Chapters (48)
- Cover
- THEFEUD
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
‘I’ve made you a nice ham sandwich and cup of tea. You can’t keep starving yourself, Joey, you need to eat something, love,’ Jessica said, walking into the room.
Jessica was as surprised as anyone that her son’s relationship had fallen to pieces but, in a way, she was relieved. At least she didn’t have to worry about Eddie finding out now.
Joey refused the sandwich. ‘Go away, Mum. I’m not hungry,’ he cried.
He couldn’t bear to speak to anyone apart from Frankie.
Eddie crept up the stairs and stopped halfway, listening to the conversation.
Jessica lifted up the plate and handed it to Joey. ‘Please, just eat half for Mummy.’
‘Stop treating me like a fucking child. I don’t want the poxy sandwich. Go away and leave me alone. If you keep on at me, I’m gonna kill myself.’ Joey screamed as he knocked the plate out of her hand.
Hearing the plate smash, Eddie saw red. How dare he talk to his mother like that? The queer little ponce. Opening Joey’s bedroom door, Eddie picked up half the sandwich off the floor.
‘Eat it, you cunt,’ he ordered.
‘Stop it, Ed!’ Jessica screamed.
‘Leave him alone, Dad,’ Frankie yelled.
Overcome by a vision of Joey having a big dick in his mouth, Eddie held back his son’s head and shoved the sandwich in there. ‘Eat it, fucking eat it!’ he yelled.
As Joey began to make choking noises, Jessica pummelled Eddie with her fists. ‘If you hurt him, I’m leaving you,’ she screamed hysterically.
Frankie jumped on top of her brother to shield him from their father. ‘Get off him, you bully,’ she shouted.
‘You’re no son of mine. Never was and never will be,’ Eddie spat as he left the room.
Making sure that Joey was not hurt in any way, Jessica left him with Frankie and chased her husband down the stairs. ‘How dare you treat our son like that? What’s got into you, Eddie? If you ever lay your hands on him again, we’re finished.’
‘What’s got into me? I’ll tell you what’s got into me, shall I? How do you think that him sucking blokes’ cocks makes me look, eh? Every time I look at him, he makes me feel sick. I’m ashamed to call him my son. You knew all about it, didn’t you? You knew he was at it with that Dominic and you allowed it to continue. What type of mother does that make you, eh?’