Chapter 28

Yasmin's POV

"Yasmin! Yasmin!" Loudly Robbie shouts from the hallway which is followed by thumping against the wooden flooring- a fist maybe? The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I quickly run to the direction of the hallway closing the kitchen door behind me.
"Rob what are-" Suddenly i come to a holt seeing two figures lying on the floor surrounded by blood droplets. "Oh..m...my...g...g.." Cupping my face i realise that Mark has been badly injured. Robbie looks up at me with a ghost like look on his face.
"We need to get him to the hospital. Quick my keys!" Still in shock i watch Robbie slide from underneath Mark's lifeless body. "Yasmin! Keys. Now!" He looks at me with panic filled eyes whilst trying to get Mark to open his eyes. With a shaky hand i give him the car keys. "...He's breathing... just... right... get Eleanor and strap her in the passenger seat... you'll have to sit in the back with Mark... just keep talking to him, ok?"
"We can't... what about Gary? Oh god... Gary! We need to ring him!" Stumbling around i take hold to the house phone.
"No!" Robbie pulls the phone away from my ear dripping some of Mark's blood onto my blouse by mistake. "...You can't ring him..."

Taking a step backwards with the phone still in my hand containing Gary's partly dialled number i look at Robbie feeling amazed. "Why not?! It's his Fiancé! He has a right to know Robbie whether you like Gary or not you don't have the say in this-"
"He did it!" Pressing the back of his hand against his forehead Robbie inhales a deep breath. "Gary was the one... who did this to Mark."
Shaking my head refusing to believe Robbie i glance down at Mark who's chest faintly begins to rise and drop slowly. "...Get him to the hospital."
"Didn't you hear what i just said?! Gary did this! Mark told me before he collapsed! Come on... we've got to go." Tightly he grabs my wrist dragging me to the direction of the door.
"I'm not going!"
"Excuse me? He needs to go to the hospital?! Look at him! He's barely breathing stop pissing around and get Eleanor!" Robbie shakes his head in frustration before carefully lifting Mark from the floor.
"You are going to take Mark to the hospital whilst i drop Eleanor off at my Mum's, so i can go over to Gary's." Staring at my face Robbie's jaw drops open a little.
"Are you for real?! Gary has done this to Mark! You're fucking pregnant Yasmin what on earth is going off in that head of yours?"
"I don't believe it until i hear it from Gary...Answers are needed..."
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Taking a deep breath i stand outside Gary's front door. Surly it can't be true... i mean Gary wouldn't do that to Mark they're far too in love at the minute to hurt one another, but then again Gary has skipped a few classes of his anger management... Releasing a deep sigh i finally knock on the front door which surprisingly creaks open automatically. My knees buckle by the thought of what Robbie said being true. No. Gary wouldn't... and he wouldn't hurt me either that's not the man i know. "Gary? Gary are you in here?" I call whilst walking into the abandoned house. Glancing into the living room something catches my eye. Very slowly i creep over to the dark stain in the middle of the carpet. Dipping my fingers into the centre it soon becomes clear what exactly it is- blood. In horror i flee from the living room. "GARY?! Gary?! Where are you?!" The whole of my body freezes when i hear a plastic bottle fall from within the kitchen. After a few seconds i decide to go and investigate. "Gary...are you in here....?" Peering around the door i spot Gary crawled up in a corner of the kitchen quietly crying. "Gary? Oh god Gary...what's happened?" Instantly i comfort him tightly wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. At first he refuses my touch until he uncontrollably bursts into tears.

