The New Look

Every once in a while everyone loves to clear out their wardrobe and hit the shops well that’s what we have gone and done. We had a good clear out and mixed up of the design and images that were on here because if we were honest it was a bit naff.

So I hope you like the new make-over and hopefully I will have loads of new stories and photographs for you all to read and look at on here. Also I would just like to say thank you to everyone who reads this it means the world to me when I see you keep coming back and reading my stuff time and time again. Also a special thank you to the people who are reading the blog from loads of different countries so far I have counted ten so thank you for all of you who keep coming back and reading. Especially the American fans there’s nearly as many of you as there is my friends here in the U.K. So again thank you and hopefully have more up for you soon.

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Getting To Heaven Pt.2

Part Two

If you haven't read part one of Getting To Heaven please click here before reading part two.

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Sophie looked out her window at the miserable sky outside and wondered how the man in the park was doing. Just then her Grandma walks into the room and asks “What’s wrong poppet?”
“I'm bored” Sophie lets out a big sigh which leaves condensation on the window and she draws a sad face, looks at it then rubs it out with her hand.
“I tell you what I'm popping down to the shops later fancy coming?”
“OK” Sophie’s face lightens up.

Grandma has been stood at the bus stop with Sophie for quite some time and then she sees Chantelle coming towards her.
“Hello” Sophie says
“You alright Sophie... Hello Mrs Thorn”
“Hello Debbie” Sophies Grandma rushes around in her bag and then says “Oh could you be a dear and look after Sophie for two seconds I have forgotten my bus tokens” Chantelle smiles and nobs
“Thats fine”
“I will be two seconds” she quickly walks back down the road to their house which luckily is only a few steps away. There is a long pause as Mrs Thorn then Sophie asks.
“Is she better?”
“Pardon?” Chantelle asks
“Grandma asked you if she was ok the other day is she poorly your mum?”
“Oh my mum no, just upset”
“Why?”
“Misses my dad, just like you miss your mum”
“Is he in heaven?”
“Maybe, who knows”
“When did you last see him?”
“Before he went to war”
“War? What's that?”
“Something that people do when they get angry at each other”
“And he just never came back?”
“Didnt have a choice”
“Why?”
“So many questions for one little person” Sophie pauses for a second then responds
“Where even is heaven?”
“That I don’t know, but some say up there” She points to the sky.
“So how do I go about getting up there?”
“If I knew I would tell you”
“Spaceship?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it for now Sophie life’s too short and one day you will realise to move on, you may not get this now but people will come and go in your life” Sophie thinks about this for a second.
“Where do they go?” Chantelle laughs and shakes her head.
“You are one incredible child Sophie your mum I’m sure is very proud of you” At that moment Sophies Grandma appears panting. “Thank you...so much Debbie....Didn’t miss the bus then” Sophies Grandma sits down onto the bench. “Gosh its cold isn’t it... I wouldn’t want to be out there tonight”.

