on down the corridor. Jane unlocked the door and Mark
pulled her inside. She shook his arm off, made for the bathroom and sat on the
side of the bath, tears running down her cheeks, wondering what sort of a
Valentine’s Day Eddie and Angie were having. She thought back to the night
Angie had presented them with her news and replayed the scene in her head, as
she’d done so many times. She’d leapt out of bed, pushed Eddie out of the way
and ran into the bathroom, retching. He’d knocked on the door with her clothes
in his hand, white faced, telling her it couldn’t be his kid. He told her he
loved her, would sort it out and not to worry, they would soon be married. But
it was Angie he married a month later.
Mark knocked on the door, startling her from
her thoughts. ‘Be out in a minute,’ she called. She slipped out of her clothes
and into her silk robe, tying it tightly round her middle. He was sitting on
the bed, naked to his waist and held out his hand. He ran his finger over the
Woolies fake wedding ring he’d made her wear. She stared into his eyes, her
stomach flipping over at the unfathomable look he was giving her. He pulled her
into his arms and kissed her long and hard. She wriggled away but his grip
tightened and he pushed her backwards and lay on top of her. He tried to force
her legs apart as she struggled against his weight.
‘Stop it, Mark. Get off me.’ She pushed against
his chest with all her might. He flopped onto his back and she leapt off the
bed.
‘What’s wrong with you?’ he shouted. ‘For
fuck’s sake, you’re supposed to love me. Why else did you agree to bloody marry
me? Come on, stop playing hard to get.’ He jumped up and glared at her. ‘This
should be a special night for us, first time and all that.’
She backed up to the door as he came towards
her. She should tell him now, get it over with. ‘It’s not,’ she said, ‘my first
time, I mean.’
‘What?’ He stared at her, his eyes cold. ‘What
the fuck are you saying?’
‘I slept with Ed.’
He grabbed her shoulders. ‘You’ve been shagging
Mellor behind my back?’
‘Of course not. It was before we got together.’
He shook her roughly. ‘So why have you been
acting the innocent with me? Saving it for our wedding day? You’re a
fucking joke!’
‘I’m sorry,’ she cried. ‘I just can't. I loved
Ed. I don’t love you. I should have
told you before, but I didn’t know how.’ She pulled off her rings and threw
them at him. ‘It’s over.’ She shot out of the room, down the corridor and
hammered on Roy and Sammy’s door.
Roy , a towel wrapped around his middle,
opened the door and Jane ran in, startling him.
‘Shut the door, Roy , quick.’
Sammy came out of the bathroom, also wrapped in
a towel. ‘What’s going on?’ she said as Jane collapsed on the bed, sobbing.
There was a loud knock and Roy let in Mark.
‘Jane, get back to our room at once,’ Mark
demanded, face like thunder as he went to grab her arm.
‘Hang on a minute, mate.’ Roy pulled him back. ‘What the fuck’s
going on? Why’s Jane in this state?’
‘I told him I don’t love him,’ Jane cried. ‘And
I’ve told him about Ed. I’ve given him back his ring. It’s over, Mark. Go
away.’
‘Pu-please come and talk to me,’ Mark
stuttered, his face twisted. ‘You owe me that at least. You’ve led me on all
this time and lied to me. You little slut.’ He lunged for her again and Roy thumped him squarely on the jaw.
‘Leave it,’ he said as Mark reeled backwards.
‘Get back to your own room. I’ll be with you when I’ve put some clothes on.
Jane, stay here with Sam. I’ll stay with him.’
‘You sure?’ Jane sniffed. ‘I’ve spoiled your
night.’
Don’t worry, Jane.’ Sammy put her arms around
her. ‘I’d rather you were safe in here with me.' She glared at Mark. 'I knew
this would happen. You shouldn’t have booked this weekend. If you’d any sense
you’d have seen signs that it was