Friday First – A snippet from It Won’t Happen Again

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‘Come on love.’

Theresa was now beside her.

‘This must make her see sense,’ Laura allowed another glance backwards. She then allowed Theresa to steer her away from the room. Reluctantly left her mum to sleep. Theresa had taken out her granddaughter’s old sleep monitor. If she woke up, they could be there in an instant.

Once in the kitchen, Theresa brought a brandy bottle down from the kitchen cupboard. She poured a small amount and offered it to Laura. She couldn’t even dare to hold it. Deposited on the table, the glass was still full.

 ‘I hate him so much. I just wish he were dead.’

Theresa held Laura close while all the anger and hatred merged into one big mess of emotion. She only let go when the tears had long since dried.

‘Drink, it will do you good.’

‘I would rather have a coffee – I’ve never had much taste for brandy.’

Laura had seen the damage it caused. It was bad enough to get angry, but drink always fuelled the flames. She glanced to the monitor standing on the table and listened for any signs of wakefulness. ‘Do you know the worst of it? He’ll be sleeping like a baby. No guilt. No real remorse. My one hope is that he’ll be frightened about what Mum will do.’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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