Life's Harder Than Ever

When I arrived back at my caravan Cheryl was in my bed, I made her a cup of tea but she didn’t seem to want to go home, she had all her clothes on and she was just laid under the covers she looked very comfortable laid there. She seemed to be settled in and she was making a lot of small talk, I made her a cup of tea and sat and had a chat with her after a bout 15 minutes I said well it’s getting late and I had best take you home Cheryl. It wasn’t far away so I was alright leaving Nathan for a few minutes. Cheryl wasn’t impressed; she thought she was going to spend the night with me.

It wasn’t that I didn’t fancy her; actually I thought she was well horny, but I had Vicky to consider and the fact that she was pregnant with my child I didn’t want to jeopardize that for anything.

Cheryl never did any more baby-sitting for me again, I did ask her one time but she said that it wasn’t a very good idea so I guess she was pissed at me for taking her home that night. After that Pete said look John why don’t you bring Shane with you he can stay in the back of the office whilst you’re working and if he wants to go to sleep then there is a settee here, he said you can’t afford a baby-sitter mate its not worth you working if you pay it all out on that. I said thanks very much Pete and that would be great, so that problem was solved for the time being. It was a Wednesday afternoon whilst I was on my shift I decided to call round and see Vicky I had done a job to Skelton so I called in on the way back to town. I said cheers Pete, he was a great bloke Pete was plus I could tell him anything, of course he had his own opinion but he didn’t judge me or try and make me do anything, he just said you do what you think is best John and I will be here if you need anyone to confide in.

Now to me that’s what true friend’s are like they don’t but in or judge you they are simply there for you at times when you need them the most. I told Pete that I wouldn’t be to long, I said I’m only going to pop in and see what Vicky is doing and if she is alright. I was worried about her and with her been pregnant I didn’t want anything happening to her or to our baby. I didn’t know what kind of reception I would get as I hadn’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks. I loved her and all I wanted was for us to be together so we could have a life and a family and maybe some good times, was it to much to ask for a bit of happiness didn’t I deserve any or was my life doomed to be one of doubts let downs and aggravation.

It was while I was still working for Pete that I had an argument with someone in York. I was driving from Clifton towards the traffic lights near water lane, there was a chap on a pushbike; he had his hand out as if he were going towards water lane.

He then started to move in front of me. I blew my horn at him, then he moved over more into the middle of the road so I started to pass him on the inside he was shouting abuse at me, I was in my own lane so I put my window down and said make up your mind which bloody lane you want to be in then. He said fuck off you bastard, I shouted back at him I was only about two yards past him by now. I said if I were you pal I would shut the fuck up now before I get out and fucking drop you. He said come on then if you think you’re big enough you bald headed twat so I stopped the car right smack in the middle of the road and then I got out and ran across the main road in front of an oncoming car.

Vicky was shouting at me to get back in the car, I said no fuck it he’s not talking to me like a piece of shit. Well when this guy got off the bike and stood up straight, Jesus I thought he’s a bloody giant, he started grinning and as he tried to put his bike down, I swung at him and smacked him right in his right ear it must have been a real good punch because he shook his head and staggered then he took a swing at me. I jumped back and he missed, I was now stood smack in the middle of the road brandishing my fists. Come on then you fucking cunt I said, his face was bright red and I thought he was going to burst into tears. He said I’ll have you for that you twat, I said go on then try it my name is John Reeson and I live at number 3 Fairfield Cottages in Skelton send the fucking cops down I don’t give a shit you deserved it if you can’t fucking take it then don’t give it now piss off before you get some more you lanky bastard. I never heard a thing about that incident, when I told Pete he said I don’t know John trouble just seems to follow you around doesn’t it. I said it does Pete and I don’t have to look for it either, I have chased after people for being clever and abusive towards me loads of times.