Authors Notes: I know I had to post this Part Pretty quickly because, It's on a file With all my writings in and I was worried I'd forget where the ending was for the first part. xD

Anyway.


After a couple of minute’s I had finally got there. I pushed the door open and straight away I stared into a face I had recognised. Mo’s. I shuffled over to her as quickly as I could and squeezed her. I could see in her face that she was pleased to see me as well.
“Robbie! I thought I’d never see you again!” She exclaimed with the thick Scottish accent I had always remembered,
“Aye, I’ve missed you. Too much” I said, obviously sad in emotion, trying to hide it away, She started into my eyes
“Are you okay? Maybe you can come to my place for some grub, and you can tell me.” She said comfortingly and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.
I burst out in tears, my eyes shut tight, trying to say the words: My son is dead! But I just couldn’t. All of a sudden I could feel her chest push against mine and her arms wrap around me, and her soft sweet voice whisper into my ear, then we walked out of the posh London pub and made our way to Mo’s flat.
Whilst we were walking, I felt her hand slide into mine and thought, If Leonie is not ready to move on, I am.
We arrived at her flat in just a few minutes.
“Are ye’ coming in?” She questioned, standing on the other side of her flat door
I looked around, as if Leonie was watching then when I though the cost was clear so I stepped in cautiously, and looked around.
“This place is beautiful, Mo!” Still staring around the place, “How much was it?”
“About £1,000, I had to sell the whiskey” She hung her head low,
“Oh, I’ve still got mine, may have to sell it soon, it doesn’t mean anything anymore.” My voice started to quiver.
Mo grabbed my arm and pulled me into her bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.
“Do you want to tell me what happened now?” She said reassuringly, placing herself next to me.
I plunged into sadness when she said those words, but if I was going to get rid of the pain, I’ll have to tell her. So I took a deep breath and the tears started to roll out.
“My son was killed by a thug. The stupid git swung for me, but missed and got him, I just wish he had got me!” I cried “I’ve done stupid stuff in my life, but not my son, I’d do anything to get him back” The tears tumbled down my face as I said those words.
Mo gripped me and wrapped her arms around me again crying into my shoulder.
“I’m sorry but I can make you feel better though” Her voice changed, as she stared into my eyes, and touched her soft lips on mine. We kissed. Time flew by. The kisses got deeper and deeper. She really took my mind off of things, that night. I never wanted this to end but the next thing I knew, I woke up in her bed, tired and in love. Again. I got up and put my clothes back on, and looked at her sound asleep, then kissed her softly on her delicate cheek and left as quickly as I could back to my house, And as soon as I had opened the door,
“Where have you been?” Leonie said with a quiet tone
I stopped and stared at her, breathing silently,
“Where have you been?” She then shouted
“I-I was at a friend’s house.” I stuttered, “Also I thought you needed space, so I gave you some”
Leonie, frustrated, angry and sad all at the same time, got up and pushed me to the ground, “Tell me the truth, tell me the truth!” She started to scream, hitting me.
“I was at a friend’s house! Why don’t you believe me?” I interrupted her,
She screamed once more and punched me several times in my chest, making bruises. The tears rolled down my face once more as I fell into unconsciousness, trying to forget everything, even my name.
I dreamt of what would happen if my son wasn’t dead. Watching him grow up to be a strong man, And watching him get married and of course me and Leonie being as close as a husband and wife should be.
No pain, No sadness, nothing, just happiness, for us all.