by Woods, Karen
Kevin was talking to her now with his voice raised. “Fucking hell are you listening to me or what?” Her eyes shook as she realised he was speaking to her. She had to ask him again what he’d said. He was now shoving his plate across the table with an evil look on his face. Bits of food were left on it. Patting his lower stomach he asked for a slice of cake that he’d seen in the fridge earlier that day. His son now walked into the kitchen.
“Is there owt to eat mam. I’m starving.” Kevin looked at John and shrugged.
“Where’s the please in all that. She’s not your fucking skivvy you know.” John knew he was after an argument. He was always like this after a few beers and on many occasion he’d wanted to kick fuck out of him. Sandra could see their eyes locked together as she pulled open the oven door. Grabbing a small tea towel from the side she gripped the hotplate and slid it onto the table. Kevin’s eyes were all over John’s food. He was a right jealous fucker and checked his son didn’t have a bigger tea than him.
Sandra was now sat at the table making conversation with John. Kevin was jealous of both his sons and had said so in the past in one way or another. Sandra was his property and he made it well known he wouldn’t share her, even with his own flesh and blood.
Kevin left the kitchen. John rammed two fingers into the air towards him and Sandra laughed. John had his faults but where his dad was concerned they both agreed he was a total dickhead.
“Where’s Paul?” Sandra asked as she watched him scoff his food down.
Talking with a full mouth he chuckled “He’s with his chick again. You know what he’s like, as soon as he gets a bird, he shags them to death.” Sandra laughed. He was right enough. Paul was so different from his brother. He was so caring and didn’t really get into much trouble with the police unlike John. He’d had his moments, don’t get me wrong, but he seemed to have quietened down a lot. Sandra smiled as she twisted her hair round her fingers.
“Orr bless him. He’s in love, leave him alone.” John laughed out loud.
“Mam, come on admit it. He’s a fucking fairy.” His mother raised her eyes and looked deep in thought. Her words were low and John struggled to hear her. “Oh to be young and in love, what I would give to turn the clock back.” Kevin’s voice could be heard behind her. She hadn’t noticed he was there.
“Yeah me too. Perhaps then I wouldn’t have ended up with a trollop like you. The women loved me back in the day. So we both have regrets don’t we?” His eyes pierced into his wife’s. Sandra dipped her head, she thought he was going to slap her and looked edgy. John jumped into the conversation, he’d heard enough.
“Yeah you might have been alright back then, but look at you now dad,” John laughed raising his head.
Kevin hated anyone talking about his body and John was looking his dad up and down. Sucking his stomach in he ranted at John. “You would be surprised what your old dad can still get. The women still want it.” He was now grabbing at his crotch behind Sandra’s back. He walked away mumbling under his breath as Sandra felt sick inside.
It was usual for Kevin to go and have a sleep at this time and as she heard him going up the stairs she knew her plan would soon come to fruition. She looked sad and her son placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Mam, he’s a cock. I don’t know how you put up with him. He thinks he’s a young player like me.”
Gripping the hand Sandra stroked it slowly. “Son, I’m used to his shit. He doesn’t bother me anymore.” Tears welled up in her eyes and John had to leave the kitchen. He couldn’t cope with tears, to see his mother crying cut him up inside. He hated his father with a passion.
“Prick” he muttered under his breath.
Once the pots were washed, Sandra sat watching the clock. One hour to go, she thought. Reaching for her mobile phone she texted Tina.
Are you coming to my house? I need someone to talk to.
Placing her small black phone on the table she sat with her legs crossed wishing the rest of the day away.
Tina grabbed her phone from the side of the bed. Steven was shagging her brains out and she struggled to read the message as her head jerked about on the bed. His cock was like a baby’s arm holding an apple and she cringed as he penetrated deeper inside her. Her eyes quickly read the text message and she flung it to the floor as the sex intensified. Steven was now upping his game and his arse was moving like a sewing machine. Tina was yelling with delight as her legs were now hung from his masculine shoulders.
