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Troy found her in the kitchen. Pots and pans where everywhere, vegetables and other food strewn about the room, and there in the middle of the lino was his mum. He thought she was dead at first, but then a bubble of blood came from her lips and he knelt beside her, not knowing what had happened, just that it was bad. She was covered in blood from head to toe. It was pooled around her, leaking through his jeans as his hands hovered above her, not wanting to touch her in case it hurt. She looked into his eyes as she died. That was that. His last moments with a woman who he loved despite everything slipped away in the breeze, never to be found again.
He was in shock. He didn’t move, not able to even call for help. Eventually, the sobs made it from his chest, soon turning into wails as he pulled his hair from the roots, anger filling him like never before. All her life she’d been a victim of his dad’s abuse, and finally, his dad had ended it. He’d killed her.
When he called for help on his mobile, simply saying his mum was dead and his dad had done it, he waited beside her, not touching, just looking.
It wasn’t until the autopsy Troy found out just how vicious the attack had been. She’d been stabbed with a steak knife over thirty times, all over her body—even her feet received wounds. It had been a short knife. Perhaps if he’d chosen a longer one, she’d have died sooner, but even then, his dad seemed to know how to drag out her pain.
They’d found his dad a week later after a massive manhunt. He was in nearby Liverpool, hiding out with friends. The last time Troy saw him was in court when he was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Life didn’t mean life anymore. Ten years apparently was enough to warrant good behaviour, and now he was up for parole. He should never come out, in Troy's opinion. His mum was dead, she suffered her whole life, and he could be free in six months. He was only fifty, still young enough to marry again, find some other women to beat up and kill.
Troy didn’t understand why she stayed with him all those years, and if he were honest with himself, he still didn’t understand. But then why did he put up with all the bastards using him and his body when he knew better?
He was worth more. He couldn’t be like his mum, but inside him there would always be the fear he would end up with someone like his dad and he would simply put up with it.
“Troy,” Liam’s soft words woke him from his thoughts and they looked at each other. “Talk to me. I hate it when you go quiet.”
“I've said it all before. Aren’t you sick of hearing it?”
“No.” Liam pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and kissing his head. “I'm always ready to listen to anything you have to say.”
“Do you think they’ll let him out of prison? It’s been ten years. Ten years is enough for murder now apparently.”
“I hope he doesn’t, and if they do release him, I hope you never have to set eyes on him again. We’ll sort this out, Troy. We can make an appointment to see your solicitor tomorrow and talk to him about your options. There has to be something we can do. This is still affecting you. Even after ten years, you're still in pain with what he did, with what you saw.”
Troy laid his head on Liam’s chest, closing his eyes and breathing in the familiar scent clinging to him. They’d often shared beds when they were kids, and it had just continued as they got older. Even though they weren’t blood, they were closer than some of the brothers he knew, although not having any growing up, Troy didn’t fully understand what brotherly love felt like.
You can't choose your family, but Troy had chosen to keep Liam as his. He was the only family he had left. They only had each other.
“Thank you,” Troy whispered out against his chest.
Liam just held him tighter, turning more into him and cradling him in those strong arms. Troy would never be bigger than him and despite
Troy found her in the kitchen. Pots and pans where everywhere, vegetables and other food strewn about the room, and there in the middle of the lino was his mum. He thought she was dead at first, but then a bubble of blood came from her lips and he knelt beside her, not knowing what had happened, just that it was bad. She was covered in blood from head to toe. It was pooled around her, leaking through his jeans as his hands hovered above her, not wanting to touch her in case it hurt. She looked into his eyes as she died. That was that. His last moments with a woman who he loved despite everything slipped away in the breeze, never to be found again.
He was in shock. He didn’t move, not able to even call for help. Eventually, the sobs made it from his chest, soon turning into wails as he pulled his hair from the roots, anger filling him like never before. All her life she’d been a victim of his dad’s abuse, and finally, his dad had ended it. He’d killed her.
When he called for help on his mobile, simply saying his mum was dead and his dad had done it, he waited beside her, not touching, just looking.
It wasn’t until the autopsy Troy found out just how vicious the attack had been. She’d been stabbed with a steak knife over thirty times, all over her body—even her feet received wounds. It had been a short knife. Perhaps if he’d chosen a longer one, she’d have died sooner, but even then, his dad seemed to know how to drag out her pain.
They’d found his dad a week later after a massive manhunt. He was in nearby Liverpool, hiding out with friends. The last time Troy saw him was in court when he was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Life didn’t mean life anymore. Ten years apparently was enough to warrant good behaviour, and now he was up for parole. He should never come out, in Troy's opinion. His mum was dead, she suffered her whole life, and he could be free in six months. He was only fifty, still young enough to marry again, find some other women to beat up and kill.
Troy didn’t understand why she stayed with him all those years, and if he were honest with himself, he still didn’t understand. But then why did he put up with all the bastards using him and his body when he knew better?
He was worth more. He couldn’t be like his mum, but inside him there would always be the fear he would end up with someone like his dad and he would simply put up with it.
“Troy,” Liam’s soft words woke him from his thoughts and they looked at each other. “Talk to me. I hate it when you go quiet.”
“I've said it all before. Aren’t you sick of hearing it?”
“No.” Liam pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and kissing his head. “I'm always ready to listen to anything you have to say.”
“Do you think they’ll let him out of prison? It’s been ten years. Ten years is enough for murder now apparently.”
“I hope he doesn’t, and if they do release him, I hope you never have to set eyes on him again. We’ll sort this out, Troy. We can make an appointment to see your solicitor tomorrow and talk to him about your options. There has to be something we can do. This is still affecting you. Even after ten years, you're still in pain with what he did, with what you saw.”
Troy laid his head on Liam’s chest, closing his eyes and breathing in the familiar scent clinging to him. They’d often shared beds when they were kids, and it had just continued as they got older. Even though they weren’t blood, they were closer than some of the brothers he knew, although not having any growing up, Troy didn’t fully understand what brotherly love felt like.
You can't choose your family, but Troy had chosen to keep Liam as his. He was the only family he had left. They only had each other.
“Thank you,” Troy whispered out against his chest.
Liam just held him tighter, turning more into him and cradling him in those strong arms. Troy would never be bigger than him and despite
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