IN EACHOTHERS FOOTSTEPS

Intro

Warren and Louise have been married for 5 years now and have desided to split. When Warren returns to Hollyoaks he finds old love and new and little did he now a secrete is revealed that will change his life forever.
The who pushed clare storyline never happened so clare is going to be in it and Justin and Katy are married and Michaela and Mercedes arn't as wild as they used to be.
This story is told by Warren Fox and Mercedes McQueen!!

1-Warren Fox

The faint breeze curls through the back of my hair. The cooing of doves in the backround makes me smile, as I am happy, somthing I've never been before until I met her but now I fear it's over, god why did I have to be such a fool! She wears a breezy satin like red dress. I love to watch her light wavy burnet hair blowing in the breeze. Her lips, crimson red like lush berries in the summers blom. She sits there, on the deck chair reading "Gossip Girl" in the shade of a horse chestnut tree. I watch the excited screeching gull swoop up and over the muti colored green hills in the distance. The feel of long wet jewie grass in between my fingertips as I walk through the gap in the ancient ruins of what was once a wall. Looking at the rays of sunlight shine red through the gaps in the tree's some smothered by dark green Ivey and moss. And it's sad, to see what was once a fine strong tree become weak because of a mere parasite.

I walk this stony grey path that leads me to a rose bush. I reach foward to pick one, one of theese thick glossy red roses. The prickly thorns prick my fingers, thick wine like blood streams out and runs down my arm. My right hand peppered with thorn pricks, my palm sticky as bluebeards. I turn back and walk up the stony grey path this time with the dull limey grey sea in my view, no doubt this island was beautiful.

I sit on the table opposite her. She lifts her face I look deep into her eyes, those eyes those deep blue eyes like hooks for the soul that once you set eyes upon them you could never get your mind off them.
"I love you," I whisper.
Set sets eyes on the red rose that I clench in my fist. "For me," she asks with a little grin appearing across her face.
"No," I start, nodding my head. I look at the rose and smile. "It's for my mistress."
She turns a page and rasis her eyebrow. "You wouldn't."
Now I raise my eyebrow. "Try me," I whisper with a slight sneer.
I hand her the rose, she grabs my hand and gazes upon my bruised fingeres.
"Your hurt," she says with a hint of concern in her voice, circling my hand with her fingertip. Her nails, painted with French tips, makes me feel bad.
"Love hurts," I sigh.
"It dose," she snaps staring into her magazine. "That's what I found out last night."
I sigh and stare at the wet jewie grass below me"I know," Then I look up at her full of remorse. "I'm sorry."
"I,I," she repeats. "I don't think I can go on like this," she whispers almost crying.
I move in close to her and rest my hand on her cheek. She looks in my eyes. "What does love mean," she asks me in a desparate tone.
I sigh and look back to the jewie wet grass, I feel her fore head on mine and I find myself panting with a strong lust, desire burning up inside me.
"I, I would go," I swallow my saliva. "Where lily's blow, to me with you," I pause to take a breath. "My love, my Louise." I pause to take another breath and gently kiss her fast. "You are my love only you, you are my passion. You, you inspire me to be a better person."
I feel her light watery tears stream down her cheeks, transferred onto mine.
"If, If," I repeat. "I do not get your love," I kiss her again. "ThenI must give death to my heart break."

"That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she cries.
"But it's not enough?"
"No!"
"Tell me you don't love me," I whisper starting to lose hope.
"I don't love you."
I get annoyed with that answer as I know it's not true, I could hear it in her voice. Her voice tell one story but her eyes tell another. I slide of the table and fix my white silky shirt. I bend down close to her eye. "You just lied," I snarl walking away. Every step I took I heard her voice call. "Warren," as I walked further and further away it turned into a less than faint whisper. I couldn't go back the love between us was simply lost!!

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Originally posted by Ocean Writer:

thick wine like blood streams out and runs down my arm. My right hand peppered with thorn pricks, my palm sticky as bluebeards.

They lines are similar to ones from a poem, just an observation i made.

anyhow, great start. plz continue soon.

yeah i found that bit in a poem i thought it wud suit that part.

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2-Mercedes McQueen

A sudden rush of wind wirls down my face, sending shivers down my spine. Cars speeding by saving time to beat the rush hour traffic. I sit here on this cold mahogany bench beside this child. A five year old child just started school she has. She's playing withher rag doll with faded pait pigtails with blue ribbons pulled at by naughty schoolboys. She's strong, the little girl, like her daddy she'll survive in this world even if it's only going to be for a few months.
"Mam," she asks in her innocent voice.
That and the faint sound of beeping cars awakens me from my daydream.
I put the cigerette to my lips and take a puff before anwsering. "What Sarah?"
"What if you where born without a name?"
"Everones born without a name," I sigh.
"Yeah but..."
"Well then you mam and dad would name ya then."
"But what if they forgot?"
"That's stupid," I snap.
"What if they did," she protests.
"They wouldn't forget," I protest.
"What if they did," she repeats in a whisper.
I don't answer her just sit there, sloched to one side smoking.
"Would you be forgotten?"
"I guess," I reply in a bit of a cough.
I notice little Sarah, she stares at an old pink piece of bubble gum stuck to the tar.
Looking a bit upset she asks. "Is that why I don't know my dad?"

