Teabags & Tears Page 2

  “What the fuck you going on about now? Do you want him sat here all night miserable as fuck, because that’s what he is when he’s sat with you!”

  Sandra made a grab for her but Tina held her back whispering in her ear. “Leave her Sandra. You’re better than that.” Tina dragged her friend away from the commotion. “Come on let’s fuck off from here.” Sandra ragged her handbag from the chair and spit into Kevin’s face. You could hear her mother shouting.

  “That’s disgusting. He’s your husband not an animal.” Sandra gave her an evil look and left the pub with Tina.

  “Mam she’s a fucking nutter. I mean we were only having a laugh wasn’t we Kev?” Kevin was wiping the spit from his eye now and sat with his hands between his legs. He knew he’d been pushing Sandra for weeks and in a way, he had expected her to explode sooner than she did. He just couldn’t help himself. Tracy was a darling and given the chance he would have ripped her knickers off in an instant. Shaking his head at Anita he got the sympathy vote he was looking for. He spoke in a low voice.

  “She’s a crank. That’s what I have to put up with.” Tracy was by his side. Holding his hand she looked at him. “Kevin seriously, what’s her fucking problem with me?” he rubbed her hand as she sat by his side.

  “Ahhh she’s a knob-head. Just ignore her.” Tracy left Kevin and went parading round the pub. She could now be seen talking to The DJ Reggae Ronnie. He was as black as the ace of spades but Tracy had a crush on him. Many a night he’d taken her in the men’s toilets and shagged the arse off her and tonight didn’t look like it was going to be any different

  Sandra and Tina headed to another local pub in the area called the Queens on Monsall. She could be herself there and never felt out of place. So what that it was her sister’s birthday party, she didn’t care anymore the slut was doing her head in.

  The walk to the pub took about twenty minutes and Sandra now felt comfy in her dress. The bulge she’d tried to hide all night long just hung freely from her body and she walked with confidence not having a care in the world. Tina started talking.

  “It’s always the fucking same with your Tracy isn’t it? She’s got to be the main attraction all the time. Your mother doesn’t help either.” Tina was flicking her hair from her face.

  “Yeah well I’ve just about had enough of the little slapper,” Sandra sighed, “she’ll get what’s coming to her don’t you worry.”

  Tina looked shocked. This was out of character for her friend and she carried on walking looking chuffed that her mate was finally stepping up to the mark. For years she’d seen her take abuse from Tracy and her mother and it was about time she told them how she felt. They both entered the pub to enjoy the rest of the night.

  Anita was always the same with Tracy. In her eyes she could do no wrong. She was her baby and she wanted to try and keep her that way for as long as she could. Her husband Graham could see the way she treated Sandra was different, but he always kept his mouth shut to try and keep the peace.

  Anita was fifty-eight and looked well for her age. Her life with Graham had had its ups and downs but they had just about learnt to cope with one another. Anita hadn’t worked for years due to arthritis in her hands. She’d worked as a machinist in the past and still made the odd pair of curtains to pass the time. The rivalry between her daughters had been going on for years. She knew deep down Tracy was a flirt and she’d seen her overstep the mark on more than one occasion. Anita just presumed Tracy had a good relationship with Kevin and thought Sandra should just stop being insecure. She wasn’t aware that Tracy had shagged his brains out several years before and had his child aborted.

  Sandra and Tina were the life and soul of the party inside the Queen’s pub. You could hear Sandra’s mobile ringing continuously in her handbag but she just kept ignoring it. The drinks came fast and furious and they were both pissed out of their heads. Both women now sat huddled together in the corner of the pub.

  “Do you think I’m overreacting,” Sandra slurred, as she leant on her friends shoulder at the side of her, “because if I’m being silly, just tell me.”

  “Nah, do I ‘eck. She always does it. For years she’s always been the same. If Kevin was my husband I would have twisted the bony cunt right up.” Tina was rocking. Sandra’s mouth looked collapsed at one side as she spoke.

