Page 73 of Spiralling Skywards
“I don’t have feelings for your sister. I’m in love with her,” I clarified.
“It goes deeper than that,” Will said at the same time.
The whole room was silent for a few seconds before Will turned and headed into the kitchen. The layout was open plan, so he didn’t have far to go. I listened to the sound of him filling the kettle and flicking it on. Typical POM, when everything goes to shit, make a cup of tea.
“Does Sarah know how Will feels about her?” Sasha asked. I’d never known her to be so quiet. She’d hardly said a word since threatening to take out our kneecaps. She sat with her legs curled underneath her in the corner of the sofa and a blanket pulled over her legs. Luke moved from the window and sat down beside her. I raised both my shoulders in a shrug.
“I’m not sure. I told her that I thought he liked her, but I’m not sure if she took it on board. I think she thought I was joking.”
“How did you see it and I didn’t?” Luke asked.
“I didn’t see it before either, but now, a few of the comments he’s made make more sense,” Sasha added.
“You two probably weren’t looking for it. The night of your party, even before we were introduced, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Because I was watching her, I noticed that Will was doing the same.”
“Seriously, Del, she’s my little sister. I really don’t wanna hear this.”
“You asked,” I protested.
“Yeah, well, pretend I didn’t. If I ask again, ever, ignore me.”
“So, does she know everything now? Have you told her that your wife’s pregnant?” Sasha asked.
“She ain’t my fucking wife. She’s my ex-wife, and yes, well no, not really.”
“You didn’t tell her?” They both asked.
“Is there a fucking echo in here? No, I didn’t actually get as far as saying the words. Someone smacked me in the face and put me on my arse before I could tell her everything.”
“You’re lucky that was all I did. I’m not done with you, so don’t for a minute think that you’ve got away with your bollocks remaining intact just yet.” I rolled my eyes at Luke as I sat down in the armchair that Will vacated.
“How’s your nose?” I asked.
“Broke, you fucker.”
“Good.”
My eye was throbbing, and I couldn’t see a thing out of it. The split in my lip stung every time I spoke, but at least my nose had stopped bleeding and didn’t feel broken. My jaw hurt, though.
We stared at each other for a few long moments. Luke spoke first.
“What a fucking mess.”
“Understatement of the century,” Sasha said, her eyes straying to the kitchen area where Will was standing with his back to us.
“I better check on Will, make sure he hasn’t necked himself out there. Who wants a drink?” Luke asked.
“Now I know that I won’t be sucking it through a straw made from my own dick, I’ll have a beer, thanks.”
Luke rubbed his hand over the stubble on his chin and jaw and looked like he was thinking.
“No, your beer’ll be served with Will’s dick as a straw. He’ll be using yours to stir his tea with, before I shove it so far up his arse it’ll look like he has three eyes in his head, except the middle one will be a bit squinty.”
“I can hear ya, you pair of fuckers,” Will called from the kitchen.
We all laughed.
“Ouch,” Luke and I groaned, both of us pressing fingertips to our split lips.
