Will had phoned Kav after ringing for an ambulance – he didn’t know what the hell to do with Stu, and Kav told him he’d been on his way to pick Cathy up from work so they weren’t too far away. Will had Stu handcuffed to the front porch and was sitting holding Annie’s hand, who he’d managed to put into the recovery position. Kav ran from the car, took one look at the mess in front of him and ran his hand over his shaved head. ‘I bloody knew this was too good to be true. I was just thinking how wonderful it was – this peace and quiet. What’s his excuse?’ Kav nodded in the direction of the drunken, mumbling Stu who was muttering apologies to the wooden porch he was handcuffed to. ‘I lost it and hit him, I was so angry. I came home to find him straddling Annie, who was lying at the foot of the stairs. I don’t know if she’s fallen down them and banged her head or whether he’s done it. What the fuck was he thinking?’ Will turned to face Stu and shouted. ‘What the fuck were you thinking?’ He couldn’t say any more because he was scared to speak the words out loud, but if the idiot had hurt their baby or badly injured Annie then he wouldn’t be responsible for what would happen to him.
