Chapter 31

Robbie's POV

Leaving Yasmin stunned in the kitchen i flee to the direction of the hallway calling out Mark's name. "Mark? Mate are you ok?" A wash of panic fills my body, by not hearing his voice. "Mark?!" Thoughts enter my mind, as i run up the stairs, almost falling over myself once i slam open the bathroom door. It's empty. The only thing which can be seen is the over used amount of bubbles spilling over the edge of the bath. "Mark?! Where are you?" Squinting my eyes around the bathroom something catches my eye. Something i was dreading. Without giving it another seconds thought i dive my arms into the water, splashing half of it out onto the floor pretty much soaking my body. "MARK!" I yell reaching for the body which is laying under the water. Unconscious. Pulling his head from under the water his eyes remain closed and his breathing is inaudible. "MARK! MARK SPEAK TO ME??!" Loudly i shout whilst hitting him ontp the back with my palm. Shaking his lifeless body i hit even harder in the middle of his back, this time with my fist causing him to gasp for breath. "Mark!" Instantly Mark's eyes widen, as he chokes on the water which splutters out from his mouth. "Mark are you ok?!" I look into the pale skinned, frightened man's face. Throwing his face against my chest he wraps his arms tightly around me, before bursting into tears. "Hey... shush... Mark...i'm here..." The whole of Mark's body begins to tremble, as he has a complete break down. At the moment my mind is fuzzy... i've just seen Mark almost die...in my house...now he's pouring his heart out. This can't go on any longer... a decision for his future has to be made, and as a caring friend i'm willing to help him.
"I...I...I'm..s..s...so..sorry..." Crying in my arms he still remains naked in the bath looking frail.
Taking a deep breath still feeling scared to death seeing what i've just seen i tenderly stroke his damp back. "I..It's ok... everything's going to be ok... i promise you... i promise you, mate..." I sigh against his shoulder, squeezing my eyes together, i come to an important decision.

Walking downstairs with a head full of thoughts, i walk back into the kitchen to find a worried Yasmin sitting at the table. "How is he now...?"
Shrugging my shoulders i take an empty chair opposite her. "Asleep..."
"Can't believe he tried to drown himself... i've been such a bitch towards him... i've never seen anyone in such a breakdown state like that before... scared the living day lights out of me..." Bowing her head down in shame over her previous actions, she can't help but feel partly guilty.
"Yaz... listen... this isn't your fault, ok? Mark's thoughts took over and led him to take such drastic actions... thankfully he didn't do anything too drastic otherwise we could of been too late."
"I know... i know... i'd rather not think about that..."
"I've been thinking... well... i've actually been thinking of it ever since they broke up..."
"Go on..?" Lifting her head, it's almost like she can read my mind what i'm about to say.
Playing with my fingers i take a deep breath before speaking again. "...maybe sending him to a suicide rehab...? I mean... we can't do this... even if it is the pair of us. We can't watch over him 24/7... we've got a daughter to look out for and you're pregnant again... like right now i'm sitting here, and i'm worried about leaving Mark upstairs alone incase he does something to himself again..."

Not saying a word Yasmin glances down at her hands which rest on the table. Slightly she nods her head whilst biting her lip. "As much as i hate the thought of Mark going out of his mind being sent away...it's for the best...right? And we can visit him too?"
"Of course...it'll be up to Mark if he wants to see us... but we can book appointments to visit him... he's going to say it sounds like prison... but once he's in there then at least we have an ease of mind..."
"I guess so... and hopefully when the time is right, he can start to get his life back on track... he has this little one to care for..." Gently she smiles whilst stroking her stomach.
"Exactly babe..." Reaching for my coat i slide it onto my arms. For the first time since my affair, me and Yasmin have had a proper grown up conversation without yelling at one another. Her eyes lighten up, watching me put my coat on, before heading towards the front door.
"Where...where are you going? It's 20 to midnight...?"
"Going to see Gary."
Yasmin takes a few steps back, as her jaw drops slightly by my words. "G...Gary? As in...Gary Barlow...?" Nodding my head i reach for my mobile in my back pocket, ready to call for a taxi. "Are you mental?! I thought things were about to get back on track with..." Looking up the stairs she lowers her voice. "....Mark going to the rehab...? You can't cause more drama...especially not between the pair of them."
"Yaz...i'm not going to cause more drama...i'm just going for a chat with him...nothing else."
"Yeah, and we know what your chats are...involving fists."
"Honest... it wont be like that... i'm doing this for Mark... i care about his feelings almost as much as i care about yours... i know this is upsetting you seeing Gary upset... so if i tell him about sending Mark... for a quiet 'holiday' and hopefully he'll book a few days to see him..." After a few minutes of thinking Yasmin finally agrees. "Right...ok... but you have to promise me that there will be no fighting otherwise you're out...and i mean it..."
"I promise you..." Using the back of my hand i brush her cheek slightly.

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After paying the taxi driver my fare, i'm left standing outside Gary's house. Part of me is still after tearing his head off for beating Mark up, but after seeing Mark almost die earlier calms my thoughts down. Taking a deep breath i head towards his front door, where i notice that a shadow through the curtains is resting on the sofa. Clenching my teeth together i work up enough courage to knock on the front door. Within a few minutes, i hear the door chain slide onto the lock before the door slowly opens. "Hello...?" Gary peers his face around the crack of the door, almost instant he notices who i am, as he quickly tries to close the door which i wedge my foot in. "Rob...more your foot! Leave me alone!" Slamming the door against my foot a few times, i push my palms against the handle and glass.
"I'm not after any trouble... i just want to talk to you."
Sarcastically he laughs holding onto the handle with the chain which still remains left on. "Sure... i bet you've been dying to come over here after what i did to him... i only did that to show what he did to me inside." Biting my lip, already he makes my blood boil by referring to Mark just as a 'he' as if he doesn't know him.
"Listen... i just want to talk... there's somethings which me and Yasmin have been discussing... and we want you to be involved with...Mark needs you..."
"Right... he needs me. What exactly does he want me for? A quickie, eh?"
"Oh you're just asking for it now, aren't you?" Shaking my head i squeeze my fists together, getting even more annoyed by the second being in his presence.
"Thought you didn't want to involve your fists into this?" Still peering through the crack of the door, Gary glances down at my clenched fists. He's lucky that there's a door in the middle of us. "You can go back and tell your best mate that i do not... i repeat not want anything to do with that pathetic, lying, cheating, scumbag of a man... do you understand me? Or am i not speaking Eng-"
"He almost killed himself tonight!" Yelling loudly my breathing increases, and i feel my heart skip a beat or two. Gary's eyes widen at me by what i've just said, and a hint of sadness fills his face. "...He was taking a bath...and within 10 minutes... i found him under the water... that's why me and Yasmin have been talking... and we want you to know what we've decided...he can't do it without you..."