Sunday, 20 May 2012

Chapter 161 : Alive


It sounds good. I finally said after a moment of thinking it through. At least it gets me out of the unit for a while.

 Thats what I thought; its not good for anyone to be cooped up for so long.

 Since when do blokes like shopping though? I asked looking up at him from under my hair a cheeky smile on my face. Emmet seemed like the kind of bloke that would rather put a flesh eating moth into his ear then enter a town canter with the intention of shopping.

 I dont, but I know a woman who does and I was hoping it would be Ok if me met up with her and little Mia too, after all my opinions are truly awful when it comes to the brain of a teenage girl.” Emmet said smiling over at me as he pulled up at a set of traffic lights.

 You remember what happened last time I was close to your daughter. I moaned my mood swinging to dark again as the image of my first encounter of Emmet and Esmees daughter floated through my head. I dont think I should be near babies.

 I thought you like Kids. Emmet said as he pulled away from the traffic lights and up a ramp into one of the city centers many multi story car parks.

 I do like Kids Emmet and little Mia is a fantastic little girl but last time I was with her I made her cry and it still haunts me now, I just know I will land up damaging her in some way. You know as well as me that I’m not a good person Emmet; I am bad news. I moaned as I tried to push the unexpected tears back to where they belonged.

 Mi for a start you are not a bad person and second you didnt make Mia cry honey, Esmee made her cry by taking her off of your lap and telling her off. You where fantastic with her, I saw the way you handled and played with her but most importantly I saw the spark in your eyes and your whole face light up  when she was sat with you. For the first time that day I saw a part of you I had never seen before and I loved what I saw; for the first time, I saw you alive.

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