Only The Good Die Young, Book 2
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,194
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I do not own The Bill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Chapter 6:
Dear Tony,
I don’t know exactly how to put this, and I think the best thing I could do is to spit it out. I never, ever meant to hurt you but I know I did. I am so sorry. I wish I could bac back everything I said and everything I did on that day, so that there would be no pain, and no hurt feelings between us. Just love and friendship. However, I know I can’t take it back and the best I can do is to sincerely, and truly apologize to you, and hope that someday you may find it in your heart to forgive me.
It’s been very strange since I got out of prison, and I’ve had some very interesting conversations with some very unlikely people. A matter that I believed was dead and buried has somehow managed to come back to life, in the oddest of places, and I have to go away. I don’t know if I’ll ever be back. I am leaving in a weeks’ time. I would very much like to see you before I go, although I understand if you don’t ever want to see me again. If you wish to speak with me, I’ll be in the Canley Arms from 1:30 – 2:00 on Wednesday. Please come, Tony.
Love,
Katy x
Tony let the letter fall on the floor. He felt overjoyed and numb all at the same time. He was so happy that Katy wanted to talk to him again, but couldn’t believe that she was going away forever. And what was she on about, “A matter that was dead and buried”? Was it something to do with John? And why would it mean that she would have to go away? If it had to do with him, surely the furthest away she’d have to go was Liverpool? It didn’t make sense. He would definitely be there to see her before she left.
* * *
“This is Katy, I’m not able to come to the phone, please leave a message,” her machine said.
“Katy, It’s Chris Deakin. I was wondering if I could see you tonight. Please give me a call. 020 8565 9143”
‘Not likely,’ Katy thought to herself. She opened up her closet and started packing.
* * *
“Tony!” Katy exclaimed. Tony wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big bear hug.
“How are you?”
“Fine, can I get you a drink?”
“Yeah, vodka and cranberry juice please, Tone.”
Tony went to the bar. Katy sat down at the table and watched people walk past outside of the pub window. She glanced over at Tony. He had dressed up, and was looking good. He definitely made an effort for her. Tony came back with her drink.
“Katy…”
“No, Tony, before you say anything I just want to say how truly sorry I am for what happened.” Katy took his hand and squeezed it. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“No Katy, it’s my fault. I never should have went after you like that. I’m sorry for putting you in that situation and taking advantage of you like that. You were hurting and I used you.”
“No you didn’t Tony, honestly you didn’t.” Katokedoked in his big brown eyes and smiled.
“That’s awful sweet of you to say that.”
“I mean it, Tone.” Katy sipped her drink, “stlystly.”
“Can we start again, Katy?” Tony asked.
“I don’t see why not. Hi, I’m Katy, and I’d like to be your friend.” Katy grinned and extended her hand to Tony.
Tony shook her hand and laughed. He put his arm around Katy and gave her a squeeze.
Katy smiled, “See? That’s better.”
Tony sipped his pint, “Yeah.” He felt a pang of desire flush through him when he looked at her but squashed it as firmly as he could.
“Now what’s all this about something dead and buried?” Tony asked.
“Yeah… Something unexpected came up. I’ve got to go away for a while.”
“How long are you going for?”
“Maybe a week. Maybe forever.”
“Forever?” Tony felt his heart sink.
“Yeah. It depends on how it goes.”
Tony was quiet for a minute. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, Tone. But I want to give you something.”
Katy fished in her handbag and produced two sets of keys. She slid them across the table to him.
“What’s this?”
“Keys to my house and my car. I want you to have my house and car, Tony. I know you like nice cars.”
“I couldn’t live in your house, Katy!”
“You're living at the section house, right?”
“Yeah. But it’s closing soon.”
“There you go then, there’s your home. You can do what you like with it, you can even sell it and take the money for a down-payment on your own place in Sun Hill. I don’t mind. But it’s yours. I’ll get the deed signed over to you this afternoon if you say yes.”
“But what if you come back?”
Katy looked out the window, and sighed. She looked back at Tony.
“I won’t be coming back.”
Tony was quiet. He felt so very sad. It was so nice of her to give him her home, but he didn’t want it. Not without her living there.
