Players, Bumps and Cocktail Sausages (Silence #3)(21)

I shoved two plates in the microwave, ready to turn on when the Chinese arrived.



After our awful evening yesterday I’d arranged to drop Everleigh off at mum’s and for Oakley to pick her up from there. Me and Abby needed a weekend away, somewhere we could relax without the monotonous everyday life stuff. We hadn’t talked properly or had sex in three weeks, and I was starting to feel like the distance between us was unfixable.

I had to do something so I’d booked a Bed and Breakfast near the coast for Friday and Saturday night, and I was on my way to the school to surprise her.

She shared car rides with another teacher so I’d spoken to Louise about not waiting around for Abby after school was out.

Everything was planned, apart from her weekend bag. There was no way I was going to pack for her because my choices would just end up being wrong and/or inappropriate for public. We had time though. It was only three-thirty.

I’d learnt not to come until fifteen minutes after school was out as it was hectic before. I also didn’t like the young girls looking at me, and Abby didn’t like getting comments about her ‘hot’ husband. Ten years ago I would’ve been eating it up.

I walked through the front entrance and nodded to the girl still at reception. I knew her, so she waved me through, but I couldn’t remember her name, so I didn’t stop to make an idiot out of myself. Abby’s classroom was at the back of the school – about as far away as possible. Surely English was an important subject; it should be closer.

Strolling through the halls brought back so many memories of me and Abby in school. We were inseparable from the minute we got to together; that seemed like such a long time ago now. I’d give anything to get that back again. I wanted her to look at me like I was the only guy on earth again, and I hoped this weekend would help with that.

“Hello, Jasper,” Louise said as she stepped out of her classroom and closed the door.

“Hey, Louise.”

“On your way to pick her up?”

No, just here for the view! “Yeah.”

“I’ve been so excited for you all day. It’s been torture not telling her. She’s going to love a romantic weekend by the sea.”

“Yeah, I hope so. You didn’t tell her, right?”

“Course not. Anyway, I’d better go, I’ve got my own romantic weekend planned with a stack of marking!” She nodded her head towards her bulging, oversized leather bag.

“Sounds fun.”

“Doesn’t it,” she replied sarcastically and smiled. “Have a good weekend.”

“Thanks, try to relax too.”

“I will. Bye.”

I watched her disappear around the corner then made my way to the English block. Abby’s door was shut, and I tried to picture her face as I told her where we were going.

I pushed the door opened and immediately wished I hadn’t.





Chapter Nine


My stomach lurched. I stood there staring at my wife with her tongue down another man’s throat. I’d been suspicious of her for a while but even so, I couldn’t quite believe she’d do it. They hadn’t seen me yet. I wanted to scream at her and knock that bastard the fuck out, but I couldn’t move. I was stuck watching her cut my heart out and piss all over the life we’d planned.

She pulled away first and smiled at him the way she used to at me. Brett. Then, finally, she looked over and her face fell.

“Oh no,” she whispered, pushing the prick away. “Jasper…”

I held my hand up; there was no explanation for what she’d done.

“Look, man,” Brett said, and before he got any further, I launched myself forwards. Abby screamed for me to stop, but I couldn’t. I was panting.

Adrenaline mixed with fury and betrayal coursed through my veins. My heavily clenched fist collided with his jaw, and he stumbled backwards, falling over the desk he’d just had my wife leant against.

“Fuck you!” I spat at him and then looked at Abby. “You made me forgive you and trust you again. You promised you’d never hurt me like that, but your word means shit. Our marriage means shit. I’m filing for divorce. You stay the hell away from me and my family.”

Usually when she cried it made me feel like crap, but I didn’t care now – in that sense – she hadn’t changed at all. He was welcome to her.

I turned on my heel, ignoring her pleas for me to come back and talk about it, and stormed out of the school.

I got to my car, and it was only when I turned the key in the ignition that it hit me. She’d cheated again, and my marriage was over. Swallowing hard, I pulled out of the parking space and drove off, just in time for her to come running through the double doors.

My eyes were heavy, and I leant against the bar, propped up by my arm, downing yet another double JD – straight. My phone had been ringing non-stop until I blocked her number. Then it started ringing non-stop from my sister’s number. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I wanted to drink myself into oblivion.

Minutes, or hours, later – I could no longer tell which – Cole sat down beside me. My sister had sent her husband out searching for me.

“She a fucking bitch,” I slurred, holding my hand up to get the bartender’s attention.

“What happened? Oakley’s been going crazy trying to get hold of you. Abby called and told us to find you; she’s worried too.”