Sean September
SEAN
September
The next few weeks passed fast. There was so much that needed doing at the mansion, just to make sure the floor didn’t collapse under us or the roof didn’t come down, that I was there all day, every day.
Given that, before I met Louise, I’d spent most days sleeping off a sex-and-booze-fueled hangover, it was an adjustment.
But, in time, I found I kind of liked seeing mornings.
And it was worth it, to be with Louise. We were together a lot, now, every hour she didn’t have to be at her job or looking after her sister.
Most of the time, we were working, but I still managed to coax her away from the plants long enough to go up to the big four poster in the bedroom.
..or I’d push her down on one of the tables and slowly strip her.
..or I’d just catch her as she walked past and press her up against the wall… .
When she was there, it was great. When she wasn’t, though...that’s when I got to thinking. Like right now, as I hammered down a new floorboard.
In another few weeks, it’ll all be over. Louise would bring in a great crop—I didn’t doubt that for a second. If I could keep her safe until then, we could sell it to Malone and Kayley could get her treatment.
...and then what?
Against all my expectations, it felt good to have opened up to her. It felt great. But once we’d sold the crop and she’d gone back to her normal life...would she still want me? What the hell could I offer her? All I was good at was being a scary fucker and smashing stuff up.
I heard a noise from the next room, where the plants were. Shit. Probably just a bird—there were enough missing slates on the roof that they got in, sometimes. But I wasn’t taking any chances: I kept the claw hammer in my hand. As I crept through the doorway, I drew it back….
No one there. I could see right across the room, between the shifting foliage. I sighed, lowered the hammer and started walking the aisles, looking for the bird. I’d heard something....
I was on my third aisle when I heard the rustle. I spun around, lifting up the hammer again...but there was no one.
Not at that height.
It wasn’t until I glanced down that I saw the intruder, sitting on the floor against a table leg.
“Hi,” said Kayley.