Chapter 17
“It’s okay, I’ll do it.” Kevin got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.
Leaning against the closed door, he let out a sigh. Though Kevin loved Peter and Terry to pieces, staying at their house for the past couple of weeks was beginning to grate on his nerves. He felt smothered, closed in, constantly watched.
As he filled the kettle and plugged it in, Kevin gave serious thought to moving back to his place. Even though he still suffered from bad dreams most nights, he felt he was strong enough to deal with them on his own. His nightmares usually consisted of an angry Joey towering over him, telling him he was useless, pathetic and weak, and no wonder he didn’t want to be with him any more. Kevin shivered and immediately felt a pair of arms wrap round him from behind. Turnin
