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“He’s been runnin’ his mouth off about shit he has no business speakin’ about,” he rumbled, wiping his cheek, which had a decent cut. “As if he’s sliced me!Fucker.”
“Calm down,” I panted, turning to make sure the other lad had gone.
“Nah, fuck you, you don’t know me.” Cadley screwed his face up at me, walking away with a dismissive wave. “Think ya know about the world—shut up, man.”
Maybe it was the fact I was shocked, or it could’ve been the empathetic looks I got from the bystanders, but I just stood there, shaking my head with disbelief.
“Young lads like that, wasting their lives,” a guy said to my right, shaking his head sadly. “Fighting over things they don’t even remember.”
“Yeah,” I said, watching as Cadley kicked a bus shelter angrily. “They’re raging.”
“Because they’ve got nothing else,” the man shrugged. “Anyway, I’m going back to work.”
Cadley was still kicking the shit out of the bus shelter, and I recognised his pain. The raw anger came from having no one believe in you or ever having anyone really give a shit about you.
You kind of lose your lust for life.
Especially if you put someone on a pedestal and they fuck up.
I clenched my jaw and wandered over to a nearby bench, slumping down with a sigh.
I’ll be honest. It’s only since having Jessica that I feel like I care about anything.
The only other people I cared about before her were my mum and sister; all I did was lash out at them.
I stroked my chin, my gaze lost in the ever-changing crowd of shoppers. They went about their lives without realising how many broken people were around them.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I tugged it out, sighing when I saw who it was.
RAFF:
Fancy a beer?
This was as close to talking about it as we’d ever get.
Despite my anger, Raff was my best friend. I had time to kill, so I agreed to meet him for a beer.
We were sat in the little pub that overlooked the town square, and Raff lifted his head to me, a grim look on his face.
“I’m sorry, man.”
“You look like shit,” I declared, twisting the bottle in my hand.
“Yeah, fucking everything up does that to you,” Raff muttered, raking his hand over his head. “I didn’t think you’d give a shit about Jenna—”
I cut my eyes at him, shaking my head.
“What makes you think I give a shit about Jenna? You know I don’t. That’s not what this is about.”
There was a pause.
“Yeah. I guessed as much,” Raff said glumly, staring at the table. “About Ellie—”
I lifted the beer to my lips, stopping just before the liquid left the neck of the bottle.
“That isnothappening. I’m not talking about my sister.”
Raff nodded with a heavy sigh, sinking back into his chair.
