I Am Unworthy by Angela Mack

Author:Angela Mack [Mack, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Joshua

“Holy shit, mate. This place is ridiculous!” Ollie and I stopped dead in our tracks, staring at the colossal house in front of us.

“No fucking way is this Detective Dickwad’s house!” He looked at me open-mouthed and I shrugged.

“This is definitely the address, so must be.”

“Shit. Now I feel like a complete prick,” Ollie sighed.

“Why?”

“I’ve been giving him such a hard time about spending so much time over our house every weekend. I mean, he’s been glued to my mum’s hip the past few weeks…”

“You sure it’s her hip he’s glued to?” I sniggered, interrupting him.

“Fuck off. Anyway, last week I accused him of sponging off of us. Eating our food, watching our TV...and all this time, he lived in this place! He didn't say anything to me once. He must be pretty high up in the police. And no way Mum would feel comfortable coming over to a place like this. She’d feel well too self-conscious and out of place. She’d definitely do a runner. And he must know that, which is why he’s been hanging around our shithole instead of living it up in this palace!” Ollie looked genuinely bereaved at this development. “Why couldn’t he live in a council house like every other fucker that’s ever shown any interest in Mum?”

“Because they were all fucking morons and maybe Detective Pussy-Whipped is better than her usual type?"

“Do NOT start fucking calling him that. That’s my mother you’re talking about!” Ollie slammed into my shoulder, almost knocking me over as I burst into hysterics. He stomped away from me, heading straight for the front door. I had to jog a little to catch-up with him. He pushed his way through without knocking and the chavvy dance music was infinitely louder now we were inside.

“Do you even know what this guy looks like?” I asked. “You’ve not met him before, right?”

“Mum showed me a picture. He’s some hotshot captain of a local football team or summin.’” Ollie took the lead, going through the nearest doorway. In search of some alcohol, no doubt. Holy shit, my house could fit into the downstairs of this place about three times over. High ceilings, sparsely furnished and pristine, it looked like a fucking show home. Not exactly homely but stunning nonetheless. Ollie began rifling through the fridge, smiling when he found two beers. He then started searching through the cupboards, grabbing two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. He poured the shots, passing me one along with the beer. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“We need more than just beer to get through tonight, my friend,” Ollie announced as he downed his shot. I followed suit, feeling the comforting burn as the liquid slipped down my throat.

“We do not look like we belong here,” I pointed out, referring to the fact that almost everyone else was in designer labels. I was in my black jeans, white t-shirt and black trainers. Again. Nothing special.

“That’s because we don’t belong here, mate. But it’s free booze, free pizza and it’ll make Mum happy that I came.

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