Tell Laura Chapter 10
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Laura
It was around five in the afternoon when there was a knock at the door, which I answered why would I not? The smiling face that was there, when I opened the door, was the reason why not.
“Hello Laura,” he said, as he pushed the door wide and stepped in.
“Get out! You’re not…” I stopped when he raised his hand ready to slap me.
Two of his friends, who I had ‘entertained’ before, followed him in and shut the door.
“Bring her,” he said. “Okay, sit her in there, while I have a look around.”
I was pushed roughly into the lounge and sat between the two on the couch, both of whom started to rub my legs and make lewd comments referring to other times I had met them. They pushed my hands away when I tried to stop them, making me sit when I tried to stand. A few minutes later he walked back into the lounge.
“Nice place your darling brother has. Two bedrooms, one each or is my little slut sleeping with her brother?”
“What do you want?”
“I’m taking my little slut back and Terrific Tommy is going to watch. Now, why don’t you call him and tell him to hurry home?”
“What do you mean take her back?”
“You are coming back to Scotland with me, to be my good little wife, just like before.”
“No, no I’m not.” This earned me another threatened slap.
“You’re calling Tommy and giving him the hurry up or we’ll start fucking up his nice little house.”
While he said this, he sat in Tommy’s chair, he obviously saw something in my reaction.
“Oh, interesting. His chair, I see. How about we start with this?” He pulled out a knife and started to slash at the leather.
His friends started laughing but where silenced, while I was calling Tommy. It went to voicemail, so I sent a text and after no response, I was made to call his office number. I was told he was in a meeting and couldn’t be disturbed, even though I said it was urgent. I was made to call every five minutes and all the time his friends were groping and fondling me. I started to cry at one point and had my head pulled back roughly by my hair and was told, in no uncertain terms, to stop or be sorry. This was when my phone rang, but they were too busy trying to stop me crying and it eventually stopped, followed by a text from Tommy.
A few minutes later it rang again and I answered, “Oh god, Tommy, where have you been? Please hurry.”
“What’s wrong Laura?” Tommy asked.
“Just hurry.” The phone was snatched from me and turned off.
“So now we wait, Tremendous Tommy will be home soon and you’ll explain that you made a mistake and have agreed to come back to your husband and stop all this divorce silliness.”
“He won’t let you, he won’t believe me.”
“I’m sure we can persuade him.”
His friends pulled out knives too and started to run them along my legs.
“Just be careful, lads, you don’t want to be damaging my wife now do you?”
Tommy must have driven like a bat out of hell because on a clear run it was usually an hour and a bit drive from his office. Less than an hour later I heard his key in the lock. I was gripped by the shoulders and told to be quiet.
“Laura, Laura!” I heard Tommy calling.
As he appeared in the doorway to the lounge, my ex said, “Well, well, if it isn’t the beloved brother.
“Hello, Tommy, surprise.”
Tommy remained silent. I saw the colour drain from his face as his eyes flicked around the room, from person to person. He locked eyes with me for a second and raised his eyebrow a fraction. I gave him a little nod to let him know I was okay.
“Not talking? Is that any way to treat guests?” Still, he said nothing.
“Okay Tommy, Laura here was telling me how she wants to come back to Scotland, to live up to all she can be as my wife.”
Tommy took a step and I cried out due to the fingers digging into my shoulders, he stopped again.
“Ah, there it is. The big bad brother, the brother that wants to hurt me, but doesn’t want to see his sister hurt.” My ex got very aggressive.
“You will sit and watch and say and do, nothing while we pack my wife’s things or we will hurt you and that would only upset your precious sister! Do you understand?”
All three were now brandishing their knives, to make it obvious what their intention was.
“You’re going to do something I will hate and expect me to watch quietly while you take my sister from me?”
“That’s right.”
“You didn’t think this through very well, did you?”
“What do you mean? Don’t try and get clever!”
“No cleverness, but if you do that, I have nothing left, if I have nothing left, I have nothing to lose.” Tommy paused and looked at all three, one by one, then continued, “Only a fool would underestimate someone with nothing to lose.”
“Don’t try and get fucking smart with me!” He got up and started to stride over to Tommy.
Tommy snorted, my ex and his friends froze, I held my breath.
Tommy
I couldn’t help myself. He was giving it all the big man talk like he was the biggest strongest hard man there was. It was his usual style, people fell for it so often, now, walking across my lounge, I understood why he was so angry. He had a roll of flab around his waist, that hung over his trousers and wobbled as he walked, there was no attempt at tensing or trying to hold himself better. His whole stance was that of a weak pathetic bully, his only power was the fear people had of him. He was angry because he knew I had never been scared of him. He was right that I would do anything to see Laura not get hurt, the most pain I could inflict on her would be letting her go back with him.