Over the last few weeks Steven and Tina had become like a hinge and a bracket. Every spare minute they spent together. He was teaching her the art of tattooing and recently designed a pattern for the side of her foot. Each time she watched him at work she wanted to fuck his brains out. His face was always serious and the tip of his tongue always hung from the corner of his mouth when he was concentrating.
“Who was the text off” he asked as he lit two cigarettes up.
“Oh it was Sandra. Her head’s up her arse at the moment. You know with Kevin and all that.” She lay flat as the smoke seeped from her mouth. Steven was now by her side and the cotton sheets were placed loosely over their hot bodies.
“Why does she put up with him? From what you have told me he’s a womaniser so why doesn’t she get rid?” Tina smiled as she placed her leg over his. He now cradled her in his grip. She grinned.
“Oh don’t worry love. He won’t be smiling for long. Sandra has big plans for him.” Tina felt like she could tell him anything. They were getting on well and she hoped he would be moving in with her pretty soon. They’d spoken about it a few times in the past and they were both eager to take their relationship to the next level. Tina squeezed him before she got up from the bed and stubbed her cig out. Her best mate needed her and she knew she would have to make a move. Steven tried dragging her back into bed but she declined telling him her fanny had had enough cock for one day.
Walking naked to the bathroom she could feel his eyes burning into her. She quickly turned back around and saw him hanging over the bed watching her every movement. She was in danger of falling head over heels in love with this man and it scared her sometimes that she’d let him get into her heart.
Relationships had been bad for Tina in the past and she’d suffered horrific domestic violence from her previous partners. Closing the bathroom door she hugged her body. She felt so in love and it showed all over her smiling face. Running water into the sink she smiled at herself in the mirror. The cold water splashed onto her face and she was blinded for a second. Head dipped into the sink as her hand searched for a towel. Once she located it she patted her face with the white fluffy towel. She could see again. Steven was now in the bathroom with her and you could see he was still rampant. Quick as she could she located her knickers and yanked them up over her arse. He was still smiling at her as he knew more sex was still on the cards.
With a quick brush of her teeth she headed back to the bedroom to find something to wear. She could hear Steven shouting her as she yanked her jeans up. She held her ear towards his voice.
“So should I bring my stuff over later or what? I may as well… I mean I’m always here aren’t I?” Rubbing her hands together with excitement Tina tried to sound nonchalant. Her voice was high pitched as she tried to hide her excitement.
“Yeah, if you want. I won’t be home until late tonight though. I have to help Sandra out.” She punched her clenched fist into the air to celebrate. “Sex on tap from now on, get in there.”
*
Sandra could hear Kevin coming down the stairs. She sat watching the TV in the front room. Turning her head slightly she could see him stood in his boxers at the side of her. His hair was messed up and he looked rough. Bending down near her he nicked a cig from her packet. He scratched his ball bag as he sat on the chair facing Sandra. She could feel his stare. Fidgeting she moved her body away from him. His coughing was loud and he struggled to cough up some phlegm that was lodged at the back of his throat. Kevin stood quickly and spat
into the nearby bin.
“Dirty twat” she mumbled as her face screwed up. Looking back at her as he wiped his mouth with his hand he moaned at her.
“What’s up with your face? I was fucking choking. What do you want me to do, die?” Her face gave him the answer to his question. Kevin snarled at her and made his way back to his seat. His phone could be heard ringing. Once he’d located it he looked at the screen and quickly walked out of the room before he answered it. Sandra stood to attention and looked like a sniper as she hid behind the door. His voice was low and she could hear him telling someone he would be there soon. Running like a frightened rabbit she sat back down trying to look disinterested. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was trying to control her breathing. He was back.
Plonking back down he threw his phone onto the sofa. She was dying to ask who was on the phone but her heart told her who it was without her having to ask. The television was on and even though her favourite soap was just about to start her mind was all over the place. She couldn’t concentrate. Her eyes watched the clock on top of the telly and she prayed Tina would be there soon as her nerves were all over the place. Kevin gave a yawn and stood up. His hands played with his nob in his boxer shorts as he spoke.
