Page 31 of The Lies
Chapter Six
The journeyback from the airport is pretty silent. I’m too busy reflecting on the life I’m leaving behind to say much. It’s weird to think that could be the last time I see the man I married, the person I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life.
“Is everything okay?” Blake asks as we pull into town. “You haven’t said anything for ages. Should I be worried?”
“What? No, just thinking about old times. You have nothing to worry about, this is exactly where I want to be. Just promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Never lie to me. I’m so done with all the lies. If the time comes that you’re bored of me or whatever, please just be man enough to tell me.”
“I’ll never get bored of you, Addison.”
“Promise me,” I demand, as I think back to when I’m sure Edward would have said the exact same thing.
“Okay, I promise, but it’s never going to happen.”
“None of us know what the future holds, Blake, but as long as we’re honest that’s all that matters.”
“Okay,” he mutters as his phone starts ringing again.
“Are you going to get that?” It must be the forth time it’s rang since he powered it up after getting off the plane.
“It’s not important.”
“You haven’t even looked to see who it is,” I point out.
“I know who it is, it’s just work stuff and it can wait.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not really liking his vague answer after he just promised never to lie to me.
Thoughts of who’s trying to get hold of Blake are banished when we pull onto Aunt Addy’s drive to her pulling the door open, revealing a very stressed look on her face. Both Blake and I jump from the car the second he stops it.
“What’s wrong?” we both ask simultaneously.
“Nothing like that,” she says quickly when she sees the panic on our faces. “Addison, when was the last time you heard anything from your mum?”
“I’ve no idea, why? What’s she done?”
“You should come in.”
Aunt Addy turns and walks into her bungalow. I follow behind with Blake trailing after us. We walk down to Aunt Addy’s bedroom and she pushes the door open to reveal a familiar sleeping figure crashed out on her bed.
“Is she cuddling a bottle of vodka?” I ask when I see the object that seems to be under my mother’s arm.
“Yes,” Aunt Addy says on a sigh as she closes the door. “She got arrested for being drunk and disorderly on the flight here. I got called by the police to come and bail her out.”
“What?” I ask, astonished.
“Let’s put the kettle on, shall we?”
* * *
It turns out that toy boy Tim gave Mum the boot a month or so ago and she’s hit the bottle. He gave her enough money to sort herself out but it seems like she’s pissed it up the wall before coming running back here for Aunt Addy’s help. Aunt Addy picked up her from the airport where she had been detained by the police and managed to get her drunk arse back here and into bed.
* * *
“Here’s my baby girl,” Mum slurs twenty minutes later, after she’s stumbled her way to the kitchen, still clinging to a bottle of vodka. “What’re you doing in Ireland?”