“You know what, cunt, no, this isn’t happening, you hurt my sister before, never again, now you fucking deal with me!”
I stepped forward, pushing his hand to the side and kneed him in the groin, elbowing his face, as he stumbled back, tripping over the table, I turned to his friends, who were standing up now. As they stepped forward, Laura stood and nodded to me.
“Fuck, did the cockless wonder, surround himself with pathetic losers because real men wouldn’t follow that, would they?”
I saw the anger in their faces, as they reacted to this, I stepped forward and punched one in the solar plexus, spinning and backhanding the other. I heard a yelp behind me and turned to see Laura stamping on the same hand I had at our parents’ funeral. As I turned my attention back to his friends the police walked in, telling me to freeze.
I spun on them, “About fucking time, I want these three individuals arrested, for breaking and entering, holding someone against their will, assault and attempted assault.”
“Now, now sir, calm down.”
“Maybe when these three are in handcuffs! Laura, come with me.”
I took her to her upstairs to wash our face and hands to refresh us and calm down a little. When we returned the three had been arrested. It was a long night with making statements, dealing with the medical reports, waiting for the other files to be pulled up and everything connected. Eventually, it was all pieced together and we both wanted to press for everything we could. Other than in court, it was the last we saw or heard from her ex.
The hospital wanted to keep Laura in overnight for observation due to bruising on her shoulders and a possible shock, so I slept in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand. The next day while waiting for the doctor to do his rounds, I went to see my boss. Arriving around mid-morning, my boss tried to reprimand me for the way I had spoken to the receptionist until I told him what had happened.
“Learn, that’s all I’ll ask. If someone says it’s urgent, let them make the call. By the way, if you don’t want my notice, I need some concessions. I need time today to go get Laura and when she has work, I will be going with her, if we are against a deadline, I will work remotely, other times she can come to work with me.”
Once he understood the nature and frequency of Laura’s work, he was happy to give me some space and time. We also decided that it would be an idea to move to a new house. With the money from our parents’ house, along with our pooled resources, we could get somewhere decent and set up a couple of small trust funds. We ended up buying a four-bed, fifteen years old, detached house, in a cul-de-sac, on the more expensive side of town.
The day of the move couldn’t come quick enough, but it was upon us before we knew it. The lorry was packed and I closed the door on the house that had been lived in during our troubles, this was our fresh start. We were lucky with the weather, dry and warm, but not excessively hot. When we pulled up there were a couple of people chatting in one of the driveways, but other than that it was quiet.
“Hi, Luke Evans and this is John Murphy,” said the man offering me his hand.
“Laura and Tommy Shelby,” I replied shaking their hands.
“Welcome to the cul-de-sac,” said John, “can we help you unload?”
They were really helpful and along with the movers, we were done in no time. John offered us all a beer and disappeared back to his house, saying that we needed cold beer. I noticed him limping and asked Luke if he was okay.
“An old war wound,” he told me.
It was good to meet friendly people and ones that knew not to overstay their welcome. After a beer, John and Luke said their goodbyes, knowing we still had a lot to do.
Laura
After his attack on Tommy and me, my divorce was granted without further delay and one of the partners of Egil and Egil supported us through the criminal action that was brought against him and the role we had in his prosecution. The also raised restraining orders against my ex and all his family and associates. I had no intention of keeping my married name after my divorce. I had set up my website and new photography business in my maiden name and as soon as we were granted the decree absolute, I started notifying the various agencies of the change.
Of course, the change of address was a sensible idea and I agreed to it, that didn’t stop me being over the moon when Tommy suggested putting all our money together to buy somewhere for both of us. It had been nearly a year since the day on the beach and I still wonder how he tolerated what I put him through and the repercussions it had on both of us.
“Well here we are,” he said as we turned the corner into the road.
“Indeed,” Tommy, looked across at me, took my hand and squeezed it.
“A fresh start for us,” he said, emphasising ‘us’.
Tommy stood back and let me open the front door for the first time, then with a laugh, picked me up and carried me through and into our new hallway. I put my arm around his neck and kissed him and got a reaction I wasn’t expecting, he stopped in his tracks, looked at me, and then kissed me. I got ready for it, tensing a little when I saw him leaning in and felt let down when his lips brushed mine and then pushed into my cheek. He gave me a sad smile and put me down.
“Come on, let’s get everything in.”
I got the sticky notes I had prepared and walked around the various rooms, noting which was which. When I went outside, Tommy was talking to two strange men, when he noticed me, he waved me over.
“Laura and Tommy Shelby,” I heard him say, as I got there. Tommy put his arm around my waist when we had finished shaking hands.
