Twisted

by Robin Roughley

  Lasser zipped up his jacket and clicked open the car door.

  As he climbed out, Bannister grabbed his arm. 'I mean it, Lasser; she deserves more than a half-life.'

  Lasser slid his arm free; the rain fell from another slate-grey sky. 'I'll catch you later,' he said, as he strode out into the downpour.

  151

  Lasser winced as the hot water slid down his body, the stitches on his head and shoulder still throbbed. Steam filled the small bathroom; resting a hand against the tiles, he let his head fall and screwed up his eyes.

  Cathy's funeral had been a sombre affair; Lasser had stood at the back of the large family group as they lowered the casket into the soggy ground.

  Her father had thrown him a dark look from the graveside, as if he blamed Lasser for his daughter's death.

  Medea had waited on the road, driving was still a problem for him and despite his reluctance, she'd insisted on taking him to the service.

  Snapping the shower off, he grabbed a towel and made his way through to the bedroom. Medea sat propped up in bed, a thoughtful expression on her face.

  'Are you OK?' she asked.

  'I'm fine,' he replied before sliding in beside her. 'Listen, Medea, I'm due a couple of weeks leave, and I was thinking maybe we should get away for a few days?'

  Medea hitched up her knees, her hair swayed across her face. 'You don't have to do that.'

  Lasser touched the stitches on his skull and winced. 'Do what?' he asked.

  'Try too hard.'

  'Hang on, I just fancied a break from this place,' he paused and swallowed, 'I mean, it's not as if I'm asking you to marry me.'

  Suddenly the small room felt charged with electricity, Medea brushed her fingertips across his lips. 'I know we've only been seeing one another for a few months, but if you ever decide to ask me then the answer will be yes.'

  Lasser swallowed before twisting and sliding open the bedside cabinet. When he pulled out the small black box, Medea's hands fluttered to her chest, the colour blooming on her cheeks.

  'I bet you wished you'd kept your mouth closed now?' He said with a wry grin before opening the box.

  Medea looked at the ring; the diamond caught the light from the bedside lamp and held it.

  When she looked at Lasser, she could see the tension etched onto his face, his eyes laced with uncertainty.

  Medea laughed aloud before falling forward into his arms.

  THE END

  Thanks for taking the time to read the series and I hope you're having a great time with it. If you've read this far then I presume you had a good time and in the end that is all we can ask for.

  If you enjoyed Twisted, then please feel free to contact me at

  rob-roughley@live.co.uk,

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  or my author page at Amazon Robin Roughley.

  Once again, thanks go out to the wonderful Val and Odette for taking the time to iron out the multitude of errors that are so easily missed by yours truly.