  “I think they’ve had a shag in the past you know. Don’t ask me how I know but I can feel it inside. Call it a gut feeling.” Sandra pressed the palm of her hand onto her stomach. “I can feel it right here.” Tina had thought the same for years and she’d heard rumours in the past that Kevin had shagged her sister but she kept her mouth zipped just in case she was wrong. Tina held her head to the side.

  “Why don’t you just come straight out with it and ask her? You’ll be able to tell by her face if she’s lying or not. She could never hide the truth, that one. Remember how her eyebrow always twitched when she was lying.” Sandra agreed but sat staring into space. She could never ask Tracy outright and plus, even if she denied it she still wouldn’t believe her. She was a lying slut who couldn’t be trusted.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kevin lay next to his wife in bed. He’d been awake for a while and wanted to get to the bottom of his wife’s behaviour the night before. He wasn’t arsed that she left the pub as he had a great night with Tracy but he wanted to seem concerned about their marriage. Rolling in behind her he tickled her side. “Wakey wakey!” Sandra could be seen moving about but she remained facing the opposite way from him. Kevin was leaning over her now.

  “Sandra don’t say we’ve fallen out again. Turn round and speak to me will you?” Sandra opened her eyes but remained still. Her head was banging and the night before was taking its toll.

  “Just leave me alone will you.”

  Kevin hovered over her now. He could just about see her eyes. “I’ve done fuck all love. I only danced with her.”

  “Only did this, only did that,” Sandra snapped, “it’s always the fucking same.” Her voice was sarcastic. Kevin huffed and banged his hand on the blankets.

  “Oh so it’s another day of fucking misery then?” He fell back on to the bed and dragged the bed covers back over him. He kicked his legs roughly and made it known he was angry. She felt scared. She knew he wouldn’t think twice about punching her lights out. Sandra hated when they fell out and felt like she needed Kevin in her life to breathe. Slowly she rolled over onto her back.

  The bedroom was painted in a neutral beige colour. Everywhere looked clean and fresh. The white cotton quilt cover was now pulled up under her chin. Her shoulders could be seen shaking slightly as she started to speak.

  “Listen Kevin, it’s all the time. You fancy Tracy and you can’t hide it.” Kevin sat up and pulled her closer.

  “Babes, don’t be a muppet. You’re the only woman for me.” His words made her smile. She knew he was full of shit but somehow she wanted to believe him. His kiss made her melt into the bed and she needed the love he was providing. As he made his move to make love to her, she tried to keep the covers over her body. She hated the way her fat fell at the side of her and she didn’t feel one bit sexy. Kevin looked like a Greek God with his tanned, toned body. As he mounted her she felt as if it was a mercy fuck from him. As she watched him close his eyes she wondered if he was thinking about her sister. Shaking her head she tried to rid the vision from her mind.

  Kevin had always been highly sexed. At first she didn’t mind because she was rampant herself back then but as the years passed she always complained about his sex drive. He was like a rabbit. Sandra met Kevin in school years before. As soon as she cast her eyes over him she wanted him for keeps. Sandra secretly got herself pregnant just to get her claws into him. Kevin came from Moston in Manchester and he had quite a name for himself amongst the local girls. Everything about him was top of the range and even though the years had passed he still looked tasty.

  Lying beside her husband Sandra tried to shake off her mood. Kevin lay sweating at t
he side of her. Sandra didn’t get much enjoyment from sex with him and she often pretended he was the best thing since sliced bread beneath the sheets. His sex was rough and fast and she often wondered why he never made love to her. She’s seen it on TV so many times in the past and wanted the romance she craved deep down inside her. On occasion she did sometimes become a porn queen in the bedroom but that was mostly when she was pissed out of her head and didn’t give a shit. Banging noises outside the bedroom door made her aware that one of her sons was awake. She yanked the covers over her and tried straightening her hair.

  “Mam where’s my black jeans? That nob head better not have em on.” John was the older of her two sons. He was full of attitude and spoke as if he was black. Sandra was sick to death with the fights between her two sons and took a deep breath before she answered him. “How the fuck do I know. I put all your clean washing in your bedroom. I don’t monitor whose wearing what.” John huffed as he banged the door shut behind him. He could be heard moaning from outside the door. Sandra looked at Kevin for help.