“When are you going?”
“Saturday.”
“Can I see you before you go?”
“Sure, Tone. Why don’t you come over tomorrow night and I’ll give you the deed then? You don’t mind if I stay through until Saturday?”
“No, no, of course not.”
“Good.” Katy finished her drink and checked her watch. “I’ve got to run. Solicitor’s appointment.”
Tony stood up and gave her a big hug. His hands were shaking. “I’ll… I’ll see you then, yeah?”
Katy kissed his cheek gently, “Sure.”
He watched her walk away and felt like crying.
* * *
“This is Katy, I’m unable to come to the phone, please leave a message.”
“Katy, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re avoiding me. Call me.”
Katy was putting things in boxes, photos, mementos, pieces of art that she wanted to take with her. She was leaving Tony her furniture, cookware, and mostly everything else, but wanted to take with her at least a few things. She knew she needed to deal with Chris Deakin soon, but wasn’t sure what to say other than, “Thanks for a good time, bye.” He deserved better than that but frankly, that’s how she felt about their evening together. He would have been a nice person to get to know. But things have changed now. John’s still alive, and she was going to find him on her own. She hoped he was going through agony, when she refused to go back with Don Beech. She was going to teach John a little lesson in respect and make him earn her.
The doorbell rang. It was Tony.
“Alright mate?” Katy said, opening the door.
“Hi there sweetie.” Tony gave Katy a kiss on the cheek. He had brought her some flowers.
“Thanks, Tone!” she exclaimed, and went to find a vase.
Tony looked around her house. His house. He studied the raw ceiling, hand carved handrail going up the steps, and ancient hardwood floor. He could be happy here. There was no way he could afford a place like this on his police salary, and couldn’t believe wae was just dropping it in his lap.
Katy set the flowers on the mantle, and came out with a manila folder. “Here are your papers sir. All you have to do is get them checked over by your solicitor and sign them and this place is officially yours.”
“Katy are you sure this is what you really want to do?”
“Yes. This place has too many memories for me, and you need a decent home that you can call your own.”
“What are you packing?” Tony looked in her box.
“Just a few things, my photos, some memories that I want to take with me. I’ll get my solicitor to mail them for me.”
“No, you don’t have to do that, why don’t you let me?”
“Alright.”
“Do you have the address yet?”
“No. Once I do, I’ll call you and you can mail them down to me.”
“Where are you going, Katy?”
“Jamaica.”
“What’s in Jamaica?”
“I don’t know.” Katy smiled.
“So you’re leaving everything behind for something that you know nothing about?”
“No, I know a bit about it. Look, Tony, don’t worry about it. It’s my folly.”
“Alright.” Tony knew when top iop it.
Katy went into the kitchen and took a bottle of wine out of the fridge. “Care to have a glass with me?”
“Sure!” Tony said. He walked into her kitchen and got a good look of her copper pans that were hanging from the ceiling. There were spotlights, two ovens, stainless steel appliances. And it was all going to be his. He could hardly believe it.
“Here’s…” she paused, considering her words, “To happy futures.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Tony raised his glass and sipped.
Tony and Katy sat and talked long into the night. Somewhere in the course of the evening Tony realised that although he loved Katy, and always would do, that they were really better suited as friends. He cared deeply for her and felt very protective towards her, but he knew that romantically, they probably wouldn’t have had much of a chance together. Katy was too wild, even now, and slightly dangerous. She wasn’t the kind of girl that could be tamed by someone like him. He found himself wishing her well, and hoping that she met someone in Jamaica who would be perfect for her.
Tony glanced at his watch. It was 1:30 AM.
“Oh, I’ve got to go, Katy, I’m sorry. I’m on at noon.”
“Alright, Tony. Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, thank you!”
Katy gave Tony a big hug and a kiss. “I’ll never forget you Tony Stamp.”
“And I’ll never forget you either Katy. You take care. And don’t forget to call me with your address for those boxes.”
“Alright Tony. Take care my friend. Until we meet again.”
Tony bent down and gave Katy a soft kiss. His eyes felt moist.
“Until we meet again.”
Katy waved at him as he drove off. Despite his efforts, he had to pull over halfway back to Sun Hill as there was something in his eyes.
