No fucking way. What the hell was I going to do?
There was only one thing for it, and it was the hardest call to make.
I rubbed my face while the phone rang. What if he didn’t answer? Then what would I do?
But I didn’t need to worry.
“Hi, Kill. What do you want?”
“Seth. I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Yeah, I’m kinda busy right now.”
“Look, I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important. I need your help.”
I relayed my conversation with Sullivan and my need for some decent clothes.
“So, it’s really happening then?”
“I don’t know about that, but I really need to make a good impression, and I’m not going to do that with the clothes I have.”
I looked up to the ceiling, praying he’d help.
“You want money? I don’t have a lot.”
“No. God, no. I don’t want money. Sullivan has given me enough for the train fare and any food.”
“Why don’t you use that?”
“How would I get to London then? Please, Seth. I know we didn’t leave things on a good footing last time. I’m sorry, and I’ll be honest, your words hit home. I’ve been off the drink. Not touched a drop in about a week.”
“Fuck, Killian. That’s a massive step for you.”
“I’m trying, and this could be huge. Please. I’ll pay you back tenfold, I promise. Remember how you always told me I’d make it? Seems like you might be right.”
I didn’t want to jump the gun on this.
“If you want, I can bring some clothes round for you to borrow.”
“Fuck, man. You’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Yet you chose to end it between us. Funny that.”
The line went dead. Was he gonna come round now?
Fuck. Why did I mess everything up?Let’s hope I don’t fuck this up.
I chucked a few things into an overnight bag and tidied up as best I could. It wasn’t as bad as the last time Seth came round, and hopefully, if he turned up, he’d see I was trying to turn my life around.
A little while later, there was a knock at the door.
I opened it up to a solemn-looking Seth. He thrust a bag into my arms and turned to leave.
“What? You don’t want to come in?”
He sighed heavily and faced me. “If I come in, then you’ll talk to me, and I really don’t feel like doing that right now. I’m still mad at you.”
“Seth, come on. How long have we known each other and how many times have we fallen out?” I pouted, knowing that, in the past, he’d have caved, but this time, I was wrong.