Page 31 of Infinity

Oh my god these two are like a stand-up comedy act! They start play fighting with each other as the front door shuts again and an older woman I’d say in her mid-forties walks in.

“Boys, no fighting in the kitchen!” she shouts to them, “But while you’re both in here - I will have a tea, I’m shattered. Thanks boys.” She turns to look at me and smiles, “You must be Darcy?”

“Hi, pleased to meet you, Mrs Willows.”

“Annemarie, please. We don’t do formalities here,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Come on we’ll go, sit down and let the children argue over who makes the tea.”

As we sit down we hear Adam and Todd bickering in the kitchen. “Are they always like that?”

She turns to face me and frowns slightly, “You mean like a couple of girls, bickering...? Yep.” She nods and smiles at me as Adam walks in with a tray.

We spend some time chatting with Adam’s Mum until it’s time to go. Adam drops me off at the garage to get my car. He completely smothers me with kisses, which by the way I don’t mind - stopping me from getting out of the car. Every time I try to break away from him he pulls me back towards him.

“Hmm, I really have to go.” I place my lips back against his, his tongue parts my lips again as he devours me. I love his kisses, they’re soft, sensual and leave me so hot.

Breaking away, I peck his cheek and leave. I jump in my car and after giving him a wave, I head home.

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I drive home in mostly a dream after the wonderful day I’ve spent with Adam. I take my key from my bag to open the door but before I turn it I hear voices - loud voices.

Opening the door, I walk into the house to Dad shouting, again. This is getting a regular occurrence these days and it needs to stop. It isn’t fair on Mum or me.

We try our hardest to ignore his temper tantrums and to make things easier for him but some days it feels like he just throws it back in our faces.

I walk into the bedroom, flop on my bed and lie there, listening to the arguing. It shouldn’t be like this, fuck it! I can’t listen to him feeling sorry for himself anymore.

I get off my bed and march towards where the arguing is coming from. I open the door to see Mum crying. She brushes past me and enters the bathroom and locks herself in. I look at my Dad and shake my head in disgust at him. I’ve never been disappointed with my Dad in my life - but that day has now come around.

“You pleased with yourself now, Dad?” I watch as he shakes his head but doesn’t answer me.

“I’m so sick and tired of hearing Mum cry and I’m sick of listening to you feeling sorry for yourself.”

His angry eyes snap to mine. He begins to speak but I hold my hand up to stop him.

“It’s always me, me, me. Why don’t you think of someone else but yourself for a change? Mum is busting a gut to keep everything going in this house - including you! I’m twenty-one Dad and look at me; I took over the garage, I put my life on hold for the last two years, I help Mum every chance I get but I’m tired, Dad. I’m so goddamn tired. You don’t give a shit what happens and why... because it’s not about you.”

Dad doesn’t take his eyes off me as I rant away at him.

“You don’t even ask about your business, but why should you, it’s not like you care is it? I mean who, other than me... cares if it goes down the pan. No-one. That’s who! Well guess what, it’s time you pulled yourself together. I understand how hard it is not being able to do as much as you could, but Dad, you’re still here,” I lower my voice now to almost a whisper, the emotions are starting to get the better of me but I hold them back.

“You could still be a part of the business - just being there might help.” I stare at him for a moment to see if there’s any kind of emotion from him, he looks up at me as his eyes glaze over.

I drop my chin to my chest as the tears slowly trickle down my cheeks. I almost don’t think he’s going to answer me.

“Darcy.” I look up slowly to see the tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice catches as he speaks, which makes me feel worse then. He holds his arms out to me and I go to him.

Sitting on the bed next to him, we hold each other. “I just don’t know how to get out of the dark hole I’m in.”

“Maybe you should go see the doctor again and tell him, it might help you, I don’t know. I need you Dad, and so does Mum. Please say you’ll go and see him.”

Nodding, Dad holds me to him as I see Mum stand in the doorway. She walks towards the bed and sits down next to me.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. We didn’t realise how much pressure we were putting on you with all this,” Mum tells me, but I’m so tired and emotional I can’t go through this now.

I kiss her cheek and then my Dad’s and tell them I’m going to bed.

ADAM

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