Delilah
Being back in Doubles childhood home , was strange.
Actually it was beyond strange. Mainly because it hadn’t really changed that much. The same patterned carpet, the same sagging couch. The only thing that was different was the fact it was now clean. Gone was the musty smell of stale cigarette smoke and body odour. Instead it smelt of nothing.
There was no soul to this house, not that there ever had been. Double had never been happy here. And I could tell just by the way his shoulders hunched that he wasn’t happy to be back either. There were too many memories here, and most of them were bad.
His childhood hadn’t been the happiest.
Hell, none of our childhoods had been happy. It was the reason we had all clung to closely together. We had become each other’s family.
“Babe?