“Right I’m gonna get a bath. Any chance of a butty or owt before I go out?” Her eyes opened wide. She started to get up from the chair but his hand pushed her back down. “I don’t want it yet silly. I mean when I get out of the bath. Fucking hell it will be as dry as your fanny otherwise.” He chuckled and pushed her arm for Sandra to welcome his joke but she struggled to raise a smile. Laughing he walked away leaving her alone in the front room. His phone was staring at her and it felt like it was teasing her to check the messages. Tapping her fingers on the side of the sofa she rocked to and fro. She was debating whether or not to take her chance.
She could hear the bath water running. The sound of her husband walking across the landing could be heard. Creeping, she made her way to his phone. Hands shaking she pressed the message button. The name Peter was across each message. Her face scrunched up. She looked confused. Pressing the full messages all was revealed. The bastard had put her sister under a false name. Her eyes squinted as she focused on the words.
I think I’m falling in love with you. You need to sort this out Kevin, it’s gone on for long enough.
She went bright red. The sound of knocking at the front door shit her up and she launched the phone back on the sofa. Taking a minute she tried to pull herself together. Sandra was panting. She walked slowly to the front door humming some song trying to be calm. Tugging at her t-shirt she pulled the front door open.
Tina looked at her. “Fucking hell you look rough.” Sandra struggled out a smile and invited her inside. Tina was loud and her voice let everyone know she was in the building. Sandra told her to lower it and sat in the kitchen trying to flatten her hair. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she knew Tina was right. She did look as rough as a bear’s arse. She switched the kettle on.
In contrast, Tina looked as if she had some kind of glow about her. When the cups were placed on the side Sandra turned to face her. She knew instantly she had something to tell her by the way she was vigorously rubbing her hands together in front of her face.
“What’s up with you?”
“Quick, finish making that fucking brew and park your arse down here,” Tina said patting the chair at the side of her. Sandra chuckled.
“One minute love I have to make that cunt a butty” said Sandra raising her eyes to the ceiling letting her know Kevin was upstairs. Quickly she got the stuff for his sandwich and threw it onto the two white pieces of bread in front of her. She froze for a minute and turned to Tina with a slice of bread still held in her hands. Spit from her mouth now dangled onto the bread. When she had spat on it about three times she held her belly as she turned back to the kitchen side. Tina now stood with her and grabbed the bread from her hands.
“Give it here.” She now snorted up through her nose and then spit whatever came out of her mouth onto the slice of bread. Sandra was pissing herself laughing. She quickly squirted some mayonnaise over it and placed the other slice on top. The two of them were hysterical. Once the sandwich was made Sandra cut it in half and placed it onto a small saucer covering it with a piece of tin foil. Sandra sat down. Tina grabbed her arms almost straight away and squeezed at them.
“He’s moving in tonight.”
“Who?” Sandra moaned.
“Fucking Steven. He said he was bringing all his stuff over later. Fuck me how will I cope? I haven’t lived with anyone for years,” Tina rocked her chair back on two legs and sighed. Sandra looked shocked.
“You haven’t known him that long, are you sure?”
Tina was defensive and placed her hands on the table staring right at her. “I’ve known him months now. Why are you putting the mockers on it? For fuck’s sake Sandra don’t you think I deserve a bit of happiness?” Sandra grabbed her cigs. She wasn’t in the mood for an argument. She was happy for Tina but she wanted her to make sure she was doing the right thing. Tina had made so many mistakes in the past and Sandra didn’t want to be the one who was picking up the pieces when it all went pear shaped. She gave her a look of concern.
“I do want you to be happy love. I’m just saying are you sure about it all?” Tina was lighting her cig and pulled it from her mouth in anger. Her face looked red as she opened fire on Sandra.
“Course I’m fucking sure. He’s lovely, he makes me laugh and sex is brilliant. What more could I ask for?” Sandra smiled and leant over to hug her. Her mind was all over the place and she agreed with Tina that she did deserve some happiness in her life.
“Well if you’re sure, I’m happy for you.”
