Blood Sisters: Can a pledge made for life endure beyond death?. Julie Shaw

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       Chapter 5

      There was really nothing for it but to leave. Despite Vikram assuring both of them that he knew it had been Paddy who’d started it, Lucy couldn’t countenance staying a second longer. She looked a complete state, for one thing. Her tights were laddered, her white court shoes now had a red polka-dot pattern, and her hair, she could feel, was like a rat’s nest. But it wasn’t just how she looked. It was how she felt: she felt shame. She’d felt everyone’s eyes boring into her. Everyone judging her. As well they might have. What had she been thinking, wellying in the way she had? Was her hatred of Paddy Allen that strong that she could no longer contain herself?

      She felt tears prick in her eyes. She was shaking still. Jittery. All that unspent adrenalin still coursing through her veins. She jumped in shock as Jimmy banged the pub door open with his foot. Followed him out into the car park, where it wasn’t even dark yet. Looked around anxiously. No sign of Vicky and that bastard Paddy, thank God.

      ‘Oh, babes, I can’t believe this,’ she cried, only now taking in the full, horrible extent of it. If she looked a state, Jimmy looked like a car crash. His trousers ripped, his shirt streaked with red, buttons missing. His best white shirt, too, the one she’d bought him for his birthday. She knew Paddy had belted him hard – Christ, she’d heard it – but it had obviously been even harder than she’d thought. The blow – or blows, the bastard – had split both his nose and lip open. And just as red raw now was Jimmy’s anger.

      ‘You can’t believe it!’ he barked, his fists still clenching and unclenching. Thank God Paddy hadn’t decided to wait outside for them. She could see it would have all started up again out here. She took a step towards Jimmy, the tears really flowing now. Wanting only to comfort him and be comforted in return. But Jimmy was in no mood to either hug her or be placated. ‘Luce, he’s showed us both up to fuck, and for nothing! Christ, he’s a prick! A first-class one, at that. Always has been.’ He rounded on her now. ‘I don’t know how you expect me to tolerate him, I really don’t. And frigging Vicky! What the fuck was she doing, threatening you like that? Some fucking friend she is!’

      Lucy reached for Jimmy’s hand, but he’d half turned away from her. He was still too wired up to stand still. And he had a point. She’d been shocked too when Vicky had turned on her. After all, she was only sticking up for her bloke. That bastard Paddy had just bloody punched him! And for nothing. For what? It had come out of nowhere. Jimmy had done nothing to provoke it. So what did Vic expect? That she’d just stand there and let him?

      Though Jimmy clearly hadn’t seen the way she’d flown at Paddy. But though a part of her was relieved at that – Jimmy had no respect for brawling girls – a part of her felt bad for her friend.

      But, at the same time, looking at Jimmy’s battered face, she felt vindicated. Of course she’d kicked out. Vic would have done the same. And she would again. It was no more than Paddy Allen deserved. Lucy shrugged, conscious that they probably needed to leave it. ‘Just sticking her oar in because I was trying to help you, I imagine.’ Now she did take hold of his hand. ‘I’m fine though, Jimmy, honest. It’s you that’s—’

      ‘You’re not though,’ Jimmy said, pulling her in to him, kissing her hair unthinkingly and then yowling at the pain. ‘Shit! Look at the state of us both. God, that fucking shit! I swear to God, hand on heart, Luce, I’ll have that cocky bastard. He might have won this battle, but you mark my words, he will not – he really will not win the fucking war!’

      It was enough to raise her spirits a notch. ‘You sound like Winston Churchill.’

      ‘That right? He was a sweary fucker too, was he? I must have missed that. Come on, babes, no point in hanging around out here. Let’s go home.’

      Not that the walk seemed to calm Jimmy any. In fact, the more they walked, the more he seemed to wind himself up, ranting on about what a twat Paddy Allen had always been, and about how Vicky was insane for having anything to do with him. About how Lucy should wake up and see things for what they were. That though they’d been mates for years, she should see what was in front of her – that the Vicky they knew now was not the same Vicky she used to be. That she’d been brainwashed by Paddy, and that the process was ongoing, and that the best thing she could do, the only thing she should do, was to cut Vicky out of her life now.

      And Lucy had to concede there were elements of truth in what he said. ‘I’ll certainly be giving her a wide berth for a bit,’ she agreed. She was still smarting at the memory of the expression on Vicky’s face. It was one she’d never seen before, ever. ‘And you never know,’ she added, ‘maybe if she doesn’t have me to fall back on, she’ll get tired of Paddy and see him for what he really is.’

      Jimmy huffed. ‘I wouldn’t hold your breath,’ he said dryly. ‘She already knows what he is. A twat. And she doesn’t care. She’s with a twat who’s always hated that she has anything to do with a copper’s son – even if it’s just by association. That’s what it is. He wants an end to your friendship. And he won’t stop causing trouble till that’s exactly what he gets.’

      Not for the first time, Lucy wondered at how different she and Vicky really were. For years everyone had said they were so alike. At school the teachers had called them the ‘terrible twins’, or the ‘gruesome twosome’, as they had always been inseparable. Then Paddy had come along and everything had changed. Vicky had changed almost overnight, in fact – like she was under his spell.

      It shouldn’t be like that, should it? ‘I wish she’d met someone like you,’ she said wistfully. ‘Someone normal, and nice, and bloody decent.’

      ‘Steady on, babe,’ Jimmy said. ‘You make me sound about as interesting as a fucking knitting pattern СКАЧАТЬ