Sophie is packing her small bag with a rug whilst trying to be as quiet as possible. The nights have drawn in and it’s dark before five o’clock. She looks under the sink for the torch which she also picks up. Sneaking past her Grandma in her pink p’js and slippers and big soft coat on top she gets out the gate and heads down the path. She reaches the park and walks over to the spot where the tramp sleeps. Torch in one hand she reaches the bench which is empty. She spins the torch around in the bushes but can’t see anything. There's a rustling in the bushes and Sophie darts the torch in the direction but can’t see anything. “Hello” She calls. The bushes rustle some more and she darts the torch about. “Hello, anyone there. It’s me Sophie”
“Sophie?”
“Yes that’s me” The tramp comes out the bushes.
“I thought you were the cops moving me on that’s why I hid when I saw the torch light coming down the path. What are you doing out this time of night?”
“Grandma said it would be cold and I didn’t want you to be cold out here with no house so I brought you a rug”
“Sophie, you shouldn’t have. Come on I’ll walk you home it’s too late for you to be out”
“The sky is clear tonight I can see all the stars. I wonder if one of them is mummy flashing her torch at me”
“Maybe”
“How do I get up there?”
“One day you might go up there”
“Can I go now?”
“No you have to wait a long time to get up there”
“Can’t you just take me now, I miss mummy so much” Sophie puts her hands up to her face and covers her eyes.
“Hey come now, we will have none of that” He holds her tight and rubs her arm.
“Why is it so hard? I just want to get there”
“Who knows what’s really up there Sophie”
“Heaven, that’s where mummy is”
“Grandma tell you that?” the tramp asks
“No a girl did, her dads up there probably with my mummy”
“Do you believe everything you are told?”
“No” The tramp begins to cough and Sophie can hear him wheezing as he breathes.
“Look Sophie sometimes the more you try the further away you get from where you want to be”
“How come?”
“I was once not the man I am, not the man you see before you”
“Well I like you like this”
“That’s very kind of you to say, but people like me don't deserve kindness Sophie. I was once successful, once rich”
“Did you spend it all?” He laughs but then splutters and has another coughing fit.
“Could say, certainly on the wrong things, I lost everything my whole life. Make sure you never do that Sophie look after yourself and money, because I didn't and now I don't have a single penny”
“Do you want some of mine? I could check my piggy bank at home and bring you some I would only spend it on sweets and must have at least three whole pounds in there in pennies” Sophie looks very excited at this idea of helping the man.
“That’s very sweet of you but make sure you hold onto everyone of those pennies in there” Sophie looks down for a while and then begins to shivers a little. “Common I’ll take you home” He puts out his hand and Sophie takes it in hers.
“I don't want to leave you all alone, I don't like being alone. Maybe I can stay?”
“Sophie you will freeze to death”
“So will you” He looks down at her and smiles at the very innocent little girl that reminds him of himself as a child so carefree with love for everyone.
“Hey Sophie I’ll give you a piggy back home” Sophie smiles and jumps on his back. But as she does so he coughs harder than before and puts her down quickly and kneels on the floor.
“Are you ok?” Sophie rushes round to look at his face.
“Just a chesty cough I be fine” He coughs again “Jump on” he gives her a smile and wink and she jumps on.

“Just here” the tramp kneels down and lets Sophie slide off.
“Thank you” Sophie gives him a big hug.
“Pleasure was all mine. Now promise me you won’t come looking for me late at night again or sneak out at all for that matter”
“Promise” Sophie smiles at him and tries not to laugh as she crosses her fingers behind her back.
“Sleep well Sophie”
“Goodnight” Sophie runs off towards the house and slides through the gate. As soon as she gets inside she realises that she hasn’t given him the rug but it’s too late Grandma Thorn comes into the room.
“Sophie?” her Grandma comes into the kitchen. “Have you sneaking out again” Sophie turns around and looks sad.
“No” she looks outside at the gate “I just need to pop out quickly”
“Sophie no I told you about this it’s dangerous and you would freeze to death out there” She picks Sophie up. “Let’s get you into bed”
“Sorry” She whispers as her Grandma carries her upstairs.

The next morning Sophie is in the kitchen arguing with her Grandma “Please Please I really want to go”
“Gosh what’s the rush to go to the park young lady?”
“I just want to play”
“Go grab your coat you little monkey and your gloves its bitter cold out there” Sophie beams back a smile and runs to get her coat.

As they reach the park there is police tap spread around the park and one of Grandmas friends is stood there with her dog.
“What’s going on?” Sophie’s Grandma asks. Sophie tries to look past the police woman over to the man’s bench but she can’t see then she hears her Grandmas friend say.
“Someone died here. A tramp they are saying. Died of the cold last night I suspect” Sophie’s looks up at her Grandma in shock. Her Grandma glances down at Sophie and sees her face and says

“Don't worry Sophie we will go to the other park” Sophie lets go of her Grandmas hand and walks over to the tape.
“Excuse me” she says to the police woman who turns around and looks down at Sophie.
“Can I quickly go in please?”
“Sorry, no one is allowed in here”
“Why not? I think it’s my friend”
“He wouldn’t have been your friend”
“Sophie leave the police lady alone” her Grandma calls “come on we are going to the other park now” she walks over to Sophie and takes her hand and they start to walk away but Sophie just keeps looking back at the empty bench.