The two of them were still hugging each other when Kevin walked into the kitchen. You could taste his Armani aftershave at the back of your throat. The girls pulled away from each other. Tina sniffed loudly and shot Kevin a look. She hated him with a vengeance and made no secret that he made her cringe inside.
“Fucking hell you smell like a prostitute’s handbag. Have you got enough of that shit on or what?” Tina spoke in a sarcastic voice. Kevin scowled. He walked further inside the kitchen and messed about on the side as he defended himself.
“It’s Armani. You wouldn’t know class if it hit you in the face. All your scruffy men wear fucking Old Spice or summit like that.” He smiled as he found his sandwich. Tina was back on him, she was on form and wouldn’t let him get the better of her.
“Ay, my men would give you a ten break. You’re all washed up now. Maybe back in the day you were alright, but now you’re dated.” Tina was laughing out loud and looking at Sandra who chewed on her bottom lip to stop laughing. Tina carried on throwing insults at him. “I’ve told Sandra she needs to trade you in and get a stud muffin like I have.” Sandra couldn’t hold it anymore and burst into fits of laughter. Kevin didn’t look happy. He walked around the kitchen table so he could give Sandra the look. The look she knew that meant shut the fuck up or else. Creasing his face he sat down with his food and answered Tina.
“If Sandra wants to find someone new then off she can trot, but she knows where her bread is buttered and I can’t see her moving anywhere can you?” Tina hated the way he put her best friend down and she could tell by Sandra’s face she wasn’t going to answer him back. She chirped in.
“Well don’t be too sure on that. Sandra has loads of men drooling over her. I just hope she sees the light one day and kicks you to the kerb.” Kevin grabbed Sandra’s cheeks and squeezed them together. He was being playful.
“She won’t ever leave her Kevin will you babes?” Sandra pulled his sweaty hands from her face. She couldn’t be arsed with him. They both now watched him as he started to take a bite from his sandwich. With a mouthful of food he asked Sandra for a drink of his milkshake. He told her to put some ice cubes in it.
Tina smiled cunningly as the bastard bit into his sandwich. Sandra hid
her face inside the fridge and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter escaping. Walking to the kitchen side she grabbed a glass. You could see her shoulders shaking with laughter as she poured his drink. Once she controlled herself she was back in view carrying his drink. Her face was red as she turned and passed him the glass. He looked like a pig in a fit as he scranned his food. Sandra sat down and Tina nodded her head with a smile on her face.
Kevin was all ready now and came back to kiss his wife on her cheek before he left. His kiss made her feel sick inside and she didn’t know if she could keep it in for much longer. Grabbing his black leather jacket from the side he left the house with a spring in his step. Once the door could be heard closing Sandra broke.
“I can’t do it Tina. I know that cunt is going to see our Tracy” she pointed her fingers towards the door. “And I’m just sat here like a prize prick. I should be up and behind him telling the twat I know his fucking seedy secret.”
Tina rolled her eyes as she spoke. “What, and do you honestly think he’s going to admit it to you? Get a grip girl. Just wait and break him down piece by piece.” Tina was now at her side as Sandra stood with her back against the wall. The sadness was all over Sandra’s face. She stood staring for a moment and finally burst into tears. Tina wasn’t good at this kind of thing and patted her on the shoulder telling her she would be fine. A look now appeared on Sandra’s face. You could see her nostrils flaring as her breathing started to calm down. Walking to the table she grabbed her cigs. Passing Tina one the women sat staring at the kitchen walls. The night was going to be long and Tina checked her watch. Secretly she wanted to get home to her new love but she knew her friend was a mess and needed support.
Tina smiled as she slowly placed her fingertip around the glass Kevin had previously drunk from. As she stoked it carefully she asked what drink was in it earlier. Sandra puffed on her cig as she told her. “Oh it’s his fucking precious chocolate milkshake. He drinks it with every meal. He’s like a big kid. I mean come on, fucking milkshake it’s a kid’s drink innit.” Tina’s eyes rolled about with excitement as she tilted her head to the side and tapped her knees. She wasn’t listening to a word Sandra was saying. Slowly she placed her elbows onto the table and dropped her head into her hands. She had a cunning look across her face.