That's when I start to feel guilty she never asked about her father before. She hid behind herblack pigtails trying to hide her tears, all you could see was her freckled nose pock out and her dark eyelashes flitter.
Her pigtails blew in the faint breeze I try to change the subject by turning my attention to her uniform, I manage to conjure up a question.
"Do you like your new school," I ask with a smile.
She turns to me with a great big grin on her face her eyes all sparkly, they remind me of her daddy.
I stand up and take her little dainty hand.
"C'mon I'll drop you off to Aunty Carmel's!."
"Ok," she sighs almost dissapointed.

We walk down the cold stone cabal's of this sleepily little village. The wind full force against us in the middle of a cold October. Max and OB are checking delivery orders outside "Mob's"
Sarah starts pulling my jeans. "Mammy, mammy," she wails.
"What Sarah?"
"I, I wanna smothie," she asks in a frantic and exited voice at the prospect of sipping a nice big glass of squished frothy fruits.
"No," I shout dragging her away.
"Why mam," she snarls.

"Because I have no money with me!"
"But, but your able to buy smokes why can't you buy me a strawberry smoothie?"
"Don't answer back," I whisper bending down to her level, to fix her chunkie pink scarf around her neck. She stands with a disscused grin on her pale face and her arms folded.
"Look when I come to collect you, I'll buy you one then ok," I ask putting the finishing touches to the ribbons in her hair.
"Now do you wamt me to look after Molly," I ask looking at the ruffed around rag doll she clings onto.
"No mammy," she giggles.
"Ok then," I smile. "But if those naughty schoolboys pull her hair again tell them your mammy is going to sort them out ok?"
That made her smile.

Do u's want more?

hey maria luvin the new fic

2nd that^^^ plz do more

Warren and Louise get bak 2gether don't day?

yes but thats not the main story

sound

Any1 want more?

yehhhhhhhhh...plzzz do more its fabbb!!!! with a big fat cherry on top

yeah it brill

THANKYOU
3-Warren Fox

2 months later.....

The taste of stale alcohol sickens me I pull the duvet over my face trying not to think of the day ahead.
Katy storms into my room of darkness. Dressed like a desparate housewife, colorful headscar and apron with black and red stripes. "Warren," she whispers rubbing my shoulder.
"Umph...What," I groan.
"Are you awake," she asks in a raised tone.
"I am," I shout pulling myself up.
"Your not," she snaps.
"How could I be asleep and be talking to you?"
She looks around the room. "Jaysus," she complains picking up empty beer cans. "State of this place."
I rub the back of my head with one hand a point to the door with the other.
"Ah would ya go on out!"
She picks up a bundle of dirty clothes lying about and heads for the door.
"Well you can wake yourself up next time," she shouts.
"Will," I snap clenching my teeth, trying to keep a civil tougue.

I get up and look in the mirror and never mind the state of this place, state of me! I look like I havn't shaved in days, my hair all stuck up it looked auwful. The stink of alcohol off my "Mickey mouse." pajama top I really hand no idea I was that drunk!

I saunter into the kitchen scratching the back of my head. "What's for breakfast Katy," I yawn sitting down at the breakfast table. Katy running around flipping eggs, cleaning the floor doing more than a thousand things at once, women how do we live without them?
Justin sitting opposite me with "The Chester Harald" in front of his face all you could see was the blond spikes from the top of his hair pop over the top. The paper suddenly thrown to the side when his bueatiful young wife places a big fry in front of him fallowed by a big peck on the cheek.
"Umm thanks love," he whispers.
Then I realise I have somthing to complain about. "Where's mine," I ask looking up at her in discused. Trying to avoid looking at Justin munching away at his rashers like a savage.
Katy hisses at me and goes off to get my breakfast.
"Katy what do you think of me auditioning for "X factor?"
"That's great," humors Katy carrying over my fry. You see that's a wifes job, to humor her husband to tell him he's a great singer even if he sounds like Homer Simpson.
I love the sound of sizzling pink rashers, the smell of golden crisp sausages.
"You'd think I was a slave," complains Katy franticly on her way to the kettle.
Then Justin, god love him trys to make light of the situation. "Wife," he calls banging his cup off the table.
Katy is over grilling up her breakfast. "What love?"
"More tea!"
Katy moans, moans and moans as she carrys over a big white teapot with light and dark spots on it. Cousin Jerome bought her for her wedding. She stats pouring out the tea when of course, she finds SOMTHING else to complain about. "More tea," she says. "More tea!!! You'd swear I was your cave woman."
"Grrr..." laughs Justin. "I'll hold you to that."
Katy giggles at his stupid remark.

She looks at me sincerly with a raised eyebrow. "You going to get a job today?"
"I'll try," I reply cutting up on of my rashers.
"So ask Clare for your old job back."
"Clare," giggles Justin going back to his paper.
I stand up and trow on my denim jacket. "Me hole."
Katy walks over and fixs my jacket, I swear to god she's worse than a mother. She kisses me on the cheek.
"Please get a job," she whispers.
"I'll try," I shout on my way out. "See ya Jay!"
He looks up from the paper. "What...." And then he finally realises I'm about to walk out the door. "Oh em Bye."

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