o her shock Liam was stood ‘swaying’ by the front door trying to put his car keys on the hook by the door.
Upon asking him why he was there, he informed her that this was ‘his’ house; the house that he grew up in and now that he was home she would be leaving. Cassandra folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the doorframe of the lounge. She waited for Liam to finish hooking his keys up and when he had crossed the hall and reached the bottom of the stairs informed him that the house was in fact ‘hers’.
Liam turned toward her sneering, asking her how she assumed this house was hers?
“A few years ago during the last big recession your father’s company ran into financial difficulty; he sold the house in order to keep the company afloat. I took a position at another company. ‘I’ bought the house to ensure we would always have a roof over our heads.” By this time Cassandra had crossed the hall and was picking Liam’s keys off the hook.
Liam staggered back toward her holding his hand out for his keys. “I take it then I am not welcome in ‘your’ house so I will take my leave and fuck you, Cassandra!” he slurred. He had come to a stop and was swaying back and forth on the spot.
“Liam; go to your room!” Cassandra said, in the tone she had always used when he had been a child. One which brooked no argument. The look of shock which was swiftly followed by acquiescence on Liam’s face would have been funny if the situation hadn’t been so dire. She was terrified he’d attack her for the keys then she’d have to ring the police as she really couldn’t allow him to drive in that state.
“Yes ma’am,” Liam said giving her a sort of salute and staggered toward the staircase. Cassandra followed him up the stairs so he didn’t fall. At one point he asked her what she was doing?
“Making for you don’t fall and break your crown, Jack!” she said sarcastically. Once he was through his bedroom door she made her way back downstairs and breathed a sigh of relief. His keys she put in her desk drawer which she locked for the night, there was no way he was driving anywhere until he was sober.
Rory had put only one condition on Cassandra buying the house; that if Liam ever needed a roof over his head he would always have his childhood home. Not expecting Liam to return, Cassandra had readily agreed, she had also left the house to him in her will along with everything else except a small sum she had put aside for each of her sister’s children. Liam naturally knew none of this as he might see fit to do away with her if he thought he had such a financial benefit to it. This about summed up how little Cassandra trusted Liam; but he was Rory’s son, and to this day she still loved Rory.
The following morning Liam made his way downstairs. He seemed genuinely contrite of his behaviour the evening previous as he asked for his car keys; saying he’d be on his way.