Walking to the park with Grandma and her friend Sohpie spots Chantelle stood by the shop corner where she always is with her friends “Grandma can I talk to Chantelle quickly?”

“If your quick, I will just be stood here” She carries on talking to her friend with the dog and Sophie runs off towards Chantelle. Chantelle sees her coming and looks at her sad face “What’s wrong Sophie?”
“My friend is gone”
“What friend?”
“The one from the park you stopped me playing with that night”
“That tramp?”
“Tramp?” Sohpie looks at Chantelle confused for a second but then carries on “Grandmas stupid friend says he’s dead but he’s not is he?“
“Oh Sophie I wouldn’t worry about anything like that” and before she could stop herself. “He’s in heaven now”
“What?” Sophie says, Chantelle freezes on the spot and Sophie stands there with a puzzled look on her face. “Heaven is where mummy is” Sophie thinks for a second. “Mummy isn’t”
“No, no she’s not” Chantelle tries to recover.
“Mummies.... dead” Sophie’s eyes fill with tears and she runs back towards the park. But as she runs into the road without looking she hears a screach of car tires and then it all goes black.

Sophie’s squints her eyes as bright lights blind her and she can see things rushing in front of her eyes then she hears someone calling her.
“Sophie can you hear me? It’s me” Sophie can just make out a figure of a woman but her eyes begin to close and then the figure says again “It’s me darling, everything is going to be okay” Sophie begins to feel weak and sleepy and just before her eyes completely close she just manages to get out.
“Mummy...I found you”.

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Well thats Getting Back To Heaven finished, it was a lot shorter than Bad Love but I hope you enjoyed it all the same. If you would like to leave some feedback on what you thought about it please click here to leave feedback. Also hopefully I will have some more stories for you all soon also with the feedback link let me know what type of stories you want.

Image and Text Copyright Michael Sweeney Photography. For more of the images like the one above that I have taken click here.

Getting To Heaven

Part One

“Excuse me” there is no response from the man so the little girl gives him a poke into his side and he stirs a little.
“Yes I know I know I’ll move, don’t sleep in the park it’s a public place” the man begins to sit up.
“Sorry?” He opens his eyes and sees a little girl standing before him.
“Hello?” the man says to the little girl who smiles back at him with a massive grin.
“Do you know how to get to heaven?”
“What?” he asks
“Do you know how to heaven?” she turns her head slightly.
“Look kid can’t you see I'm sleepin. That is my heaven I don’t have to put up with this shit of a world when I'm asleep”
“Sleeping?” She questions “But I sleep every night and I never see”
“Look I don’t have the answers go pester someone else” The little girl does not move for a second and just stares but then gets bored turns and walks off down the field and out of the park.

Later on the little girl is back at her house sat in her chair ready for dinner
“Grandma...”
“Yes” the Grandma replies looking up from her dinner and gives the young girl a smile.
“Why is mummy still sleeping for so long?”
“Sleeping mummy isn’t sleeping dear she’s in heaven” The young girl looks back at her Grandma confused for a while thinking about this and then responds with
“But heaven is sleeping” Even as she says it the little girl looks unconvinced even to herself. The Grandma puts down her knife and fork and looks across the table and says.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Somebody... he wasn’t very nice” she turns her nose up and takes a fork of peas but most don’t even reach her mouth so she picks up the spoon and uses that instead.
“Well, you know the rule don’t talk to strangers because they are very nasty people”
“Yes Grandma” She pauses “sorry”
“That’s alright now eat up your dinner and we will think of something to do afterwards”

