In the East End
Chapter Seven
She paced the hallway, looking at the family photos, all fond memories of holidays, days trips, Christmases and birthdays, she felt a tear come to her eye as she cracked her mums bedroom door open, glancing at the delicate trinkets on her dressing table, she chose a small ceramic clown and a bottle of perfume, she opened her wardrobe pouring over her clothes, all the bright colours and soft fabrics, she sighed, leaving the room she closed the door behind her. She clicked her bedroom door open, it had stayed untouched, exactly how she left it, she made a grab for some home comforts, her favourite pyjamas, hair brush, makeup bag, she emptied the contents of her jewellery box in to her bag, finding a scarf she wrapped the small clown up, she had her own place now, a large flat above the night club, Ross had gifted it to her, fully furnished but she needed some small things, just to make it feel a bit more like home. She finally added her mug from the kitchen cupboard, jumping as a key clicked in the door, frozen to the spot she watched as her mother shuffled in to the hallway, her eyes locked on to her,
“Ava bug?” the woman gasped walking towards her, reducing the girl to immediate tears “Is that you”
She nodded holding her mums hand, they were warm and soft, just as they had always been,
“Yeah mum, it’s me, I can’t stay for long”
“It’s that copper isn’t it?”
She almost whispered,
“No mum its not”
She shook her head wiping her eyes sniffing, she soon found herself shoved in to the wall,
“You’re a filthy liar Ava Marie!! How could you? He’s old enough to be your father!”
She instantly knew what her mum was getting at,
“It’s only twenty one years mum, honestly I’m fine”
“I’m reporting him!”
She marched down the hallway towards the phone, Ava followed, pulling the wire from the wall
“You can’t!”
“He’s nothing you think he is Ava, he’s dangerous!”
The woman looked her daughter up and down unable to believe it was actually her stood in front of her, she knew she had a temper but she had never seen her damage anything in a rage,
“He’s a detective mum how dangerous can he be”
She smacked the girl across her cheek, grabbing her shoulders,
“Are you completely brain dead Ava! For fucks sake! He’s a fucking gangster”
The young girl clenched her fists trying to keep her cool,
“You must be brain dead mum, you know why?” Myra walked away, Ava followed her voice quiet “He’s not a gangster, cause if he was we wouldn’t be able to fuck all night long, not without him getting his head blown off anyway!”
She watched as her mother wretched,
“Get out of my house!”
She whispered,
“Not until you listen!!”
“GET OUT AVA!”
She screeched hurling a candle across the room towards her, calmly Ava picked her bag up, she walked over to her mother, pulling her in to a hug, she kissed her cheek, a lump in her throat,
“I’ll love you forever mum”
She walked away, swallowing tears, she clicked the front door closed, pulling the key off of her key chain she posted it back through the door, she walked around the corner, trying to keep tears at bay, she climbed in to the back of the familiar black range rover,
“How did it go?”
John asked quietly
“Not great” she muttered “but she won’t be an issue anymore!”
He nodded in acknowledgement, pulling away.
She cleaned the glass from the floor, still sniffling, she had a sense of calm, Ava was a clever girl, streetwise, she had to trust her daughters judgement and let go.
She paced the flat, she could hear movement downstairs, the staff were setting up for the Friday night rush, her eyes burned from the tears she had shed, her mind raced with the possibility of her and Ross being sent down together, panicking she busied herself, unpacking her small bag, placing the small clown on the mantle and her mothers perfume on her dresser. She jumped as her front door slammed shut, thrusting her arm down the side of her bed she pulled a knife out, she walked slowly in to the hallway, relief flooding her body as she lay eyes on Ross, he looked at her surprised as her shoulders sagged,
“Good day?”
She asked her voice still thick with emotion, he nodded, walking towards her, he took the knife from her hand and pulled her close to his chest, he remained holding her as her body shook.
The evening drew in, they sat on her sofa, she tucked herself under his arm laying her head on his chest, the radio playing quietly from the corner of the room, they had passed the hours talking quietly, they had discussed her mother and their next step,
“She thinks, we’re in a relationship”
He sniggered,
“She told me the same thing, accused me of corrupting you, told me she was going to report me”
“That won’t happen?”
He looked down at her,
“How can you be so sure?”
“I ripped the phone cable from the wall”
He laughed,
“You’re a delinquent!”
She smiled to herself, draping her arm over his abdomen making herself comfortable,
“Ross?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we stay here tonight? Away from everything, just for tonight?”
