She stood on her doorstep, back hunched, shoulders rounded, and squinted at them through thick-lensed glasses. Her home-knitted cardigan, brown with hints of beige running through it, crossed over at the front, her arms clamping the garment to her. “Glenn, you say?” “Yes, madam.” Langham smiled. ...
Carl had stopped off to buy some new clothes, lube, and condoms before finding this shithole and signing in using another of Paul's credit cards. He switched on the light and gazed around, disgusted by the squalor. It reminded him of where he'd just been and everything he strove to get away from....
Wanted cock, but not quite so often, and as for the soul… I thought Ted loved me in his own way. Turns out he really didn’t give a flying fuck.For now, my arsehole’s all right, but I’m not so sure about my soul.I’m here now, with Alfie, and Ted’s in the past. Shame he doesn’t stay there. You know...
Had he heard him right? “What do you mean?""Frost wants you upstairs tonight.""What for?” He eyed the man with suspicion. After the shit they'd been through, he didn't trust any fucker anymore except Toby.Beard dug into his pocket for a bunch of keys and stood on the mattress, feet either side of...
He’d go for a walk at some point, clear the cobwebs, get back to being totally focused. Perhaps come back and write in his diary. That little book was a godsend. Like, as soon as he started writing, all the angst went away, spilling onto the page via ink instead of swirling in his body and making...
It was skew-whiff on its hinges, like it had hung there for years and grown warped from the weather. He grimaced, waiting for a creak or whine to give them away, but none came. Dane hunkered down and shifted in front of Adam so they could both see into the barn. The heat from Dane’s back warmed A...
And yeah, there was always that worry, especially when I didn’t go anywhere or actively try to find someone. I didn’t see the point—since I’d come out, it seemed everyone treated me like a leper. Down in the bloody dumps, that’s what I was and, I had to admit, maybe enjoying that a bit too much. ...
Mum had returned to religion, then, after I left. Maybe she thought God was the only being out there who understood her, the only one who would give the answers she sought. I mean, she was the type who would claim to hear God's words in her mind when really they were her own. She'd manipulate wha...