Well the 4 reviews and the PMS have told me to continue this story so I am going to! So here is the second chapter to the renamed story Falling to Pieces. I hope you all like it and remember to review!

Leah

Jack stumbled through the dark and cold street. He knew where he was going, his one friend who always understood what was happening.

He walked down the street, he knew it was late and didn't want to disturb her, but thankfully the lights were still on in the house meaning she hadn't departed to bed yet. Jack yet again paused before reaching out and knocking on the door.

Excited footsteps could be heard from inside, the door was quickly flung open. Ester stood in front of him wearing an elegant purple dress, her blonde hair tied up in a tight bun with a few pieces curled and hung at either side of her face. She wore bright rouge lipstick and lots of powder. Her smile was wide showing off her white teeth. It quickly fell though as it became apparent that it wasn't who she was waiting for.

Ester quickly smiled again but it was much too false and not as big as the one she had before.

"Oh Jack! What a surprise to see you at this time, what are you doing here?" She asked sneakily looking behind him to see if anyone was following close behind. Jack caught her looking and looked over his shoulder into the empty street, before turning back his eyebrow raised.

"Err maybe I should go. I've obviously come at a wrong time, I don't want to intrude," Jack said starting to turn round, but Ester caught his arm.

"Don't be silly Jack, come in," and she opened the door wide open for him, welcoming him into the house.

Jack hesitated before moving inside. He noticed Ester pause at the door looking down the street one last time before bowing her head and closing the door.

"Look Ester I don't want to ruin your night..." Jack began.

Ester shook her head. "Jack if you leave it means I will have to drink all this wine by myself," She smiled picking the bottle up of the table and beginning to open it.

"I'll be right back," She said putting the wine down and going into the kitchen. Jack sat down on the couch taking his hat off his head. He looked round at the candles waiting to be lit and the fire glowing in the corner. It was obvious she had plans tonight and had clearly been blown off. He looked behind him to see what Ester was up to. She pottered around in the kitchen, taking two wine glasses down from the cupboard.

He noticed the table all neatly set up with plates, cutlery, glasses and a candle in the middle. Jack saw her look out the window in the kitchen briefly before coming back into the living room. She smiled sweetly and began pouring a glass of wine before handing it to Jack. She then poured herself a glass and sat down next to him.

There was a silence between them both, while they awkwardly took sips from the glass.

"So what are you doing here? Though I could probably guess," Ester said putting her drink down on the table and leaning her arm on her crossed leg ready to hear what Jack had to say.

Jack looked at her before nodding slowly. "Well it would be fair to say me and Rose haven't really been getting along recently," He said downing the rest of the wine.

Ester was ready to pour him a new glass which he was glad to accept.

"You know I used to feel so free with her. Now I just feel trapped all the time, like nothing I say or do is right anymore. I feel like I'm treading on egg shells, I can't even have a conversation with her at the moment. We pick at each other all the time, over the stupidest things," Jack explained.

"So what did you fall out over this time?" Ester asked taking another sip of her wine.

Jack rubbed his hand over his forehead. "I don't even know that's how ridiculous it is."

Ester shook her head. "I'm trying to make sense of it all. What happened to you both? You guys had one of the best marriages I have ever known."

Jack shrugged. "Maybe that's what did it. We hadn't even known each other a month when we married, in fact we have only been married just over a year and we already have problems. I don't want to lose her, because I love her Ester I really do, but I look at her now and I wonder where the woman who I loved went to." He turned to face Ester who was looking at him with deep concerning eyes, taking in every word he said to her.

"I look at Rose sometimes and you know what I think? I think sometimes I could just kill her with my bare hands. How awful is that?" He choked.

Ester leant over and put a supportive arm over him, while he struggled not to cry. Ester was always there to comfort him through his times of hurt. Truth be told she used to be one of Rose's best friends; she had even been the bridesmaid at their wedding. However Jack ended up spending a lot of time with Ester when she used to come round looking for Rose, who would be out at the theatre.

One of the reasons their relationship seemed to grow apart. Ester was fed up of been blown off by Rose without been told. Of course they still spoke and now it was Ester and Jack who were the close friends.