After a few games of hide and seek the little girls Grandma is now fast asleep in her chair and Sophie creeps past the living room door and runs out of the house down the garden path and out of the gate. She pulls the zip on her coat further up and walks on. A couple of teenagers are all sat in their uniform on the street corner and she slowly walks up to them.
“Do you know how to get to heaven?” None of them respond so she carries on talking. “Because he said sleeping was heaven but nothing happened last night, I never saw mu”
“What do you want?”One of the girls snaps and turns around to look at the little girl.
“I was asking if you knew how to get to heaven” Sophie looks up towards the girl.
“No such thing” she turns her head and spits down onto the pavement. Sophie looks at it disgusted for a while and then says
“There is, Grandma told me” Sophie looks confused at the young girl.
“Grandmas wrong kid there’s no such thing”
“But that’s where mummy is” All the teenagers look at each other in shock.
“Oh yeah sorry course there is” one of the girls speaks out from the back.
“So you know how to get there?” Sophie smiles at them all.
“No. Do you?” The first girl asks.
“No ... he said sleeping was heaven but it’s not or I would made it there by now my bedtimes at 7” The first girl bends down to Sophie’s level and says
“Sorry I don’t know where it is either” she looks around and can’t see any adults “Where’s your Grandma now?”
“Asleep in her chair so I thought I would come looking for mummy because Grandma doesn’t seem bothered and wont take me to heaven but I'm going to find it. Trust me I will” She smiles at them all full of pride and confidence and then shrugs her shoulders and walks off the way she came.
“Wait where is your house?” the girl calls out and runs over to Sophie.
“Just over there” Sophie points down the road.
“Okay well I will walk you there” She takes Sophie’s hand and walks in the direction she pointed.
“What's your name?”
“Sophie what’s yours?”
“Chantelle” Sophie smiles holds tightly onto the older girls wrist as she walks her back home.

“Sophie I told you, we can’t go to heaven and you must stop asking people where it is”
“But she’s my teacher she’s meant to know how to get there she knows everything” Sophie looks upset for a while and looks down at her plate and then looks up and says “I miss mummy and I want to see her” She looks back up at her Grandma. Her Grandma leans over and holds onto her hands.
“And I know she wants to see you, but we can’t get to heaven yet. We just can’t right now you will see her one day”
“When?” Sophie sighs.
“I don’t know but not any time soon” She gives Sophie’s hands a squeeze and lets go.
“Doesn’t she want to come back, she said she was going to the shop”
“Sophie please no more of this”
“If this is a game she better know it’s the worstest one ever. You’re meant to take it in turns to hide” She walks off towards the dog in the garden.
“Molly can you take me to heaven” The dog stares at her and barks “didn’t think so”.

“HEY... HEAVEN KID!” Sophie turns around. “What are doing it’s not safe at the park this time of night” Sophie looks at him a little funny.
“So did you go to heaven last night, because I tried sleeping for ages and I never got there?”
“No me neither kid. Couldn’t sleep for hours. He takes out a cigarette and lights it.
“Grandma doesn’t like them, she always tuts when she sees someone with one” Sophie points to the cigarette.
“Well your grandmas right they are nasty things” Sophie takes a seat next to him and the tramp looks a little uneasy and puts the cigarette out.
“Where’s your house?” Sophie asks swinging her legs back and forth on the bench.
“I don’t have a house”
“Why?”
“Haven’t for a long time and doubt I ever will again”
“Where’s your mummy?”
“Haven’t seen her in a long time either”
“Maybe she’s with my mum”
“Yeah, you’re probably right” he gives Sophie a cheeky wink.
“Don’t you get cold out here?”
“A little” He laughs, theres an awkward silence for a while then Sohpie says,
“Wanna play tag”
“No I'm alright” He looks around awkwardly “You better be getting back soon your Grandma will worry”
“She will be asleep for hours and hours” she reaches forward and tags his arm “IT”
“Pardon”
“Your it!” She starts to run off and the tramp rolls his eyes but he gets up slowly stretches and looks at the little girl laughing in the park and chases after her. Then after a few minutes of playing around he screams
“Boogie monsters going to get you” Sophie screams and runs laughing at the same time and trips over into the mud. “Ooo careful" the tramp says and picks her up. Meanwhile across the park the teenagers from the other night run over screaming.
“OI get away from her you dirty tramp!” Sophie looks over and asks
“What do you thinks wrong with them” the tramp stands back and moves away.
“Come here. SOPHIE, come here” She looks over confused at the tramp. The teenagers run over and the teenager girl called Chantelle from last night grabs her arm and puts her behind her back.
“Pick on someone else your own size dick” she spits on the floor. “Touch her again and there will be trouble” She shouts. “Let’s go... we taking you home kid”