  “It’s my day off work. I’m not listening to them pricks arguing all day long again.” She sat up and searched for her knickers on the floor. Still keeping the covers round her waist she quickly slid her draws on as she moaned. “Why can’t they just get on like normal fucking kids?”

  Kevin was flexing his muscles at the side of her and looked at his arm as he spoke. “They will sort it out in time. Me and our kid were always scrapping. It’s just part of growing up.” Sandra stood up and grabbed her housecoat from the side. Perhaps she should have wasted her sister when she was younger, she thought. Then the little slag would have known not to touch her husband. Sandra was now making herself angry again. Anytime she was angry she reached for food, for comfort. Heading downstairs she shouted to Kevin she was making breakfast.

  The smell of bacon soon filled the air. Sandra looked hot as she splashed the hot oil all over the eggs in the pan. Her son John now came to join her. Sitting at the dining table he spoke. “I’ll have a butty mam. I just want bacon on it, no egg though.” The radio was on quite loud and Sandra was singing along to it trying to get the vision of her husband with her sister out of her mind. Turning round to her son she bent down and sang into his face. John moved her away with a quick push. “Will you move, you’re doing my head in” She smiled and knew he wouldn’t stay around much longer. He was a miserable fucker and she often wondered if he was a full shilling. Her other son Paul was completely the opposite and he always smiled unlike John. Perhaps it was the weed John was smoking; it must have something to do with it, she thought as she gazed at him tying his shoelaces.

  Kevin now came into the kitchen in just his black boxer shorts. One of his hands was shoved down the front of them as he spoke to his son. “I don’t suppose you’re gonna be looking for a job today, or is that too much to ask.”

  John screwed his face up and gave his dad a look of disgust. “Will you get off my back! It’s weekend, the job centre isn’t open until Monday ya muppet.” John had been unemployed for months.

  Kevin pulled his chair out from the table and grabbed the newspaper as he still spoke to his son. “Makes no difference what day of the fucking week it is. You’re still a fucking lazy twat, end of.” John grabbed a piece of toast that had just been placed on the table. He looked deflated.

  “Right I’m out of this depressing place. You wanna look at your own life dad instead of getting on at me all the time” Kevin was ready to pounce on him but Sandra stepped in.

  “Ay ya gobby fucker. Have a bit of respect.” Her son was bouncing about the kitchen now and he held no fear from his father.

  “Well it’s true he’s going on at me all the time and I can’t see him working a nine till five job. He’s just as bad as me. He sells weed. So like father like son, innit.” He left the room and Sandra was holding Kevin by the arm as he was shouting after him.

  “Cheeky little cunt. Tell ya what don’t bother coming back here. Find your own fucking place to live.” You could hear John shouting back but his words were muffled.

  Sandra sat at the table and listened to her husband waffling on. “For fucks sake I’m sick of all this shit,” she mumbled. Kevin heard her and went on one. Throwing his bacon butty across the table he left the room. He’d been extremely violent to her in the past and she knew to keep her mouth shut. Sandra stared round the kitchen as she nibbled her breakfast. The sound of a message alert could be heard and she scanned the area for the mobile phone. Reaching to the kitchen side she pulled Kevin’s phone from the work surface. Quickly checking he wasn’t around she pressed the buttons to reveal the message.

  The name of her sister was at the side of the message. Quickly scrolling down, the words strangled her.

  Thanks for last night Kevin. We must do it again sometime.

  She felt sick and stood pacing the kitchen floor. She’d been in bed pissed the night before and never knew what time her husband came home. She didn’t think for one minute he was still out with her slut of a sister. Gripping her arms she stood staring. Half of her wanted to kick off but she knew he would deny the message and say she was reading too much into it. No she had to be calm and cunning and catch the bastard in action. Throwing the phone back on the side she could hear him coming into the kitchen. He looked angry as he frantically searched for his phone. The bastard must have known he’d left it in the kitchen and looked eagerly to find it. Sandra knew she shouldn’t have but she quickly spoke as she yawned trying not to look at him.