Ester thought this to be a good time to get some comfort to. She leant her head on Jack's shoulder in despair. "I hate when you get upset like this Jack. You're a great man; there should be more men like you." She sighed.

Jack then took the time to look at her all dressed up and looking beautiful. He knew what had happened but he felt obliged to ask.

"Ester why the effort? What was happening tonight?"

Ester scoffed and sat up. "Isn't it obvious?" She asked.

Jack bowed his head shamefully wishing he hadn't said anything. Ester meanwhile gave a small smile.

"You know, some men can leave a woman hanging while he can do what he wants. A promise is a different definition, a plan can be discontinued without much explanation, and the concept of time is non-existent,"

Jack reached out gently and tucked the curl behind her ear. "I'm sorry Ester. You know you deserve a man who will treat you right. You're a wonderful person,"

Ester felt this warm tingly feeling inside and before she knew it she was leaning towards Jack, his face getting closer and closer. Jack paused for a moment unsure what to do he knew he should move away and go back home to Rose but something told him to stay.

Suddenly her lips were brushing his. Not much persuasion was needed as their lips latched together in a passionate embrace. Jack closed his eyes lost in the moment. Ester gently moved her arms round his neck, while he let his fall to her waist pulling her in closer.

All thoughts of Rose had been cruelly thrown from his head. He gently ran his hand up her thigh while she groaned. Suddenly he realised what he was doing, opening his eyes and seeing the wrong person he pulled away frantically and stood up.

"God damn it!" He exclaimed pacing up and down his hand pressed against his forehead. Ester too was shocked and felt guilt ridden at what had just happened.

She sat up and threw her hand over her mouth disgusted with herself before resting her head in her hands.

"I should go," Jack said softly.

"Jack..." but before Ester had chance to finish Jack was making his way to the door. Ester hurried after him. Jack flung the door open; a drunken man was stood on the doorstep swaying.

"Hey baby!" He drunkenly shouted to Ester. Jack pushed past him and made for the streets.

The man looked at Jack then at Ester confused. Before he had chance to say anything Ester was pushing him out of the doorway.

"Get out!" She shouted.

"Oh come on baby don't be like that give me a smooch," He said puckering up his lips. Ester slapped him hard across the face, before pushing him violently off her doorstep. He fell and tumbled onto the floor.

"Jerk!" She screeched and then slammed the door.

Jack meanwhile ran down the street, hoping to erase everything that just happened. How could he of kissed Ester? How could he have done that to Rose? Sure their relationship was bad at the moment but that was no excuse. She had always been faithful to him.

He took a moment to get his breath back. He rested his hand on the lamppost and leant over, suddenly feeling really ill. He gently sat down on the path looking like a vagrant and tried hard not to cry. He knew he could never tell Rose about this, their marriage would be over for sure.

He noticed two people staggering towards him. One was drunk and sobbing while the other one struggled to hold his friend up.

"How can this be happening? I can't lose her I love her so much," the drunk one sobbed.

"You're going to be ok, everything's going to be fine come on I lets get you back to my place," his friend soothed.

They both walked past him not giving him much notice, Jack watched them continue down the street until they were out of sight.

That's going to be me one day. He thought to himself in despair.

Jack sighed and picked himself up off the street and continued his journey home. When he reached his house, he again paused and thought about knocking but decided against it. He then noticed the door was unlocked and he gently slipped the latch, hoping to sneak inside.

He noticed the living room light was still on. Rose lay curled up on the sofa fast asleep. Her hair coming free of the ponytail and her cheeks pale but crusty with dried tears, she had cried herself to sleep again. Jack gently knelt down in front of her and stroked her cheek. He remembered when he used to do this and Rose would reach for his hand in her sleep and cuddle it gently. This time they remained firmly pressed against her chest.

"What went wrong Rose?" He whispered before removing his hand. He moved over to the storage cupboard and pulled out a blanket, laying it gently over her. He thought about kissing her but suddenly decided against it in case he woke her. Jack snapped the light off and departed to bed, hoping that tomorrow everything would magically be ok.

I hope you liked it. To be truthful it took me ages but I can see this been quite a successful story. So please review because you wanted me to make it into a story, so if you don't review I will just discontinue it, and I always carry out threats haha. You have been warned! :P

Leah xx