The door knocks and the Sophies Grandma stirs from her sleep and gets up to answer it. She opens the door to see a girl from the town called Chantelle with Sophie holding her hand covered in mud.
“SOPHIE! What are you doing outside what has happened to you” she looks at her muddy coat.
Chantelle looks down at Sophie for a while and sees her put her head to the floor so she answers for her, “We found her in the park that dirty tramp was with her, lucky we arrived looked like he pushed her in the dirt” she points at the coat again.
“He didn’t we were playing” Sophie speaks up and looks from Chantelle and her Grandma several times.
“Get in Sophie” her Grandma snaps.
“Thank you Chantelle for bringing her back” Sophie walks in and stands behind her grandma and begins to take her coat off. “How is your mum?”
“She’s alright I guess, misses dad but she’s alright, catch you later Mrs Thorn” Sophie’s Grandma closes the door and turns around to see her walking up the stairs.
“SOPHIE” she screams, Sophie jumps and turns around “How did you get out?” Sophie looks down at her feet.
“I was just looking for mummy and I was only playing when she went and brought me back...she went crazy I only fell over”
“playing with whom?”
“A man in the park”
“Sophie you know we don’t talk to strangers” Grandma walks over to the stairs climbs a couple sits down next to where Sophie stands and sits her on her lap. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you as well so please don’t do that again” She grips tightly onto Sophie and begins to rock her.

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I hope you all enjoyed part One of Two of my new fictional story called How To Heaven. The story idea came a while ago when myself and director Sam Milletti were talking about film ideas and it was one we spoke about and I went a wrote it very rough but didn't think about it for a while but have just gone back and re-written it properly. So again hope you all enjoyed it and keep looking for Part Two and find out if Sophie gets to heaven.

Text & Image (from my series called Homeless) Copyright Michael Sweeeney Photography

Bad Love Part Five

If you haven't read parts ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR click the words to read them before you read this part. Also please do not read on if you are sensitive and easily offended.

