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screamed as she did this. I was on the verge of telling her to shut the fuck up, but by the time the words came to me, she was nearly at the bottom.
"Okay?" I asked, as she brushed herself down.
"Over the fuckin' moon," she snapped.
"Right," I pointed to my right where my back garden was situated, three gardens away, including hers. "We need to get over those fences to get to my house. You ready?"
"Ye gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me."
"No I'm not. It's too dangerous out the front, and I don't want any of those things seeing us going into my house. It could cause us further problems."
Kelly took a step back and shook her head at the fences we had to jump. "I'm gonna rip me a new one jumpin' them."
"I'll help you."
I ran and climbed wooden fence number one. Only three foot in height, so not a problem. Kelly predictably struggled and shouted 'cunt' when she fell on her arse. She picked herself up and ran at the next fence before I had a chance to do the same. She cleared it.
"Well done," I shouted.
She was red in the face and was bent over, trying to catch her breath. She looked up and must have thought I was being a tad patronising because she gave me the finger.
Charming! Here I was trying to help her.
I knew what Kelly was like beforehand. She was a likeable character that called a spade a spade. She was a potty mouth but had a heart of gold. She was the kind of woman that would love and cherish you, but at the same time would call you 'a dopey prick' if ever you dropped anything. It was just the way she was.
Once we both cleared the last fence, we shuffled to the patio doors where Clare was waiting for us. The pair of us staggered towards the doors, and before going in, Kelly released a yelp when she saw the body of Abbie lying by the tree, still wrapped in the pink sheet.
I had some explaining to do.
Chapter Twenty Four
"Thank fuck for tha'," Kelly cussed. "I nearly shat me sen."
Kelly was from a different area to me originally, and spoke with a slang and a slur that was sometimes hard to understand.
Kelly held out her hands and saw that they were shaking. Clare asked if she wanted a drink. Kelly replied, "That'd be grand. Beer."
While I pulled the roller blind back down to cover the patio's window, I sat back down and stared at Kelly's heavy frame. She was a reasonably attractive woman, not my type, but I could see why some men would be interested. She was wearing tight blue jeans, which probably didn't help her when she was trying to clear the fences, and she was also wearing a blue T-shirt and written in white on the T-shirt was, 'Easy Tiger'. Her blonde, shoulder length hair was brushed back over her ears with her fingers and she released a sigh and cried out, "My poor Ian." She then began to cry. It had hit her.
Clare was taking an age to get the beer from the fridge, and I assumed that she was taking her time on purpose, hearing Kelly crying. Kelly then turned to me and asked, "So what's the deal with tha' body by the tree?"
I told her the truth and she was shocked as she knew the family reasonably well. She then began shaking her head and kept on saying, "This ain't real, this ain't real," over and over again.
Clare finally returned with the beer and I looked up and gave her a scowling look. "You were taking ages. You made that beer yourself?"
Clare handed Kelly the beer and ignored my sarcastic question initially, then walked away and said, "No I wasn't making it myself. I was crying."
Kelly took a noisy slurp of the beer and glared at me. "Bet ye feel a right bloody twat now, don't ye?"
"A bit."
"So ye should."
I was a little angry with the verbal I was getting off Kelly, considering I had just saved her arse. "I think you two seemed to be forgetting that I've saved your lives by staying here."
Kelly quickly responded, "And I appreciate it, darlin', but it doesn't mean ye can treat us like bloody idiots." I was about to have my turn, but Kelly decided to continue to speak, the palm of her
"Okay?" I asked, as she brushed herself down.
"Over the fuckin' moon," she snapped.
"Right," I pointed to my right where my back garden was situated, three gardens away, including hers. "We need to get over those fences to get to my house. You ready?"
"Ye gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me."
"No I'm not. It's too dangerous out the front, and I don't want any of those things seeing us going into my house. It could cause us further problems."
Kelly took a step back and shook her head at the fences we had to jump. "I'm gonna rip me a new one jumpin' them."
"I'll help you."
I ran and climbed wooden fence number one. Only three foot in height, so not a problem. Kelly predictably struggled and shouted 'cunt' when she fell on her arse. She picked herself up and ran at the next fence before I had a chance to do the same. She cleared it.
"Well done," I shouted.
She was red in the face and was bent over, trying to catch her breath. She looked up and must have thought I was being a tad patronising because she gave me the finger.
Charming! Here I was trying to help her.
I knew what Kelly was like beforehand. She was a likeable character that called a spade a spade. She was a potty mouth but had a heart of gold. She was the kind of woman that would love and cherish you, but at the same time would call you 'a dopey prick' if ever you dropped anything. It was just the way she was.
Once we both cleared the last fence, we shuffled to the patio doors where Clare was waiting for us. The pair of us staggered towards the doors, and before going in, Kelly released a yelp when she saw the body of Abbie lying by the tree, still wrapped in the pink sheet.
I had some explaining to do.
Chapter Twenty Four
"Thank fuck for tha'," Kelly cussed. "I nearly shat me sen."
Kelly was from a different area to me originally, and spoke with a slang and a slur that was sometimes hard to understand.
Kelly held out her hands and saw that they were shaking. Clare asked if she wanted a drink. Kelly replied, "That'd be grand. Beer."
While I pulled the roller blind back down to cover the patio's window, I sat back down and stared at Kelly's heavy frame. She was a reasonably attractive woman, not my type, but I could see why some men would be interested. She was wearing tight blue jeans, which probably didn't help her when she was trying to clear the fences, and she was also wearing a blue T-shirt and written in white on the T-shirt was, 'Easy Tiger'. Her blonde, shoulder length hair was brushed back over her ears with her fingers and she released a sigh and cried out, "My poor Ian." She then began to cry. It had hit her.
Clare was taking an age to get the beer from the fridge, and I assumed that she was taking her time on purpose, hearing Kelly crying. Kelly then turned to me and asked, "So what's the deal with tha' body by the tree?"
I told her the truth and she was shocked as she knew the family reasonably well. She then began shaking her head and kept on saying, "This ain't real, this ain't real," over and over again.
Clare finally returned with the beer and I looked up and gave her a scowling look. "You were taking ages. You made that beer yourself?"
Clare handed Kelly the beer and ignored my sarcastic question initially, then walked away and said, "No I wasn't making it myself. I was crying."
Kelly took a noisy slurp of the beer and glared at me. "Bet ye feel a right bloody twat now, don't ye?"
"A bit."
"So ye should."
I was a little angry with the verbal I was getting off Kelly, considering I had just saved her arse. "I think you two seemed to be forgetting that I've saved your lives by staying here."
Kelly quickly responded, "And I appreciate it, darlin', but it doesn't mean ye can treat us like bloody idiots." I was about to have my turn, but Kelly decided to continue to speak, the palm of her
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