“Why’s that princess?”
She shifted her weight, placing her lips on to his, he placed his hands on her waist, melting in to her, his heart racing, she blindly pulled at his tie, loosening it and pulling it from him, his arms wrapped around her he pulled her closer, with a white hot desperation, she tugged his shirt, listening as buttons landed in random places around her living room, he moved quickly, now on top of her he had the upper hand, shaking his shirt off he came back down to her level, dusting her neck and collar bone with feather light kisses, she placed her hands on his bare back, he shuddered as his skin ignited under her touch, he slipped her jogging bottoms past her hips, the red lace of her underwear playing with his hand, he lay his palm flat against her, feeling her muscles tense, he smirked, forcing another kiss on her lips, she could feel herself becoming increasingly desperate, she moved against him as he moved his hand slowly, he could hear her gasp quietly, taking that as his cue, he moved her underwear to the side, brushing a single finger, she trembled below him, he watched as her eyes closed slowly and her lips parted, she wiggled her jogging bottoms off completely. With quick hands his belt and zip was undone, she pulled hungrily at his trousers, feeling his erection, brush against her she became eager, palming him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he bit his lip,
“Lets go somewhere more comfortable”
He whispered she nodded, dragging him in to her bedroom, they fell on to the bed, he yanked at her underwear, revealing her, he smiled spreading her thighs, her heart raced as sparks flew in her stomach every time he touched her, he almost expertly manipulated her with his hand, keeping a finger inside and using his thumb to apply pressure she crumbled below him, her legs going stiff and back arching, she cried his name,
“Shhh!”
He whispered placing a kiss beside her ear making his way back to her neck,
“Ross please”
She was almost begging between her breath hitching and quiet groans, she pulled at his boxers again, only this time he allowed them to be taken off, she drew herself to his height, kissing him furiously, she pinned him down, straddling his pelvis, she manoeuvred herself gasping as she allowed him access, crying out again, he placed his hands on her hips, helping her reach a comfortable rhythm, she moved slowly, driving him to the edge of distraction, then pulling him back again, he watched her, her face a picture of ecstasy, taking in every detail of her body, her toned stomach and the curve of her hips, the way her hair moved as she did, he felt the pleasure build in his stomach as a warmth spread across his hips, he held her just a little tighter, his hands still on her waist, he felt her shiver as she climaxed, her groans like honey pushing him to the edge, his back arched, his breathing hitched, she collapsed on top of him, smiling. He moved her next to him, sweeping her hair from her face, they glowed, enjoying the silence, he kissed her once more, gently this time, on her forehead, before pulling the duvet over them both, he pulled her in to him, holding her, listening to the change in her breathing as she drifted to sleep.
“Ava bug?” the woman gasped walking towards her, reducing the girl to immediate tears “Is that you”
She nodded holding her mums hand, they were warm and soft, just as they had always been,
“Yeah mum, it’s me, I can’t stay for long”
“It’s that copper isn’t it?”
She almost whispered,
“No mum its not”
She shook her head wiping her eyes sniffing, she soon found herself shoved in to the wall,
“You’re a filthy liar Ava Marie!! How could you? He’s old enough to be your father!”
She instantly knew what her mum was getting at,
“It’s only twenty one years mum, honestly I’m fine”
“I’m reporting him!”
She marched down the hallway towards the phone, Ava followed, pulling the wire from the wall
“You can’t!”
“He’s nothing you think he is Ava, he’s dangerous!”
The woman looked her daughter up and down unable to believe it was actually her stood in front of her, she knew she had a temper but she had never seen her damage anything in a rage,
“He’s a detective mum how dangerous can he be”
She smacked the girl across her cheek, grabbing her shoulders,
“Are you completely brain dead Ava! For fucks sake! He’s a fucking gangster”
The young girl clenched her fists trying to keep her cool,
“You must be brain dead mum, you know why?” Myra walked away, Ava followed her voice quiet “He’s not a gangster, cause if he was we wouldn’t be able to fuck all night long, not without him getting his head blown off anyway!”
She watched as her mother wretched,
“Get out of my house!”
She whispered,
“Not until you listen!!”
“GET OUT AVA!”
She screeched hurling a candle across the room towards her, calmly Ava picked her bag up, she walked over to her mother, pulling her in to a hug, she kissed her cheek, a lump in her throat,
“I’ll love you forever mum”
She walked away, swallowing tears, she clicked the front door closed, pulling the key off of her key chain she posted it back through the door, she walked around the corner, trying to keep tears at bay, she climbed in to the back of the familiar black range rover,
“How did it go?”
