Note : I'm not really sure how I feel about this but I'll post it anyway!
'We both know I could turn your perfect little world upside down, Carla... So why don't you quit ignoring me and everything will be just fine.'
His words repeat over and over in her head as she stares down at her bruised wrist. How could she get things so wrong? How does she always manage to fuck things up? She's leaning against the bath, tears streaming down her cheeks at the sight of her beautiful engagement ring. This was supposed to be it, her happily ever after.
'Carla? Baby, what's wrong?' He asks from the other side of the bathroom door.
'You should go, Nick. I'm no good for you.' She sobs.
'And where have I heard that before, ey? Come on, open the door. Whatever has happened we can talk about it.' He says but gets no reply.
'Okay, don't let me in but talk to me Carla... Please?' He asks.
'You're going to hate me.' She almost whispers, her fingers gently running over her wrist.
'I don't think I could ever hate you.' He says sitting on the floor with his back against the door. He glances around the room in front of him, there's an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table along with a smashed glass.
'I cheated on you.' She admits.
'W-What? When?' He asks, the shock clear in his voice.
'New Year... I-I went to the casino. I gambled, again. I didn't mean for it to happen. He just turned up and I don't know but it happened.' She replies using a bath towel to wipe her eyes.
'Why are you telling me this now? We're getting married, Carla.' He says.
'Because I don't want our marriage to be based on lies, fuck I don't even know if you'll want to marry me anymore... I just don't want to lie anymore, you deserve so much better.' She admits.
'So this guy, who was he? Did you know him?' He asks.
'I don't think you want to know.' She replies.
'I'll take that as a yes then. Do I know him?' He asks, tears filling his own eyes as he stays leaning against the door.
'It was Robert.' She replies.
'What? Robert Preston, my chef?' He asks causing her to sigh.
'Told you that you'd hate me.' She replies.
'Can you open this door please?' He asks. She slowly crawls across the floor reaching up to unlock it before making her way back to the bath. He makes his way into the bathroom and instantly gasps at his fiancée's appearance. Her eyes are red from crying, she's clutching her bruised wrist in her other hand and there's some pills scattered next to her.
'Please tell me you've not taken any of them.' He says instantly kneeling down beside her and scooping the pills into his hand.
'I've not... Not yet, anyway.' She replies quietly.
'Please tell me you weren't planning to kill yourself because you cheated on me?' He asks.
'Without you I have nothing... What's the point in life.' She replies quietly.
'I am not letting you do this... What's happened? What's this?' He asks taking her bruised wrist into his hand.
'Who did this to you?' He asks.
'Nick, I can't do this... Please just shout, throw something. Please just stop being so fucking nice to me.' She says tears streaming down her cheeks.
'Come here.' He whispers pulling her into his arms. She breaks down at the unexpected contact and instantly begins sobbing into his shirt.
'I'm so sorry.' She sobs and he nods his head.
'I know you are, darling.' He says resting his chin on her head.