Dear Tony,
I don’t know exactly how to put this, and I think the best thing I could do is to spit it out. I never, ever meant to hurt you but I know I did. I am so sorry. I wish I could bac back everything I said and everything I did on that day, so that there would be no pain, and no hurt feelings between us. Just love and friendship. However, I know I can’t take it back and the best I can do is to sincerely, and truly apologize to you, and hope that someday you may find it in your heart to forgive me.
It’s been very strange since I got out of prison, and I’ve had some very interesting conversations with some very unlikely people. A matter that I believed was dead and buried has somehow managed to come back to life, in the oddest of places, and I have to go away. I don’t know if I’ll ever be back. I am leaving in a weeks’ time. I would very much like to see you before I go, although I understand if you don’t ever want to see me again. If you wish to speak with me, I’ll be in the Canley Arms from 1:30 – 2:00 on Wednesday. Please come, Tony.
Love,
Katy x
Tony let the letter fall on the floor. He felt overjoyed and numb all at the same time. He was so happy that Katy wanted to talk to him again, but couldn’t believe that she was going away forever. And what was she on about, “A matter that was dead and buried”? Was it something to do with John? And why would it mean that she would have to go away? If it had to do with him, surely the furthest away she’d have to go was Liverpool? It didn’t make sense. He would definitely be there to see her before she left.
* * *
“This is Katy, I’m not able to come to the phone, please leave a message,” her machine said.
“Katy, It’s Chris Deakin. I was wondering if I could see you tonight. Please give me a call. 020 8565 9143”
‘Not likely,’ Katy thought to herself. She opened up her closet and started packing.
* * *
“Tony!” Katy exclaimed. Tony wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big bear hug.
“How are you?”
“Fine, can I get you a drink?”
“Yeah, vodka and cranberry juice please, Tone.”
Tony went to the bar. Katy sat down at the table and watched people walk past outside of the pub window. She glanced over at Tony. He had dressed up, and was looking good. He definitely made an effort for her. Tony came back with her drink.
“Katy…”
“No, Tony, before you say anything I just want to say how truly sorry I am for what happened.” Katy took his hand and squeezed it. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“No Katy, it’s my fault. I never should have went after you like that. I’m sorry for putting you in that situation and taking advantage of you like that. You were hurting and I used you.”
“No you didn’t Tony, honestly you didn’t.” Katokedoked in his big brown eyes and smiled.
“That’s awful sweet of you to say that.”
“I mean it, Tone.” Katy sipped her drink, “stlystly.”
“Can we start again, Katy?” Tony asked.
“I don’t see why not. Hi, I’m Katy, and I’d like to be your friend.” Katy grinned and extended her hand to Tony.
Tony shook her hand and laughed. He put his arm around Katy and gave her a squeeze.
Katy smiled, “See? That’s better.”
Tony sipped his pint, “Yeah.” He felt a pang of desire flush through him when he looked at her but squashed it as firmly as he could.
“Now what’s all this about something dead and buried?” Tony asked.
“Yeah… Something unexpected came up. I’ve got to go away for a while.”
“How long are you going for?”
“Maybe a week. Maybe forever.”
“Forever?” Tony felt his heart sink.
“Yeah. It depends on how it goes.”
Tony was quiet for a minute. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, Tone. But I want to give you something.”
Katy fished in her handbag and produced two sets of keys. She slid them across the table to him.
“What’s this?”
“Keys to my house and my car. I want you to have my house and car, Tony. I know you like nice cars.”
“I couldn’t live in your house, Katy!”
“You're living at the section house, right?”
“Yeah. But it’s closing soon.”
“There you go then, there’s your home. You can do what you like with it, you can even sell it and take the money for a down-payment on your own place in Sun Hill. I don’t mind. But it’s yours. I’ll get the deed signed over to you this afternoon if you say yes.”
“But what if you come back?”
Katy looked out the window, and sighed. She looked back at Tony.
“I won’t be coming back.”
Tony was quiet. He felt so very sad. It was so nice of her to give him her home, but he didn’t want it. Not without her living there.
“When are you going?”
“Saturday.”