John asked quietly
“Not great” she muttered “but she won’t be an issue anymore!”
He nodded in acknowledgement, pulling away.
She cleaned the glass from the floor, still sniffling, she had a sense of calm, Ava was a clever girl, streetwise, she had to trust her daughters judgement and let go.
She paced the flat, she could hear movement downstairs, the staff were setting up for the Friday night rush, her eyes burned from the tears she had shed, her mind raced with the possibility of her and Ross being sent down together, panicking she busied herself, unpacking her small bag, placing the small clown on the mantle and her mothers perfume on her dresser. She jumped as her front door slammed shut, thrusting her arm down the side of her bed she pulled a knife out, she walked slowly in to the hallway, relief flooding her body as she lay eyes on Ross, he looked at her surprised as her shoulders sagged,
“Good day?”
She asked her voice still thick with emotion, he nodded, walking towards her, he took the knife from her hand and pulled her close to his chest, he remained holding her as her body shook.
The evening drew in, they sat on her sofa, she tucked herself under his arm laying her head on his chest, the radio playing quietly from the corner of the room, they had passed the hours talking quietly, they had discussed her mother and their next step,
“She thinks, we’re in a relationship”
He sniggered,
“She told me the same thing, accused me of corrupting you, told me she was going to report me”
“That won’t happen?”
He looked down at her,
“How can you be so sure?”
“I ripped the phone cable from the wall”
He laughed,
“You’re a delinquent!”
She smiled to herself, draping her arm over his abdomen making herself comfortable,
“Ross?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we stay here tonight? Away from everything, just for tonight?”
“Why’s that princess?”
She shifted her weight, placing her lips on to his, he placed his hands on her waist, melting in to her, his heart racing, she blindly pulled at his tie, loosening it and pulling it from him, his arms wrapped around her he pulled her closer, with a white hot desperation, she tugged his shirt, listening as buttons landed in random places around her living room, he moved quickly, now on top of her he had the upper hand, shaking his shirt off he came back down to her level, dusting her neck and collar bone with feather light kisses, she placed her hands on his bare back, he shuddered as his skin ignited under her touch, he slipped her jogging bottoms past her hips, the red lace of her underwear playing with his hand, he lay his palm flat against her, feeling her muscles tense, he smirked, forcing another kiss on her lips, she could feel herself becoming increasingly desperate, she moved against him as he moved his hand slowly, he could hear her gasp quietly, taking that as his cue, he moved her underwear to the side, brushing a single finger, she trembled below him, he watched as her eyes closed slowly and her lips parted, she wiggled her jogging bottoms off completely. With quick hands his belt and zip was undone, she pulled hungrily at his trousers, feeling his erection, brush against her she became eager, palming him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he bit his lip,
“Lets go somewhere more comfortable”
He whispered she nodded, dragging him in to her bedroom, they fell on to the bed, he yanked at her underwear, revealing her, he smiled spreading her thighs, her heart raced as sparks flew in her stomach every time he touched her, he almost expertly manipulated her with his hand, keeping a finger inside and using his thumb to apply pressure she crumbled below him, her legs going stiff and back arching, she cried his name,
“Shhh!”
He whispered placing a kiss beside her ear making his way back to her neck,
“Ross please”
She was almost begging between her breath hitching and quiet groans, she pulled at his boxers again, only this time he allowed them to be taken off, she drew herself to his height, kissing him furiously, she pinned him down, straddling his pelvis, she manoeuvred herself gasping as she allowed him access, crying out again, he placed his hands on her hips, helping her reach a comfortable rhythm, she moved slowly, driving him to the edge of distraction, then pulling him back again, he watched her, her face a picture of ecstasy, taking in every detail of her body, her toned stomach and the curve of her hips, the way her hair moved as she did, he felt the pleasure build in his stomach as a warmth spread across his hips, he held her just a little tighter, his hands still on her waist, he felt her shiver as she climaxed, her groans like honey pushing him to the edge, his back arched, his breathing hitched, she collapsed on top of him, smiling. He moved her next to him, sweeping her hair from her face, they glowed, enjoying the silence, he kissed her once more, gently this time, on her forehead, before pulling the duvet over them both, he pulled her in to him, holding her, listening to the change in her breathing as she drifted to sleep.