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Angela stands staring at me in the face and I see that look in her eye, just like a deer gets before it decides whether to run in front of a car or not. But I am ahead of her and I am already half way down the stairs before she has even begun to move. Angela starts to run for the kitchen but I am to close behind her and before she even reaches the door I make a dive and catch one of her ankles which makes her topple over. She lets out a scream as she hits the floor and I grip hold of her and slide my way up her body.
“Get off me” she yells as she tries to wrestle free, but I grip so hard onto her body and now I am on top of her. Looking directly into her eyes, she looks beautiful with her hazel brown eyes which sparkle as the lights bounce off of them.
“You look beautiful” I say to her.
“Who are you?”
“I'm the person that you are meant to be with, I'm your friend, your lover your soul mate, I’m the one that you are meant to be with, we are meant to grow old together”
“I don’t even know you” at that point one of her arms breaks free and hits me in the face but after some more struggling I have pinned her down again. “Why are you doing this?” She begins to weep
“Angela I know you felt it too, the connection we had when we touched in the shop”
“I don’t know what you are talking about, where’s Dave? I want to...” I slap her right across the face with one blow which stops her talking and crying.
“You listen to me, We do not need to speak of his name ever again. I have dealt with him and he will bother us no longer” I see the fear in her eyes and I say “No no Angela I'm so sorry I mean you no harm, it’s just I need us to be together” I lean down and smell her neck which sends a shivering sensation down my spine. “Don’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?” she asks.
“That sensation when we are near each other, I knew from the day I fucked your husband that it was the sensation of you left behind that gave me a thrill. I knew I had to follow him, never had I done so before but that day I followed him home it led me to you and ever since I have been holding back the urge to call to you to see you, to have sex with you. Angela I just love you and know we are meant to be together” Angela stares at me for some time before she attempts to lean forwards towards my lips and I ask “You understand?” she nods and tries to come closer to my lips. I close my eyes and embrace for the sensation of her lips touching mine. My heart begins to race and I open my eyes to see her coming even closer and I can’t believe this is happening my Angela, I loosen my grip and let her hands free and I feel her touch my face with her soft hands which move into my hair. Her lips brush mine and part and I can barley hold my excitement for when she will kiss me and then. My body feels numb and my vision goes funny and I roll onto my side. My head is pounding and as I look up I see Angela. Stood over me with an ornament of some sort from the side “What are you doing Angela?” I manage to get out with some coughing.
“You’re a sick bitch now tell me where Dave is” she spits at me.
“I told you not to say his” I pause and take in a deep breath and try to sit up but my head is still pounding and my vision is still blurred “name ever again” I see Angela raise the ornament again and bring it down hard onto my leg which sends a spasm of pain through my body. I grip hold of my leg and scream at her “I was trying to protect you from seeing it but he’s in the kitchen” She drops the ornament onto the hard wooden floor which makes a loud clonk and runs for the kitchen. As she goes I manage to pull myself up off of the floor using the banister for support. I hear Angela let out a scream that makes me hold my ears and I try and call out over her screams “I did it for us.... I DID IT FOR US ANGELA”. I pick up the ornament and stand wobble over to the door way to the living room and then hide behind the door. I hear Angela gagging and then be sick and after a while I hear her get up off the floor and the sound of her taking one of the knifes out of the slot. “Get the fuck out of my house, I'm calling the police” she screams. Then from upstairs something falls over and I hear her call “I know you’re up there, get down here now” I place my hand over my mouth to stop my heavy breathing being heard. “I’m coming for you so get the fuck down.... COME DOWN” Her screaming is getting louder and louder and I heard the first step creak as she climbs the stairs. After a while I slowly walk round from the door and see she has gone upstairs. I glance over into the kitchen and see the remains of a man’s body on the floor and I hear Angela upstairs kicking doors open screaming “WHERE ARE YOU?” although she is screaming I hear her cries after each shout.
“I’m sorry Angela” I whisper. “Angela” I call out.
“Where are you” she calls back.
“Angela can we be together?” There is no response “I need to know, If I can’t have you no one can” I place the ornament on the side again as quietly as I can and head into the kitchen and pick up my own knife from the slot and stand behind the door. I hear the bottom stair creek and I know she is on her way. I see her coming through the crack in the door and I whisper “I’m sorry my sweet” I hold the knife in my hand ready to pounce. “I'm sorry I say again, I'm so sorry” with my head still pounding I take a deep breath and lunge around the door and feel as the knife hits its target and I drive her back against the wall. As we hit the knife glides further inside and her arms have grab the top part of mine near my shoulder and we stare at each other in the eye and I feel the cold steel of her knife on my arm. “You forced me to do this, you couldn’t just let it be” I begin to cry but she does not respond and just stares at me blankly. “We can’t be together here but we can still be together” With my spare hand I take hers with the knife and hold her hand tight. I push the knife again to keep her steady and I feel her begin to slip. I hold her other hand steady and look into her eyes. “Dave did not love you, he fucked whores like me and you don’t or didn’t deserve that. He would never do this for you Angela, this is love” and at that I lunge forward and feel the knife penetrate my skin and stab deep. I feel her body begin to give way and I Iet us fall down onto the cold floor where we are greeted by Dave’s blood. Still holding on our faces are practically touching and some of her face I can’t make out. So I force my head forwards and kiss her lips although she does not kiss back. I pull away and look into her eyes yet they have lost their sparkle and I know my Angela has passed but soon that sparkle will be back and I will see her very soon and we shall live the rest of our lives together in the next life. My body begins to feel weak and I stare into her eyes and say “I love you”.


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I really hoped everyone enjoyed the Bad Love stories/parts - well you must of because everyone kept coming back for more each time but I'm really happy that the story turned out this way because it was only meant to be a one off post. But again although sadly this is the last part of Bad Love there will be more stories and I hope you will all come back and enjoy reading them as much as you have reading these.

I would also like to dedicate this whole series to Chloe Woodger who has been a great lover of Bad Love and showed great support.

