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


6. Heaven Has Died

The alarm went off at six thirty, as usual. I hit the snooze button lay back slowly coming around. A smile crossed my lips as I remembered the previous night. After all the emotion that we had encountered the previous day with the non-delivery, the evening had been perfect. Sinead had been like another person. She was always passionate but during the night she had revealed a side to herself that I quite liked. We'd reveled in each other’s ecstasy, reaching new heights that lasted well into the night. All inhibitions were suddenly gone. Memories of the previous evening flooding back, I turned towards Sinead seeking out her delectable body, wanting to explore her ample figure. All I found was the warm spot where her wonderful body had lain. Pulling myself up I squinted through the light. I saw a vague shape sitting in the window. I searched for my glasses, then smiled as I remembered they were still downstairs with the rest of my clothes.

'Sinead, what are you doing? It’s early' I asked switching on the light. She turned her gaze away from the window towards me. She was biting her nails again, not a good sign. That meant she was really anxious. After the previous night I feared that we were back on the downward spiral again. The walls going up. I pulled on a pair of pants and strolled over to the window seat. It was chilly in the early morning. Dawn would be breaking in about half an hour. Already the thin wispy light was starting to filter down the valley. A faint red hue tinted the eastern sky. Red sky in the morning was a phrase that came to mind. It might be quiet now, but a storm was probably brewing.

I put my arm around Sinead. She sat there hunched up with her head resting on her legs. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, the faded logo read ‘Dragons Make it Better’. A T-shirt we’d had printed for our fantasy games club.

'What's up love?' I said quietly, kissing the side of her head. I didn't feel any response to my hug.

She shook her head and turned back to the window.

'I'm OK' she said. Yes the barriers were once more back up. The emotions of the past night forgotten. This was beginning to become a problem. How can you get close to someone when they won't let you have the keys to their door? I adored Sinead but there were times when I could have taken a sledgehammer to he, so strong were those doors.

We sat in silence looking out of the window. Slowly the sun peeked over the horizon and long shadows formed behind trees and houses. The moorland opposite the house was a mass of brown and purple. Towards the west, the reservoir sat. The sun shone its rays onto the water turning it instantly from a black mass to a living blue hued entity.

'What time do you think the parcel will come?' She asked eventually.

'If it does?' I muttered under my breath.

Sinead pulled away from me. I could see instantly that I'd said the wrong thing.

'Why, why would he say that if he didn't mean it?' She replied almost shouting at me now.

I examined her face. She was indignant and looked as if I was repulsing her with my words. I hesitated not quite knowing how far I could push this.

'Well', I said at length, ' What do we really know about Kiyoshi. I mean, we've sent him money and he's not really given us anything, has he'

I felt the daggers in my chest as her look changed. Once again I had said the wrong thing at the wrong time. I could never get the hang of relationships. My only ever serious relationship, if you can call two months a serious relationship, with Helen had stuttered when I couldn't say the right thing at the right time. I couldn't put up with another failed relationship. Although I thought I'd been in love with Helen, it hadn't been half of the relationship that Sinead and I shared.

'So it's about the money is it? I knew we'd get back to that.' she exploded

She leapt to her feet leaning in to me to make her full point, the anger boiling over.

'No it's not the money, hell it was a lot of cash, but I could afford it. It's just that, well,  we don't know this bloke at all. He could be just spinning a yarn after all.'

'He's not a liar, he's real. I've chatted to him for years. He's never asked me for anything before. He really believes that Titon are doing something with Pokemon. He reckons that they're ramping up to produce something new to the market' She spat at me.

'Maybe you're too close to see it?' I ventured limply.

'Too close, what's that supposed to mean, do you think I'm having an affair with him' she screeched at me, 'you never did like me chatting with him, did you?'

She'd hit the nail on the head there, I guess. I had been totally jealous of her chats online with Kiyoshi. At first she'd been really secretive. I was unsure about what they were up to. You hear so many disturbing tales about the internet these days. I wondered just how far these web cam chats had gone. I can't help it I love Sinead, I want to protect her. The thought that some greasy bloke had got her to take her kit off in front of a web cam repulsed me. She'd reassured me that they'd only ever chatted, but the thought made me sick.

'I'm sorry that came out all wrong, it's just that......' I replied. I didn't know quite what to say without her exploding. She wouldn't listen to reason when she was like this. It's as if every valve in her beautiful head had blown and she was thinking one dimensionally. She was hyper intelligent, but sometimes failed to see two sides of an argument when she was mad.

She looked down at me with absolute contempt.  I could feel her anger. She swirled around on her heels and stormed out of the room into the en-suite. Slamming the door, so that dust jumped from the door jar. Then she did something, she'd never done before, she locked the door.

I gazed at the locked door in despair. What had just happened? I'd gone in a few hours from ecstasy to despair. How could this be happening? Feeling totally cold, I crossed the bedroom and got back in the bed. Pulling the quilt around my body tightly I starred at the door. Hearing the cistern go and the toilet seat being banged down, I started to cry softly into the bed covers.

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