fight from the inside series ; part 3 - tenement funster

Chapter 5 - winifred (rogers mother) POV

“i came as fast as i could”

Roger said as he walked through the door, his hair a mess, bags under his eyes; he looked like he was the living dead. He ran at me, throwing his arms around me and holding onto me as if never going to let go; i could hear him sobbing, his chest faltering as he tried to breathe at the same time. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and rubbed his back, it was hard for him; it was hard for all of us really, but him most of all, they didnt leave on good terms and he will never be able to apologise for the way he acted; she felt horrible herself, it was a loop hole really.

“here”

Michael said handing him a cup of tea, he let go of me; his eyes blood shot red and tears stained his face; we walked into the lounge room where a man was seated as we were just about to the point in the will where it is deciding what was to happen with Clare and adams child

“Adrian”

The man said, standing up and offering his hand to roger, he took it but just as quickly as he gave his hand he took it away. Roger was confused and sat down on the chair, he didnt know anything about Fiona eve, he was left out once again, but i didnt want to leave him out of this, its important for him to know that she is the last thing that exists of Claire and Adam.

“now... we are up to section 5... custody and care of the taylor and hart child...An account and trust has been set up at in the name of Fiona eve meddows taylor; This bank also holds the mortgage on the taylor and hart apartment...With regards to custody of Fiona eve, we here by appoint sole guardianship of all three children; in viewing with legal rights and responsibilities that guardianship entails to Roger Taylor”

“What?”

He asked confused, and probably only listening in at the last part where his name was said; he was possibly drunk and hung over, i couldn’t believe that she had made that decision, bestowing roger, someone who hasn’t even see the child once to the care of her; but i couldn’t argue, it was her child and her decision, i cant do anything about it.

“my mum should have her; she has had kids, she knows what to do....she is like.... super mum; i haven’t even met the child”

He proclaimed, Michael getting up and walking off, unable to deal with all the drama going on i suppose; i wouldn’t be surprised if the motors engine started and he went around riding it in the back garden, he tends to do that when frustrated or riddled with stress.

“she left a letter for you, explaining her decision”

He took the enclosed letter within the envelope but didn’t bother opening it.

“are there any contingencies?”

He asked, getting all technical.

“yes, if you are unable or unwilling to care for her; full custody therefor goes to your mother”

Adrian stated as Michael walked back into the room, a bundle of white in his arms; rocking from side to side. He stood in front of roger who was about to interject and express his opinion; handing over him the wrapped up bundle, roger not knowing what to do took it awkwardly in his arms, he looked out of place; he took a drag on his cigarette in his hand, that isn’t good for the baby to be around.

“Its going to be hard to look after the baby if your going to be dead too”

“this? Wont kill me for years”

He retorted and he instantly put it out in the ashtray nearby and threw the remainder of the packet into the bin from his seat, shooting it as if he were in a basketball game, and getting it in one go, all whilst holding Fiona eve; I couldn’t see him being able to look after her.

“here, you take her... i need to... go and get some air”

He told me, giving over the baby and leaving the room; running his fingers though his hair, it was alot for him to take in, lets just hope he doesn’t get into the habbits his father is in, that wont be good for anyone, its bad enough i worry about Michael clift walking, i don’t need to worry about two people acting like that.

Roger was up in the old oak tree, sitting on the thickest branch like he use to when he was with a child, the tire swing Michael had made the pair of them for entertainment still tied securely to the tree.  He was looking down at something; going red in the face before hopping down and into the tire, spinning around by himself; he use to push clare in it.  I look down at Fiona eve, fists balled and eyes closed; she looked just like Clare, i took one of her fists and held her hand as she was about to wail.

“ baby... its alright... “