Chapter 12

“I missed the fucking step. Whoever designed this bloody house wants shooting.” It was necessary to take a step down before turning the corner, and then take a step up again to get to the other side of the house.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Colin asked.

“I should be able to take a fucking piss without having to have my hand held,” Martin said, feeling his ankle.

“But it’s a strange house. It’s not like ours.”

“I bloody know that now,” Martin said, wincing at the pain.

The noise the two were making must have woken the others. Harry poked his head out of his and Avril’s bedroom door, Matt too was looking on the scene.

“It’s all right. Please go back to bed,” Colin said; he knew the fact Martin had an audience witnessing his misfortune wouldn’t help soothe his frayed nerves. “Come on, love, the bathroom’s over here.” Colin helped support Martin’s weight as he hobbled along.