*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2235429-Rebecca
Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: 18+ · Assignment · Crime/Gangster · #2235429
Plot background
Brian Lennon hit his glass with his ballpoint. The bar fell silent. “John Fairfax was a police officer for thirty-six years. He gave his life …” Brian swallowed hard. “He gave his life to save his fellow officers …”

Rebecca could see he was losing it. “What DI Lennon is trying to say is … we’ll miss you, John.” She raised her glass and the rest of the group did the same. She looked over at Brian who slumped down in a chair. “You ready for home?” He nodded. “Guys, I’m taking the boss home. See you tomorrow.”

Rebecca unlocked the car door. Brian opened the passenger door, but then leaned on the roof of the vehicle as the tears flowed. Rebecca rushed to his side and put her arms around him.

He looked up. “I can’t help thinking about my mother. If it hadn’t been for John that bastard would have killed her.” He released himself from Rebecca and got into the car.

Rebecca got into the driving seat. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s forgotten all about it. Altzheimers has its up side.” He gave a forced smile. “How are you doing?”

“I still get the shakes when I think about it. How the hell did he get a gun, for God’s sake?”

“I’ve got a theory on that. Percy.”

Lennon's house was a Victorian Terrace on the outskirts of Tidemouth. It was the first time Rebecca had been there. Not surprising, the decor was somewhat 'old lady', it was, after all, his mother's home too.

Lennon went straight to the wall unit. "Drink?" He grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whisky.

"Don't you think you've had enough." Rebecca knew that he hadn't actually drunk that much. It was more about the maudlin mood the drink had brought on.

"I need it."

"That's my point. You NEED it far too much these days. You need help Brian."

He broke down again then. "I know ... it's just ... hell, everything. Help me, Becca?"

She rushed to him and put her arms around him. "I know." The next thing he was kissing her, at first tentatively, then passionately. Rebecca had a choice to make. Should she give in to her feelings for this man? Or should she put a stop to it before he used her to make himself feel better.






© Copyright 2020 Odessa Molinari - killed in 53 (omstar at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2235429-Rebecca