  “What time did you end up getting in last night then? I was wasted I didn’t hear a thing.” Still rummaging around Kevin replied. “About two-ish I think. I was bladdered and just got my head down”

  “Lying, lying cunt,” she whispered. “Did our Tracy stay until the end or did she get off home. She looked pissed as a fart when I was there so God knows what she was like later on.” Her eyes were on his face now as she watched him try and hide his sins. Guilt was written all over it. She knew he was guilty before he even tried to speak. “I dunno, I wasn’t sat with her. I was with my mates as soon as you left.” He was now stretching his arms above his head and pretending to yawn. She watched him locate his phone and he quickly left the room.

  Sandra grabbed her mobile and pressed the buttons at speed. A ringing tone could be heard. “Tina it’s me. Where are you, I need your help” Tina sounded as if she was still in bed and her words were slow.

  “I’m still in bed. Why what’s up?” Sandra was on the verge of crying.

  “It’s that dirty slut again. She’s been with Kevin last night. Tracy just sent a text thanking him for the night they had together. Orr Tina I want to kill her. The little slut. What am I gonna do now?” Tina paused and you could hear her coughing. Once she had regained her breath she gave her advice.

  “Right girl it’s time to catch the scum-bag in action. No point in causing World War Three for fuck all is there? Give me an hour and I’ll come to yours. Is Kevin still home or what?” Sandra was livid and her words were shaky.

  “He should be going out any time now. Probably going to meet Tracy for all I know.”

  “Right like I said give me an hour,” Tina replied, “I’ve just got to get ready and get rid of this guy who I brought home last night. Fuck knows who he is.” They both giggled and the call ended. The text message was being repeated in Sandra’s mind. With every word she felt sick and knew that this time she would have to face her demons.

  Tina threw her mobile phone on the bed, stretching her legs across the unknown man at the side of her she looked at his face. He wasn’t that bad looking she thought and she’d shagged a lot worse in the past.

  The man was about forty years of age and looked quite rough in the face. She cringed as the night before came flooding back to her. Tina had been a dirty porn star with him and covered her face with her hands as she softly kicked his legs. “Come on you. I need to go out.” The man moaned and pulled her closer. He didn’t know her name and called
her love as he spoke. “I’m still fucking pissed love. Don’t you fancy another mind blowing shag before I go home?” Tina smiled. Usually she would have kept him there all day, but her friend was in need and she told him straight. “I can’t sweet heart. My friend needs me. Maybe we can meet up again sometime?” The man was covered in tattoos. Tina held his hand and examined them in more details. She commented how nice they were. The man now told her his name.

  Steven was a tattoo artist and had his own shop in Manchester city centre. He told her he would do her a nice design for her back if she wanted. Tina always liked tattoos and told him she would definitely be up for it at a later date. Quickly glancing at the clock on the wall she told him again she had to go.

  Watching him climb from the bed she admired his firm toned body. She licked her lips and gave a second thought to shouting him back to bed. His arse was perky and she could see he worked out. Pulling his faded jeans over his arse she watched him tuck his large penis inside them. Searching the floor he found his black t-shirt and came and sat on the bed next to her. Tugging his top over his head he fell back onto the bed.

  “So do you want to do this again? We had a good time didn’t we?”

  Tina chuckled. She couldn’t remember the night before but the burning sensation in her vagina told her she’d had a good time. Steven had piercing blue eyes and she was staring into them as she spoke. “Yeah okay why not?” A quick kiss on her cheek and he stood up. Pulling his mobile phone from his pocket he asked for her number. She hesitated at first but he looked an alright kind of guy and she finally gave in to his request. The door could be heard slamming and she kicked the blankets from her body. Running into the bathroom she could be heard farting loudly. Tina laughed out loud at the noises she was making. All morning she could feel the wind trapped inside her and now Steven was gone she couldn’t wait to get the gas from her arse. She let rip.