made me tell.â
Ten
T he silence between them seemed to George like a solid thing. Across the room the computer game played out a fantasy battle, dramatic music sounding softly and then ceasing as George slithered off the bed and reached to put the game on pause.
He wished that it was possible to put real life on pause. Stop it dead until you could figure out what to do.
âYou went with him? Back to the old womanâs house?â
âMrs Freer,â Paul said. âMam says she was called Mrs Freer. I never even knew that.â
âHow did Mark Dowling hear about the gun? Paul, you gotta have said something to someone for him to know about it.â
He turned, stared hard at his friend. Paul had his eyes closed but the tears still crept beneath the lids and heâd pulled his knees close to his chest, drawing in on himself.
âI never told no one,â Paul blurted. âSomeone seen us that night, when ⦠when we broke in.â
âJesus.â George crossed back to the bed, curled himself at the opposite end, his tense body a mirror image of his friendâs. âWho? We didnât see no one.â
âI donât know. Mark just said someone seen us go in then seen us leave. He was laughing at me, running away from some old woman like ⦠like ⦠anyway, I got mad. I said heâd have run too.â
âMark Dowling? He donât run from anything. Heâs an effing psycho.â
âI tried to take it back, George â tell him I didnât mean nothing â but he wouldnât believe me. He said he wanted to know what I meant and that heâd beat it out of me if he had to.â
Looking at his friend, George figured that was exactly what Mark Dowling had done. He remembered the blows he had received at the hands of his own father, the way his dad thrashed his mum until she was begging for him to let up. He remembered how heâd stood there, watching, just too scared to intervene after that first time when heâd tried to protect her. Tried and failed. Tried and, as sheâd later thrown back at him, just made it worse.
George of all people could understand how Paul had frozen, been unable to intervene, but still he couldnât stop the question falling from his mouth. âWhyâd you go with him? Why didnât you scarper, go and get help? Why didnât you come home and call the police? They might have been able to â¦â
He broke off; the bruising on Paulâs face seemed now to be darkening, pinching his face closed, contorting it with pain. âDonât you ever tell my mam,â he whispered. âDonât you ever. I swear, you ever let on and Iâll â¦â
George swallowed hard. âSheâll want to know something,â he said softly. âPaul, sheâs seen your arms, your face; she knows you never fell down the stairs. She knows somethingâs up. Besides, Mark Dowling went and killed that woman. We gotta tell someone that.â
âNo!â Paul almost shouted it. Both boys stared at the door, afraid the sound would have brought Paulâs mother up the stairs.
âNo,â he repeated quietly. âIâll get blamed too, wonât I? You said yourself, I never done nothing to help. Theyâll say I might have saved her. Might have stopped him.â
âBut he
killed
her, Paul.â
âAnd he only knew about the gun because I told him and we only knew about it because ⦠because of what we did, so itâs our fault too.â
George closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. There was no denying their own guilt and, to be truthful, he could no longer be certain why the hell they had done what they had that night. âWe were pissed,â he said.
âThat make it better?â
âNo. Course it doesnât, but thatâs why we done it. Shaz Batesâs cider.â Actually, George wasnât too sure it had
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