Bad Love Part Four

Bad Love is nearly at an end but if you haven't read parts One, Two or three yet click the numbers to read the parts before you read this one. Also warning don't read on if you are sensitive.

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I must have been staring at that body for a good 10 minutes before I even began to drag myself off of the floor. The blood had now and started to drip off of the table and began to make a shimmering puddle. I grab hold of the fridge handle and pull myself up not being able to take my eyes away from his body. I glance around the kitchen not knowing what to do. I step over closer to the body and slowly reach my hand out and touch his arm. The cold sensation touches my hand and I bring it back for a while before closing my eyes and reaching back out. I take hold of his arm and give a tug before stopping and wondering what I was planning to do. As I step back I slip on the blood and grab hold of the side to stop myself from falling over. My eyes dart around the room trying to work out what to do when I see at the bottom of the garden a shed. I give the back door a shove but it’s locked. After searching for the keys for a good while I give up and leave the kitchen and enter the dining room. In there the two patio doors still have the keys in the locks . I twist them both and fling them open which startles a few birds on the fence. I step onto the decking that’s been laid and I see a child’s bike left by the gate but I turn away and try not to think about it. As I get to the shed I see a padlock over the door and mutter “shit”. But I see it hasn’t be locked properly and give it a tug and it comes off without a fight. It doesn’t take me long to find what I was looking for and I take it down off the shelf and hold it in my hands. I take a glance back at the house take a deep breath and head back.

As I approach the lounge I see blood marked footprints on the crème carpet but I ignore them and walk into the kitchen. I place the tool on the floor and stand the other side of the counter and go to shove him off. But at that moment his phone rings from inside his trousers from the hall. I run over to it and see one missed call from Angela appear on the screen. Then a text comes through saying one voicemail. I dial and listen, Angela’s sweet calming voice spreads through my ears.
“Hi Dave it’s me. Emily’s all done at the dentist so I'm just going to buy her a treat in town then I will head home. If you want to start the dinner in about 30 minutes it should be all ready for when I get home. Okay I love you bye”. I hang up the phone and chuck it back on the floor and head to the kitchen, I stand the other side of his body and begin to push. The blood makes a squeaking sound as he slides across but it helps him glide. Once he has fallen off the other side I walk round and take the cover off the tool. His body is face down and I get onto his back as if I were about to seduce him all over again with a back massage. As I hold the tool in my hands it’s as cold as his body and I pause and wonder if what I'm doing is right and if I have another choice. I line up the cold saw against his left shoulder, tighten my leg muscles to hold him still, squint my eyes and lunge down. As I hear a crunch and the saw grinds against his bones I let out a cry and stop for a second. I take back hold of the saw in my hands and press down screaming as I do so.
I climb off what remains of his body panting and look at the pool of blood that remains on the floor. I stare at the body for a while and walk back into the hallway holding onto the sides which leaves a stream of blood on the wall. When I reach the mirror I look at myself with blood everywhere then look back at the body that lies there and I think to myself of how proud I am for what I have just done. Of course I'm not proud I killed someone but what I had to do, not many could have and it’s what makes me a fighter. I slowly make my way back to the kitchen and turn on the cold tap. I lean my head to the side and take a few sips before taking a deep breath and begin to look in the cupboards for some bin bags. I find some under the sink and begin taking the heavy pieces I have cut up into the bags. The blood around me almost doesn’t look real anymore and I begin to laugh. I pick up the saw and finish what I have started.

As I role around in Angela’s soft white sheets I smell her on the pillows and then I smell him. I chuck the pillow on the floor with disgust and then begin sniffing her pillow once more. Then the front door closes.
“Dave it’s me are you...” I know by the pause that she must have seen the blood on the wall. I lay there still trying to listen for her movements when I hear her call again. “Dave where are you? DAVE” she screams. I throw the blood stained covers off of me and walk out the bedroom to the top of the stairs hiding behind the wall only showing my face and then I hear her call “Dave is that you”. She comes back from the direction of the kitchen and reaches the bottom of the stairs. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I say
“Please excuse my appearance I didn't have time to get changed for when you got here” She just stares at me doesn’t say a thing, so many questions flying around her head no doubt.
“w..wher....where’s Dave? Who the fuck are you?” She manages to get out.
“In the kitchen” Angela doesn’t move for a second and then as she goes to move to the kitchen I scream “ANGELA” she stops “don’t worry about Dave. Were all alone now just me and you like we should be”.

