Running Scared - In Search of Truth Pt1

My NaNoWriMo Entry for 2013.

Sinead and Tom are two like minded spirits who find that love is hard to share. They must overcome the everyday problems they have to find if Pokemon actually survive. From grimy Stockby, their search takes them to Malaysia and the truth, but can they handle the truth and will they be together at the end?

Please note that is not a novel about Pokemon.

Inspired by a conversation around a campfire.

Dedicated to the real Sinead. #iLECT


8. Breakfast

Are you going to college today?’ I asked Sinead as she lay serenely in my arms on our un-made bed. It was just past nine o’clock in the morning and the curtains were open. It was lovely to do this as we could see out but not being overlooked meant the world couldn’t look in. From the bed we could see out on a sunny day that was developing. The tree tops on the opposite hill side were swinging their branches as if dancing along to the soft music playing out of the speakers.

‘Would you mind if I hurt you?

Understand that I need to

Wish that I had other choices

Than to harm the one I love


What have you done now?!


I know I'd better stop trying

You know that there's no denying

I won't show mercy on you now

I know, should stop believing

I know, there's no retrieving

It's over now, what have you done?


What have you done now?!


I, I've been waiting for someone like you

But now you are slipping away... oh

Why, why does fate make us suffer?

There's a curse between us, between me and you’

Within Temptation were a group that both Sinead and I loved. I was hoped to surprise Sinead with a trip to see them, the coming year. The tickets were bought, I was just waiting for the time to tell her. I’d wait until a little before the event before I sprung the news. I liked to surprise Sinead, it gave me a great pleasure to see the expression on her face when she opened a package or envelope. I got so much contentment from the act of giving.

Sinead shrugged her shoulders. She usually left about eight in the morning and then I got to work. However the ups and downs of this morning meant we were both running late. We’d been laid here together for a good half an hour. I was a little unsure of what my gorgeous Sinead was thinking, but I had been remembering the last few hours. Something seemed to have snapped inside her brain. Her inhibitions were gone. Usually she did the best she could to cover herself up, but here she was laying completely naked in my arms. While she might not like her exquisite body, I thought it was breathtaking. My eyes wandered up and down.

‘Down Tiger’, Sinead said smiling at me. She raised herself up and went to look out of the winter giving me a view of her ravishing rear. I knew this was part of Sinead that she hated, usually hidden away under clothing. She crouched down leaning forward out of the window careful not to expose herself to the outside world. However it gave me an even more revealing view. I breathed deeper.

‘Do you think the parcel will arrive?’ Sinead said turning to me?

‘Who knows, if it doesn’t then we write it off and move on. If it does, then we’ll decide what to do then’ I replied levelly.

She smiled that radiant smile. My heart fluttered every time I saw it. It gave me goose bumps all over my body. It’s hard to explain exactly how much Sinead had brought to my life. She had given me the confidence to pursue new clients, find new avenues and face my own personal demons.

She turned back and looked out of the window again. I raised myself from the bed and pulled on my pants and a T-shirt and set off out of the room.

‘Want some breakfast?’ I asked.

She turned and nodded and then went back on van watch.

I went downstairs and looked in the fridge. It was getting pretty empty, a trip to the supermarket was called for I think. There was a pack of bacon, a bit of milk, orange juice and some mouldy looking cheese. I found some bread in the bread bin and checked it for flecks of green. I wondered what my mum and dad would have made of Sinead and me living together. In sin I think she’d have called it. I think however she’d have approved of Sinead. She was a no nonsense girl, not on of these flighty types that you saw around the town. I pulled the pan off the shelf and placed it on the ring. Lighting the gas I placed some bacon in the pan before turning on the kettle.

Within a few minutes the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of cooking bacon. It was one of those wonderful smells that you can ever have. I reckon it would even turn the most vehement vegetarian to meat within seconds. I turned the bacon and made myself a cup of strong coffee. The aroma of the bacon wafting from the pan was making my stomach rumble. It seemed ages since I’d eaten.

Turning the gas off I quickly made the sandwiches and poured a glass of orange juice for Sinead. I found one of my mum’s old trays and put everything on. Why do people have trays I used to think, but they were really useful items to have around.

Sinead was still sat at the window when I got in the room. I placed the tray down by the window and sat next to her. Kissing her shoulder, I realized how cold she’d become. I pulled off my T-Shirt and saw her raised eyebrows. I smiled and handed the T-shirt to her. She kissed my lips tenderly and pulled it on mouthing the words Thank You. She pulled the shirt over her head, picked up the orange juice and took a long drink.

‘Needed that’ She said after draining the whole glass.

We sat eating the bacon sandwiches watching the world go by through the glass. Traffic was whizzing along the bypass that ran along the opposite hillside oblivious to our eyes watching it.

‘So are you going in today?’ I asked after a while.

‘No, think I’ll stay at home today.’ She glanced towards me. ‘I think we need to talk’

I nodded, she had as usual hit the nail on the head.

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