Okay, this is my second chapter of this hope it is okay? Let me know please (:
Chapter two: BROKEN IN MORE WAYS THEN ONE...
The following morning, Martha woke up on her cream sofa; she was stretched out, her long legs reaching the end of the sofa. The encounter with John had surfaced all her issues once again, reminding her of her loneliness, how no one truly cared for her and her...Her problem. Martha had decided to use alcohol to blot out her memories... She had consumed far too much alcohol; a whole bottle of vodka was sat on the table side, the label of the bottle had 'Smirnoff' written on it. Martha rolled her eyes in disgust-of-herself, her head was pounding; she needed coffee desperately. Martha got up and paused looking in the glass mirror that was hung above the fire place.
"Look at the state I am in! I look awful," Martha spoke out loud, but no one was there but herself to hear. The reflection in the mirror was a drawn-pasty pale face, dark circles under her eyes that looked bruised. Her hair was wild; all over the place, it was evident it needed taming with a comb. Martha's mascara was in black thick streams on her elegant cheekbones; tears had fallen from her hazel orbs last night, this had caused the mascara to bleed onto the surface of her skin. She lifted her hand to try and remove the dark black lines featured on her face, this did not work and she decided to enter her dark gloomy kitchen to make coffee.
Martha arrived to work earlier then usual, the time on Martha's watch read '6:10'. Martha yawned she had slept rough as it was, she really did not want to be sat at her desk at this godly hour; but she could no longer take being wondering around her flat. Martha approached her desk, slumped when taking a seat; and then she pulled out a few files from her desk draw. Martha held a cup of coffee in her hand; it was placed in her favourite mug. She slowly sipped from the cup and she read through a file. Thoughts flooded into Martha's mind as she read the words written within the report. Martha could not bear reading it any longer: her heart rate began to increase, her head fell in her hands and she dropped the coffee mug onto the floor. The coffee mug shattered into thousands of tiny fragments on the hard black floor, the hot black liquid pooled over the floor. Her tears began to spill upon her cheeks. She succumb the need to sink onto the floor... The tears kept falling; hard and heavy.
Martha was falling apart; the cracks were beginning to show, she could not hide it for much longer. Martha looked upon the fractured coffee mug; she screamed and curled up into a ball. A soothing hand placed onto her back. Martha's back became rigid and not entirely sure who was making contact; touching her back...Her head flicked back, a warm smile greeted her and the words.
"Martha, oh Jesus what is wrong?" Tessa found herself stumbling for words, finding her boss in such a horrendous state. Martha did not respond to Tessa, she decided to try and stand, retaking her seat at the desk. Her hands lifted to wipe away her tears and the lack smudges lying on her cheeks.
Martha finally had the courage to speak "I am sorry, everything has just gotten to me. I am really tired! " She hesitantly whispered. Martha was lying clearly; she was not fine. Tessa's eyes rolled at Martha's response, it was clear towards Tessa that Martha did not really want to talk about what was troubling her. Tessa decided to change the subject, so there was no awkward atmosphere between them.
"I am going to clear this mess up Martha; you relax for a while, perhaps sleep on that couch?" Tessa spoke, pointing to the black leather three-seater sofa that in habited in Martha's office. Martha nodded in agreeing with what Tessa had just said and moved over to the sofa, laying down to rest; shutting her eyes tight. Tessa decided to place a coat over Martha, to keep her warm.
Martha awoke when the clock was approaching near 9 o'clock; everyone in the Identity unit had been keeping themselves busy with paper work for the last half an hour. Martha's eyes began to scan around her office. The office blinds had been drawn, Martha presumed it was so no one could see into her office; she herself had not drawn them. 'Must have been Tess...' she thought. Martha stretched and sat up; her mind wondered if John was in work. She stood up moving to the door, the whole room seemed to have an icy atmosphere three pairs of eyes met Martha's icily cold gaze.
"Is John here?" Martha stated loudly, allowing the whole room to fill with her voice.
Anthony decided he would be the one to answer Martha's question" No John is not here yet, isn't a little earlier for him to be in any way?" Anthony usual snide was in place in him replying to Martha.
"Shut it DS Anthony Wareing! There is no need to talk about one of your colleagues in that manner; he is a valuable asset to the team that is what John..."
Short one for chapter two, hope you all enjoy... R&R