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Bad Love Part Three

As I hold the child in my arms I look into the shop from where she came from and that’s when I hear her call. “Emily, Emily where are you?” The child gives a wriggle in my arms and goes to call out.
“Mu...” My hand slams over her mouth stopping any sound coming out of her mouth. The child is so shocked that she doesn’t even try to remove my hand. I begin to walk down the street and then it hits me. What am I doing? I put her back down on the floor and take her hand.
“Let’s go find your mummy” As we walk back to the shop I can still hear Angela calling. As we walk in the shop there she is. Angela stood there a smile spreads across my face and I walk towards her.
“MUMMY” the little girl shouts and breaks free of my grip and runs towards her, Angela turns around.
“Emily” she turns and see hers daughter and her smile the fades as she sees me.
“She ran out of the shop and I heard you call so I brought her back in for you”
“Thank you “Angela touches my right arm and I feel her skin touch mine and it sends shivers down my spine “... are you okay” a single tear is running down my face as I stare at Angela.
“Yes, yes sorry” I glance at the child “I would hate to think what would happen if I hadn’t of found her” I smile and walk out of the shop and back to my flat.

After that meeting with Angela I needed to see her again and that’s when the next morning I found myself on the bus back to Colt Street. As the bus pulls over I smile at the bus driver and step out into the sunshine. I pull my bag back onto my shoulder and head towards the house. I walk straight up to the door and bang my fist onto it. He then comes to the door that man I had slept with, the wonderful man that brought Angela into my life. “What are you doing here” he goes to close the door but I put my bag in the way. I glance behind and see Angelas car is missing so I push my way inside. I slam the front door behind me and push him up against the wall.
“I’ve missed you” He grabs me by the arms and tries to push me away. “Ever since that night together I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” I push my hand down towards his penis and give it a squeeze. As I do so I see the delight in his eyes and in one swift movement open his zipper. He barley puts up a fight as I unbuckle his belt and lower his trousers. As I pull down his underwear his penis is already hard and I look up at him and smile. “I can see you have missed me too” He grins down at me and says,
“I haven’t got any money on me”
“This one is free” I wink at him and stand up, I look over at the living room then up the stairs but then I see a large kitchen with a worktop big enough to fit us both on. “Let’s do it in the kitchen” I tread on his trousers and underwear to help them slip over his feet and I then lead him by his hand into the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen I push him onto the worktop first. “Call me Angela will you” He looks at me confused for a few seconds but then rips open my blouse and a few buttons fall to the floor. I slide off my underwear and climb up on top of him and guide him inside me. I begin to kiss his chest and bite his nipples and he begins to moan. His hand then flies out and knocks over a stand holding various bits of cutlery. I push myself up which pushes him further inside me, he grabs my hips and thrusts harder. “Call me Angela” I scream “ Call me Angela” I close my eyes as he grabs my breasts and I continue to shout “Call me Angela” as he fucks me faster I begin to scream the words over and over again and he lets out a loud groan. “CALL ME ANGELA, CALL ME ANGELA, CALL ME ANGELA” Just as he groans I feel a rush go over my body and I let out a scream. He stops stops thrusting so I carry on for a while until I climax again and I then pull him out and lay down next to him panting. My eyes remain closed as I roll over and put my arm around his chest when I feel the wet touch on my arm where he no doubt cummed all over his chest. As my heart stops racing I relax and feel my body drift into a sleep.

Slowly my eyes open and I see the kitchen ceiling above me and I grin “that was good wasn’t it” I say but get no response. So I put my hand out next to me and feel something cold which makes me sit upright and look down next to me where I see blood everywhere and several holes in his chest with a knife by the side of him. I jump off the counter and put my hand to my mouth as I back into the corner of the room where I slide down the wall and sit onto the floor.

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