I spent the rest of the day with a smile on my face. I caught myself grinning like a fool at times, whistling tunes I hadn’t since I was a teenager. When Tommy had introduced us, it was accurate, but there was something about what he didn’t say, that made me feel warm inside, compounded by his arm around my waist. After everything I had been through, that last thing I wanted was someone acting like I was a possession, Tommy’s arm was more like, ‘she’s under my protection, don’t mess’.
Once the lorry and car were empty, the removal people left and Tommy suggested beer, despite what he might have said, he would not invite people into our house and not offer them refreshments. John countered with cold beer and disappeared returning with a six-pack. Luke just had a glass of water and they both left after a single drink, with profuse thanks and promises to invite them back when we had settled in.
It was about an hour later and we were starting to flag when there was a knock at the door that made me start. Tommy saw and smiled a gentle, warm smile, reassuring me and with a kiss on the cheek, he went to see who it was. I heard him talking and could tell he was coming back to the kitchen.
“Laura, this is Tina, Luke’s wife,” Tommy said.
I turned and saw a beautiful, petite, woman about ten years older than me, follow him into the kitchen. She had a slow cooker in her hand and a broad smile on her face. For some reason, I wanted to scream at her to get out and that Tommy was mine, I then had the urge to throw up.
“Shit!” was all I could say, before running out of the kitchen with my hand over my mouth.
I heard some talking behind me then, “Laura?” as Tommy came after me.
When he found me talking to the great white telephone, he held my hair back as he stroked my head, being patient and kind, as he always was when it came to me.
“I’m sorry Tommy, I don’t know what came over me.” I really didn’t, I had no idea where those feelings had come from. I had never been like that with anyone.
“It’s okay, it’s been a long stressful day. Tina knocking like that must have brought back some shit. So long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
“I will be, go see her, I’ll be out in a minute.”
I got myself straight and joined them. Tina had seen us unloading and put together what she called a cowboy stew and when Luke confirmed he had seen meat in our frozen food, she had the good grace to blush, she dished up a couple of portions for us. Tommy excused himself to get some of the grime of the day off him, leaving us to chat.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” were the first words out of Tina’s mouth, as she put her hand on my forearm.
“Yes, I’m fine thanks, just a long day at the end of a stressful year.” Tina just squeezed.
“Well you’re here now, Luke and I are over at number seven, you are welcome to pop over anytime you like.”
So started a great friendship with Tina, whom I found was not unfamiliar with the path Tommy and I were on. She didn’t stay long and we utilised the family and Jack-and-Jill (en-suite with doors into two rooms) bathrooms, to shower together, although separately. It was providence that led me to get dressed as I did that evening, the clothes I had been wearing were dirty and I had been sweating a bit, it was still warm, so I thought nothing of the dress I pulled out. When my underwear box wasn’t readily available, I was not in the mood for searching. I slipped the dress on and went to the kitchen to dish us up some of the food Tina had brought over. I got a beer for each of us and took the tray into the lounge. Tommy was already down, fiddling with his laptop.
“I’ve got a couple of films on the hard drive, sorry, I can’t be arsed to set up the TV now. Hopefully, the router for the Internet will be delivered tomorrow.”
He finally looked up at me and froze when I stood up after putting the tray down.
Tommy
Where the fuck had that gone? I couldn’t find the box with my t-shirts, socks and boxers in, so I just put on a pair of loose shorts for the night. I picked up my laptop and power cable and went to set up in the lounge in lieu of the TV. I heard Laura come in behind me, so explained what I was up to, what I wasn’t prepared for was the sight that greeted me.
I turned and she was putting a tray with two plates and two beers onto the table. I could see down the front of her dress and it was obvious she had no bra on as her tits hung loose like a couple of bald men trying to escape. Her top wasn’t loose enough to see all the way to her nipples, but the view was mesmerising all the same. Over the months, I had come to be able to appreciate my sister’s beauty without feeling guilty or worrying that it was her. This was when she was clothed though, we were still cautious around each other when it came to moving around naked. This was the first time I had looked at part of her in a way, that maybe a brother shouldn’t and appreciated them as any straight, red-blooded, male would and with the same level of guilt and doubt, none. Then she stood up.
“Shit Laura!”
“What’s the matter?” Laura responded, with a worried look.
“You look… you haven’t worn that dress since you tried it on in the shop, have you?” That same dress I imagined her naked under the first time I saw her in it.
“No,” she looked down to her feet. I could almost imagine her playing with her fingernails and twisting a toe into the ground. “Shall I change?”
I got up and took her hands in one of mine and lifted her chin, “Laura, the first time I saw you in it, highlighted how beautiful and sexy you were, my opinion hasn’t changed. If you want to change, do, if you don’t, then don’t. If you’re asking if it was down to me, then no, you shouldn’t, you look stunning.
“Remember this is our house, our rules, no one else has a say over what we say, do or wear in here. Understood?” She nodded and smiled, then took my hand and held it against her cheek.