"What's happened Gary? Mark needs you he's in a terrible state..." Using the sleeve of my cardigan i wipe away Gary's tears whilst looking into his lost reddened eyes.
"I...I...I know..."
"What do you mean you know? Come on you've got to go to him... it's serious...he needs you."
"I...It... it was...me..." Swallowing hard he takes a deep breath avoiding eye contact. "I did it..." Gary's words make me speechless. Did i just hear that right? Did he actually just admit to beating Mark up?
"W...why...why would you do that? Is it your anger? Because you've missed classes? Oh god Gary..." The palms of his hands clench to the side of his head.
"Questions...Questions... so many questions! Why did you even come here? Do you really think i give two shits about the state he's in?! I don't even care if he's lying on his death bed. That man is nothing to me." Gary hisses before standing to his feet.
"Where the hell is this coming from Gary?"
"He's broken my heart... slept with that slag Robbie's been playing around with...You know what... i'd rather be in your position... all Robbie did was sleep with her. You got off lucky." He swirls around the wine glass which is half filled with red wine knocking back in one. Feeling stunned and slightly hurt by his recent comments i slowly walk over to him.
"Lucky?! You call being cheated on lucky?! How dare you say such a thing! It's probably not even true about Mark you've just got the end of the stick. I for one know Robbie's was true... he told me!" Gary quietly laughs whilst topping up his glass.
"...And Mark told me... they both did... him and that lovely...lovely... woman... the mother of his child. I don't mean to be rude, but you're cramping my party Yasmin."
"Woah....back up... Mother of his child?! Since when?!"
"Since he fucked her in the toilets..." Suddenly Gary cups his face and whimpers. "....the night of your wedding!"

The room fills with silence all that can be heard is the heartbroken sobs coming from Gary's cupped face, as he leans against the sink. "I...I...I don't know...what to say Gary..."
"Then don't say anything! There's nothing to say! He's ripped my heart out... he's torn this family apart before it's even started." I notice that his engagement ring has vanished whilst his hands rest against his tear dripping face.
"Gary..." Sympathetically i place a hand onto his back showing my support which he just shrugs off.
"Just go... i don't need anyone... i just want to be alone right now... got it?!"
"B...but... i can't leave you...not like this..."
"Do you not listen?! I said i don't need anyone... i'm speaking English aren't i? Go on get out!" Gary pushes me towards the hallway- not hard, but enough to make me move.
"Gary i-"
"Go! Get out! I don't want you i don't want anyone!" Continuing his actions Gary pushes me out of the front door before loudly slamming it behind me. That isn't the Gary Barlow i use to know.

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Gary's POV

Swirling my finger around the partly empty wine glass i walk around the living room. My head aches, but not from the two bottles of wine i've just guzzled down my neck. It even hurts to breathe feeling my cracked heart slowly beat. I place the wine glass onto the marble fireplace whilst reaching for a photo frame. Inside the rectangular frame is a photo of me and Mark from our recent holiday. The pair of us wearing Santa hats whilst sitting beside the Christmas tree. My mind casts back to the day it was taken {"Come on Mark take it already my back's aching in this position." Resting on my knees i smile for the billionth time as Mark takes the photo again. 
"Hmph... it's still not right... it looks too forced..." Mark flicks through the photos on his phone whilst biting his bottom lip. "I want it to be something different... a cute one." 
"Well can we hurry up? It'll be New Year by the time you've finished posing!" 
"Ok...ok... one more... and now this time a big cheesy smile, because it's Christmas day, ok?" Mark looks over to me grinning as he raises his arm in front of us again setting his phone in the right position. "1...2...3..." As the photo is taken Mark places his lips onto my cheek causing my mouth to slightly open and my eyes to close. "Perfect..."}
Tears begin to flood down my cheeks thinking about our Christmas holiday we spent away together. Perfect. Now look at us... look what he's done... I wasn't good enough for him... and i never will be. Feeling the anger build in the pit of my stomach again it causes me to angrily throw the picture frame against the enormous mirror which sits above the fireplace. With a loud smash the pieces fall to the floor shooting off into all direction. Heavily i breath before falling to my knees uncontrollable. The photo falls under pieces of the mirror creasing it slightly on my half. Searching through the pile of broken mirror it slices my fingers along the way. Not that i care about the pain not what i'm feeling right now. Taking hold of the now frame less photograph i decide to tear it up just how Mark's done with our future. Once the photograph how turned into a pile of ripped squares i reach for a large piece of broken mirror. The blood from my fingers drip onto the photograph and my reflection shines in the mirror. Am i even alive? I know i'm painfully breathing, but i don't feel life... he's drained me. Studying my wrist i gently stroke the sharp end of the mirror against the visible veins in my wrist. Biting my lip pressing it further on my skin i abruptly pull it away dropping it beside me. I can't do it. "M....M...Ma...r...rk...." Panting heavier i look around the empty room seeing the blood stain. "O....O...oh....M....M....MAAARRRKKK!" Loudly i cry whilst crawling up in the middle of the room seeing the blood drip from my cut fingers. I feel crushed. Devastated. I can't do this any longer. I can't live my life like this.