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to
fight with myself whether or not I am capable of forgiving the one woman I have
ever loved.
     
    *****
     
    It takes us less
than an hour to clean up the scene and have the body wrapped and ready in the
car. We have gotten rid of every trace of blood; there isn’t a drop to be
found, even by black light.
    Kalina has been
very helpful, tiding the office areas. Making it look as though Phillip has
just gone home for the evening. She locks the doors on the way out behind us
and drives home.
    I am now sitting
in the local pub, Antonio by my side and a row of empty tumblers, which had
once contained scotch, lay In front of me. My body is feeling the effects
badly, I am dizzy, feeling sick and fucking shattered.
    “So, she
actually slept with him, like really?” Ant asks me in response to me telling
him what Abbi had done.
    “Yes, Really,
Ant, I saw them on CCTV doing it, it was pretty clear. I just don’t know what
to fucking do.” I down the last of the liquor in my current glass and vow to
stop drinking now.
    “I can’t tell
you that one mate, but knowing Abbi, there has to be a reason behind all of
this, there is no way she would risk what you two have for a quick fuck with
someone, who isn’t as good as you.” Of course, Ant would know how good I am,
he’s had my dick in his arse more than once.
    “I just can’t
even think about looking at her right now, I feel so violent about the whole
thing. I don’t want to hurt her mate. I just need some time to think that’s
all.” I toy with the tumbler in my grasp, rolling it around my hands.
    “I know you’d
never hurt her, Leigh, and I think you know that too. You love her too much. I
think you need to go home and talk to her. Find out what the hell is going on
here.” All I really wanted was my little girl, the spitting image of me,
cuddled tightly in my arms as she slept. It would remind me that there is still
some beauty and innocence in this world.
    “Yeah, I know I
do. I just need a few more minutes to collect myself.” I can do it I know I
can. All I have to do is go home and ask her out right why she fucked him. It
is an easy question, but with an answer, I could possibly regret.
    “Come on,
Leighton, fight for this. That girl is fucking scared to death at home waiting
for you. She loves you man, I know she does. Let me drive you home.” Antonio
had me drop my car at his on the way.
    “Okay, let’s go.”
I down the water that has been set on the table for me. I stand and shove my
jacket onto my body. “Let me just use the bathroom quickly.”
    I walk the quick
corridor to the men’s room, praying it is empty. I am in luck as I push open
the door and walk in. I’m not in here to take a leak; no, I need help from my
trusty friend Charlie. He has never once let me down, always calms my sky
rocketed nerves.
    Abbi has her
tranquilizers, I have my coke.
    I enter the only
cubicle, lowering the toilet seat. I line up two lines on the lid, parallel to
one another. God they look so good right now. This is good shit, the expensive
stuff. None of the crap teenagers think is cocaine; this is the real pure
stuff.
    I roll a twenty-pound
note up and snort the lines in quick successions, feeling the effects almost
immediately in my system. I wallow in the feeling, god how I rely on those two
perfect lines every day after I do my job, before I come home to my Fiancée .
    I swipe the last
few speckles of dust and rub it into my gums, smiling as the numb feeling takes
over me.
    I leave the
bathroom feeling a sense of ease and contentment. I’m ready to face the world,
but more importantly, Abbi.
     

Chapter
Six Abigail
     
    Antonio has woken
me up, ten minutes ago, to say he is on his way here with Leighton. It is gone
three in the morning and I am so bloody tired I don’t know how to cope.
    I tie my silk
gown around myself, check on my snoozing daughter and then go downstairs to put
the kettle on. I am in desperate need of a cup of tea to face whatever the