“Can I see you before you go?”
“Sure, Tone. Why don’t you come over tomorrow night and I’ll give you the deed then? You don’t mind if I stay through until Saturday?”
“No, no, of course not.”
“Good.” Katy finished her drink and checked her watch. “I’ve got to run. Solicitor’s appointment.”
Tony stood up and gave her a big hug. His hands were shaking. “I’ll… I’ll see you then, yeah?”
Katy kissed his cheek gently, “Sure.”
He watched her walk away and felt like crying.
* * *
“This is Katy, I’m unable to come to the phone, please leave a message.”
“Katy, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re avoiding me. Call me.”
Katy was putting things in boxes, photos, mementos, pieces of art that she wanted to take with her. She was leaving Tony her furniture, cookware, and mostly everything else, but wanted to take with her at least a few things. She knew she needed to deal with Chris Deakin soon, but wasn’t sure what to say other than, “Thanks for a good time, bye.” He deserved better than that but frankly, that’s how she felt about their evening together. He would have been a nice person to get to know. But things have changed now. John’s still alive, and she was going to find him on her own. She hoped he was going through agony, when she refused to go back with Don Beech. She was going to teach John a little lesson in respect and make him earn her.
The doorbell rang. It was Tony.
“Alright mate?” Katy said, opening the door.
“Hi there sweetie.” Tony gave Katy a kiss on the cheek. He had brought her some flowers.
“Thanks, Tone!” she exclaimed, and went to find a vase.
Tony looked around her house. His house. He studied the raw ceiling, hand carved handrail going up the steps, and ancient hardwood floor. He could be happy here. There was no way he could afford a place like this on his police salary, and couldn’t believe wae was just dropping it in his lap.
Katy set the flowers on the mantle, and came out with a manila folder. “Here are your papers sir. All you have to do is get them checked over by your solicitor and sign them and this place is officially yours.”
“Katy are you sure this is what you really want to do?”
“Yes. This place has too many memories for me, and you need a decent home that you can call your own.”
“What are you packing?” Tony looked in her box.
“Just a few things, my photos, some memories that I want to take with me. I’ll get my solicitor to mail them for me.”
“No, you don’t have to do that, why don’t you let me?”
“Alright.”
“Do you have the address yet?”
“No. Once I do, I’ll call you and you can mail them down to me.”
“Where are you going, Katy?”
“Jamaica.”
“What’s in Jamaica?”
“I don’t know.” Katy smiled.
“So you’re leaving everything behind for something that you know nothing about?”
“No, I know a bit about it. Look, Tony, don’t worry about it. It’s my folly.”
“Alright.” Tony knew when top iop it.
Katy went into the kitchen and took a bottle of wine out of the fridge. “Care to have a glass with me?”
“Sure!” Tony said. He walked into her kitchen and got a good look of her copper pans that were hanging from the ceiling. There were spotlights, two ovens, stainless steel appliances. And it was all going to be his. He could hardly believe it.
“Here’s…” she paused, considering her words, “To happy futures.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Tony raised his glass and sipped.
Tony and Katy sat and talked long into the night. Somewhere in the course of the evening Tony realised that although he loved Katy, and always would do, that they were really better suited as friends. He cared deeply for her and felt very protective towards her, but he knew that romantically, they probably wouldn’t have had much of a chance together. Katy was too wild, even now, and slightly dangerous. She wasn’t the kind of girl that could be tamed by someone like him. He found himself wishing her well, and hoping that she met someone in Jamaica who would be perfect for her.
Tony glanced at his watch. It was 1:30 AM.
“Oh, I’ve got to go, Katy, I’m sorry. I’m on at noon.”
“Alright, Tony. Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, thank you!”
Katy gave Tony a big hug and a kiss. “I’ll never forget you Tony Stamp.”
“And I’ll never forget you either Katy. You take care. And don’t forget to call me with your address for those boxes.”
“Alright Tony. Take care my friend. Until we meet again.”
Tony bent down and gave Katy a soft kiss. His eyes felt moist.
“Until we meet again.”
Katy waved at him as he drove off. Despite his efforts, he had to pull over halfway back to Sun Hill as there was something in his eyes.