My Friend Sally Pt 5

Aidan had been seeing Sally’s mum for a few weeks when he moved in. It must have been just before he took us for that ice-cream sundae. Since Sally told me about him I’ve never been able to fancy a pecan again – how silly is that!
It took a while for her to tell me what had happened. She kept dissolving off into tears. I don’t think she’d ever have told me if she hadn’t had a glass too many that night. At first she enjoyed the attention. As I said her real father had gone off when she was only five and Aidan seemed not only to like her mum but to like her as well. He took us ice skating and he took her swimming and went to watch her play netball. She’d only just started playing netball but she was already quite good and had made the school team. He was like a real dad, and it was great.
Only, he wasn’t like a real dad at all. She started to feel uncomfortable when he caught her changing in her bedroom but she persuaded herself it was just an accident. And she began to be concerned by the way he looked at her. When she was telling me she said, ‘I know it sounds weird, and I didn’t know why it was creeping me out. I was only twelve and I’m sure I didn’t think this at the time, but now when I hear someone saying “he undressed me with his eyes” that sort of sums up how I felt. I just felt it wasn’t quite right.’
Sally persuaded herself that everything was fine and that she was just being silly and was unused to having a father figure in her life. Until the night her mum went out for a few drinks with the other women from work and Aidan looked after Sally.
She said he asked her if she liked him, and she said, ‘Yes of course I do.’
‘That’s good,’ he said. ‘Because I like you.’
And he kissed her. Not like a father kisses a daughter. Not like that at all. Sally found it hard to carry on and started to cry again. So I filled up her glass. I thought she needed to share her pain and if getting drunk was the only way, then so be it. And while I was at it, I filled up my glass as well. It looked as though I was going to need it as well.

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About tammygold13

I live in Doncaster and have a so-so life, but my friend Sally has changed her life completely. I don't know whether I envy her or not. I'll tell you all about her so you can judge for yourself.
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