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Happy 6th Birthday Geordie Shore | May 24th 2011.

The Lake || Rebecca & Declan

Walking was the only thing that Rebecca had to do. It was what she’d done for years and the thing that most people had was a destination. Hers, however, was one she didn’t where. It was who. Given what this town was she felt that it would be a matter of time before she stumbled across someone who could tell her where to go. Point her in the right direction. Which was good and well but the outcome was something she hadn’t thought out other than beating the shit out of the man who took her life away. Her family. Her son. People she didn’t speak to anymore and hadn’t in ten years all because she was a monster. 

Rebecca kept going, not taking in the world around her for the time being and she decided to let her thoughts numb. To feel these emotions exhausted her and she thought that maybe, for a little while, she could enjoy a little bit of tranquility. The hotel room she wanted before wasn’t something she could get but maybe a swim would be the next best thing? As she neared the lake she noticed a building nearby and Rebecca hesitated. She looked from the lake to the building and thought about turning around to head back into town but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be back there again. It was too much for her and the quiet seemed a better choice. Rebecca decided to get closer to the building to see if it was a home or business because maybe that would give her a better idea if she could swim without someone calling the police on her.

@bruised-n-bloodied-knuckles

Do you wanna come back? | Billy & Rebecca.

Los días pasaron más o menos rápido hasta llegar al viernes, día en el que la rubia había acordado la… ¿Cita? Bueno, la cena con Billy después de su encuentro en la librería que había culminado con el beso que se habían dado ambos (y dos en las mejillas, pero ni de lejos habían causado el mismo efecto que el beso) y con la siguiente cita. No podía negar que estaba emocionada por aquel encuentro; en cierto modo porque hacía bastante tiempo que no quedaba con nadie para pasar la velada en casa y era algo que añoraba, además de que, por mucho que lo negara, estaba interesada por conocerlo todavía más.

Ya lista y preparada desde hacía rato (quién dijo perfeccionista y coqueta), una hora antes de que fueran las ocho le dijo a su chófer que fuera a casa de Billy y le diera, además de una nota, un traje que había elegido especialmente para él; cosa rara tratándose de un pobre como era el hombre, aunque la situación en general era, como poco, pintoresca. 

Ponte esto antes de venir y sin rechistar, querido. Te espero a las ocho.
– Rebecca Lake.