“Horror or comedy?” I asked
“Horror, it gives me an excuse to sit close and be protected.”
“Like you need an excuse,” I replied, getting a pout from Laura.
“You have the only reason you need,” putting my arm around her, “you’re my sister.”
Laura lay her head on my shoulder for a second, before sitting up, passing me a plate and a fork. For ‘a little something Tina threw together,’ it was delicious and filling. We drank our beer and retrieved the final bottle and disposed of that while eating, then paused the film to clear the plates and bottles.
“Hmm, our beer’s still not that cool, do you fancy something else?” Laura asked.
Just then there was another knock at the door, “Let me get that, then we can sort something.”
Laura came with me and clung to my arm, as I opened the door.
“Hi, sorry to disturb you, my name’s Bev, I’m John’s wife,” she put her hand out and we both shook it. “I just wanted to drop this off,” she said handing us a card and a bottle of Champagne.
“Do you want to come in?”
“No, no thank you, another time, my being nosey can wait. I’m sure you both want to relax, it’s been a busy day for you. Welcome to the cul-de-sac, we’re at number eleven if you need anything and most people here are more than happy to jump in, if needed.
“Nice to meet you and we’ll catch up soon,” Bev said this last bit looking at Laura.
“Well that solves the drink question, this is nice and cold.”
Without looking, I handed the card to Laura and went to the kitchen to open the Champagne and get a couple of glasses. When I walked back into the lounge, Laura looked up at me with a smirk on her face, then she showed me the unopened card.
“Mr and Mrs Shelby”
I laughed, “Well Mrs Shelby,” I handed her a glass and held mine up, “here’s to our new life, in our new house, may every day be better than this one.”
“As long as we never get divorced, Mr Shelby, I’ll be a very happy woman.”
We clinked glasses, took a drink and burst out laughing, before settling down onto the floor and finishing the film and the Champagne. Laura pulled my arm around her, pushing in tight to me and jumping at all the points she should. At one point she lifted my hand onto her chest to feel her heart beating, it was going at ten to the dozen (in other words, fast). Rather than lift it and move it back to where it had been, she just pushed it over her tit, that woke me up some.
When the film was done, I shut the lid on the laptop and took the glasses to the kitchen. Laura was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
“You taking Mrs Shelby upstairs?” she asked, with a drunken giggle.
I just picked her up and carried her until we were standing outside her bedroom.
“Night night, Mrs Shelby, sweet dreams.”
“Sweet or wet?” She giggled again.
Then as I leant to kiss her cheek, she just put a finger on my chin and pushed it around and when I stopped, she kissed me on the lips. Neither of us moved, nothing was said, slowly I raised my eyes and it seemed that Laura had done the same. Had she not meant that to happen, did she regret her move, did I?
Laura broke away, “Night, Mr Shelby,” and darted into her room. I was in a daze as I entered my room, dropping my shorts by the Jack-and-Jill and having a wash before getting under my duvet. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying to work out the answer to these new questions. With her wearing that dress tonight, some of the old questions came back too.
After lying there for what seemed like an age, there was a gentle tapping at the bathroom door.
“You know you never have to knock,” I said.
I pulled back the duvet so she could get in. Instead, Laura sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her fingers, which she was now fiddling with. Finally, without pause, she unloaded everything that seemed to be troubling her at that moment.
“I’m sorry Tommy, I got carried away, after moving into our house and you introducing us as Laura and Tommy Shelby, not Laura my sister’ and then Bev’s card to Mr and Mrs. You called me beautiful and sexy and played along too, no, I’m not blaming you, it just all fed into my mood. So, when you went to kiss me, I don’t know, it didn’t feel wrong.”
Laura
A couple of beers and half a bottle of Champagne didn’t leave us seeing things as clearly as maybe we should have. When I got ready for bed, I didn’t have one of Tommy’s t-shirts, so I put on one of mine. I did choose one of the longer ones, so my arse was covered, just.
I hadn’t even thought about my underwear situation, as the one thing that had occupied my mind, was the kiss that I gave Tommy. It was platonic, sort of, there were no open mouths or tongues, but it was on the lips and longer than a peck. I should have pulled back; he could have too.
When I heard him finish, I went to the bathroom to wash and clean my teeth, standing naked in front of the mirror, I also thought about letting him feel my heartbeat. Was it beating like that because of the film, the alcohol or having his hand there? Afterwards, I know it was beating faster when I rubbed his hand over my nipple. They were erect again just thinking about that move, a move that I had not really thought about doing.
Everything that had happened during the day, had led to the kiss I was now feeling terrible about. Tommy always swore that he didn’t think I was a slut, but I kept acting like one with him. The only thing that had stopped me going further was not because he was my brother,To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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