Before I start I want to address a few comments that were made in the last chapter.
1: I am British, Scottish to be precise, so I will spell words differently to how the Americans do it. There is nothing wrong with how I spell words.
2: I am sorry about the grammar but as some readers have said, a few mistakes can be overlooked and you should focus on the story, not on the punctuation.
3: Someone said the story was too long. I can't help you with that, the story was 5 pages long so why you read all five when you don't want a long story I won't know. Either way I'll say it here; this is going to be a long story, several chapters, several pages long each.
4: Rangers or Celtic? Neither, I'm from a Hearts family so I'm a Hearts man.
Thank you for all the kind words and suggestions for the story.
Story first, sex second.
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1996
"Hello?"
"Adam, is that you?"
"Yeah."
"It's Liam?"
"Oh hey. What you calling for? It's almost midnight here."
"Sorry, forgot the time difference. It's about your Aunt Jane. Adam she's dead."
Adam played the conversation out in his head over and over as the taxi took him down a somewhat familiar street. His Aunt Jane, dead. He'd known about the cancer for two, two and a half years now but he never made the visit over to see her, he regretted that now. The last time they saw each other he had just told her he was sleeping with her daughter, his cousin.
Oh God Lexi. How would she feel about his return? From his phone conversations with Liam over the past five years she hated him, then she missed him, then she loved him, then she wanted him dead until about the time Jane got cancer and her and Liam lost touch.
The taxi pulled up outside his parent's house, in accordance with her wishes Jane was being buried in Scotland alongside her parents, the funeral was being held later that day but a few people were meeting first at the house. Adam got out the taxi and took his luggage to the front door, he waited a few minutes, taking deep breaths. It had been five years since it he saw anyone, five years since he ran away, even his parents were strangers to him.
Adam held his breath and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by Damien, he was obviously sad but he hid it. He looked over Adam taking in the sight and trying to recognize him.
"Hello Adam."
"Hello Damien."
"You're mum's in the kitchen. You can leave your bag in the back room."
"Thanks."
An awkward silence passed between them, it never broke but Damien walked away, he wasn't happy to see Adam, as he walked through the house it seemed like that was the main consensus of everyone there, people stared at this stranger, one by one they recognized him and looked away with disgust. Adam left his bag in the dining room and headed to the kitchen, his mother Carol was sitting at a table, crying, his father Kieran and another woman stood by her.
Adam cleared his throat after looking in on this intimate moment, all three adults turned and looked at him. Carol recognized him straight away, got up, ran over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Oh Adam." Carol said nothing else, she just held onto her son. It took Kieran to get her off him, he looked at his son, taking in how much he had changed; his short hair was shorter with the front styled, his skin was darker, tanned from his years in the sun and his once bare face now had a smooth goatee on it. Kieran chuckled a little.
"You look like an executive son. If it wasn't for that scar I wouldn't recognize you."
Adam smiled. "Got to look good for my work dad."
The two men shook hands, Carol wiped a tear from her eye.
"So tell us then, where do you work, where do you live, who are you living with...?"
"And why did you leave?"
The second woman finally spoke up, Adam looked at her and immediately knew who it was.
Alexandra.
She too had changed quite a bit. Her hair was longer, not as long as when she came to visit him but it was shoulder length now and dyed a much darker brown than he remembered, her green eyes had a tired look but held genuine happiness behind them. None of which Adam noticed.
He was looking at her enlarged midsection, her hand unconsciously stroking her bump.
Alexandra saw Adam looking at her bump, she smiled. "Five months along. In case you're wondering."
"Who's the father?" He knew there was no chance in hell it was him but a little niggle in his head gave him hope. Or was it fear?
"His name's Ellis, he's in Wales, couldn't make it up."
"Oh." Adam tried to hide his disappointment but failed.
Kieran sensed this. "Alex, take Carol through to the Living Room, I want to talk to Adam alone."
"Sure thing Uncle Kieran." Alexandra helped Carol to her feet, both women supporting each other.
Kieran took two beers out the fridge, gave one to Adam and sat down. "So, start talking."
Adam opened his beer and sat down opposite his father. "About what?"
"Where are you working, where are you living, why didn't you come back? Why did you leave in the first place?"
"I'm working at a restaurant, been there for nearly the whole five years, managed to get into an assistant manager position."
"In five years? Impressive."
"Well the owner owed me a favour so he bumped me up a few steps. I'm living in California, some town near L.A., it's a place near the beach, very sunny, very quiet. As for why I never came back well it's for the same reason I left."
"Alex."
"Yeah. Fuck I forgot you knew about that."
"Well you were pretty vocal about it. Look son, I'm not going to question what you did with your cousin, I've learnt to get past it since you've been gone, but don't bring it up to your mum, she's repressed it and doesn't believe a word of it. And while we're talking, don't talk to Alexandra either unless she brings it up, she had a lot of trouble, a lot of people judged her and she and Jane never talked for over a year."
"I never knew."
"How could you, it was kept quiet, no-one wanted the news about you and Alex to spread."
Adam put his beer on the table, he tried to look his father in the eye but he couldn't. "Dad, for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"I know you are son. I know. I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed that you threw away your life because of an argument. Come on then, I think people are heading out to the funeral now."