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Chapter 20 - Smashing time

So I'm sure you have started to build up an image of Ciaran, what he looks like and whether you would be able to tell he had done all those things in his life by looking at him, the truth is you wouldn't, his is actually honest and a social magnet, he is genuinely a happy person, but what you should watch is not falling capture to his charming smile, lit up with piercing blue eyes that entrap you, first it is the ignition on passion in your heart and then its opening yourself up to learning more depth and not just the would around you, but the universe you are, eyes that doesn't look at the surface but to the soul that lives inside.

That isn't what this story is about, no this story is full of violence, cheating and mental health mixed with alcohol, bullying and the worst tragedy.

One night whilst his brother Michael was still incarcerated, Ciaran was out with his partner and few friends of theirs, during the night they had gone through several bottles of vodka and it was apparent that Michaels partner had, had enough of the night because she attempted to run home, that would have taken about an hour to walk and she also attempted to leave with a full bottle of vodka, Ciaran had seen er trying to leave so he stopped her and it just went downhill from there.

When Ciaran attempted to stop her, she raised the bottle with it upside down threating him with it, when Ciaran starting tell her to do it, she lowered the bottle but at this point Ciaran had been so drunk and he had always wondered what it would be like so now he wanted her to do it, after him shouting at her to do it about twenty times he gave up, he grabs the bottle out of her hand and in the same motion brings the unopened bottle of vodka to his forehead smashing instantly and losing a considerable amount of blood.

Michael's partner screams and tares her coat off to apply pressure on the wound and while all this is going on, friends of theirs are arguing, a couple and Ciaran takes it upon himself to try and defuse their situations so he jogs the few second over, it took them ten or so seconds to realise I was covered in blood, shocked to say the least but that's when several police cars both marked and un-marked police, it was after that, that the ambulance arrived and of course Ciaran had to be verbally forced in to the ambulance but in his defence, the officers had guns so there is the handicap and it's not in Ciaran's favour.

Because of his behaviour during the drive to the hospital, the doctors were happy for the police escort that followed the ambulance, to leave Ciaran in their care and supervised by security. Ciaran had been allowed a friend with him and he was also placed in a private room but he was a smoker, ten minutes after his arrival he had convinced the security officers to let him go outside for a cigarette.

At first he didn't notice her but once he started walking back and forth, Ciaran never was good with standing still and that's when he saw his ex-girlfriend, she was lent over the railing and crying out in pain, he walks to her with empathy, for the cry was known to him as a pain beyond any physical sensation. Ciaran walks to her and just leans on the railings alongside her.

She had managed to catch her breath and turn to him to ask what had happened with him, Ciaran said to forget about him and asked if anyone was with her, as if right on cue her boyfriend Darren comes out of the entrance doors and his eyes had been instantly locked on Ciaran, he had a valid point for being upset but he had nothing to worry, it wasn't happening again.

For a year after they had broken up, Ciaran didn't want to start a new relationship and while he hasn't always treated his lovers the best, he was always honest with what he was offering, this and his ability to make his lover feel special makes it complicating for him to date, his ex was still in love with him and Ciaran took advantage of that fact.

At least once a week Ciaran's ex would go round to his and it went the same way every time, they would have their fun, they would then lay in bed and call Darren, they would call from her phone without hiding the number and together they would mock and belittle him, he of course would fire off threats, but at the end of it all it would still happen again and again.

One night after getting hyped up after another fight if you could call it that, Ciaran had attacked a man in the car for looking at Michaels girlfriend's ass, he ran to the car while it was stopped at a red light and attacked him with a half shell bike helmet, he didn't know there was a police car stopped at another red light and luckily they didn't see what happened.

Ciaran charged and drunk remembers his ex-girlfriend told him where her and Darren lived, it was like it was meant to be, it was on the way back to Michaels. The girls had walked on while Ciaran, Michael and a friend of theirs knocked on the front door, faces covered Darren's father answers the door.

Where's Darren? Where's Darren? Ciaran kept shouting, his father trying to say he wasn't there, is ex appears at the top of the stairs so Ciaran turns to Michael and tells him to control down there, he starts to jog up the stairs meeting her in the middle, she pleads with him not to do this but he just lifts his face covering enough to expose his mouth and kiss her.

At the top of the stairs there are three doors leading to dark rooms and after quickly ruling one out as the bathroom, he runs in to one of the rooms and was lucky enough to see the tips of his fingers pulling a small built-in wardrobe door closed, he runs over and opens the door, Darren is crouched down in the corner but there was nothing he could do.

Ciaran swung punch after punch and to tell the truth, most of them either hit the arm protecting his head or the wall and with what happened with Stuart, Michael wasn't taking any chances and went to make sure things hadn't got out of hand, but instead he escalated the matter.

By the time their friend came up to the room to tell them he can see armed police getting out of their vehicles on the ground floor, he enters the room and looks in the direction of Ciaran and Michael but because all he could see was the silhouette of people and their actions, he turned and started to leave only to remember that it was them and went back to get them out.

Their friend was panicking at the thought of being caught by the officers with guns, but for Ciaran and Michael, they're not so worried, luck would have it that this was the first place they lived after moving from Ireland, they were on the fifth floor and not only does the block have over ten known exits, it has several hiding places and non-designated exits so while the police come up the fastest way, we exit out the other side of the block and got away.

Back outside the entrance of the hospital and Ciaran had been patient with Darren but after five minutes of abuse he had enough and aggressively told him he should be more worried about his girlfriend and not his pride. This had been going on long enough and the whole-time security had been stood there, but it was only when Ciaran reacted did they intervene and that was enough for Ciaran saying fuck this as he walks off.

He lived the other side of the city, it had past three in the morning and no property, but lucky for him his friend's house was only a forty-five-minute walk, he finally arrives at his friends and his friend was shocked, he said to Ciaran the blood covering his clothes gives the impression his throat had been slit, fortunately that wasn't the case.

Due to the incident at the hospital cutting Ciaran's time there drastically, the only dressing his wound receive was in the back of the ambulance and the following morning, the five paper sutures went down to two, the next morning, none.

Because of the nature of the incident and his disappearing act from the hospital, Ciaran was reported as a venerable missing person, he knew this would happen so he didn't get any further help for his wound and though the cut was three inches long and an inch wide, the scar left in its wake makes it look like nothing more than a scratch.