well, that’s what you think… he tells me things, you know.”
     
    “What things?” he asked, letting me walk him along the corridor.
     
    “Well, things like how much better he liked it when daddy was still here.” I pulled down the bed covers as he crawled in. “And how rumbly his tummy is.” I tucked Ryan in and reached for my school coat, draping it over the thin covers as usual. “And… that he’s glad we ate mummy’s biscuits!” I was rewarded with a giggle.
     
    It only took ten minutes for Ryan