Leah rushes over to Rob, who is holding his nose and attempting to stem the flow of blood.
“What the fuck was that?” he shouts.
“I don’t know,” Leah replies, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I’ll get a towel,” she says as she rushes into the kitchen.
She is soon back with a teatowel which she passes to Rob. He applies it to his nose, which seems to have stopped bleeding. Meanwhile, Phil remains unconscious on the ground.
Leah approaches him, “I had better check he is still breathing.”
“I don’t care,” says Rob.
“Come on Rob,” Leah says with a shake of her head.
“I mean it, the guy is a nutter. What do you want from me?”
“Look I don’t blame you, but I don’t want him to die. We need to get to the bottom of this.”
She can see that Phil’s chest is rising and falling slowly, “He is fine.”
“I think my nose isn’t broken, at least something,” Rob says as he rises to his feet, “he’s certainly got a punch. Come with me.”
Rob takes Leah by the arm and guides her to the kitchen. He splashes some cool water on his face, Leah helping to wash away the blood.
“We need to call the police,” he says.
“No way,” she says while also giving a firm shake of the head.
She walks away to the centre of the kitchen before turning around to face him.
“We can’t, there is something wrong here, you know it.”
“What is wrong here is that you have a stalker and don’t seem to want to do anything about it.”
She begins to stutter and her arguments begin to flounder, that statement hit home and shocked her.
“Does she still care? No, no way,” she thinks.
They both stop talking then, looking out through the back door towards the garden. They walk as one, two heads poking out through the door, searching.
“Where is he?” asks Rob.
To be continued…
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