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"Right hand, blue"

Sybil tried to suppress a giggle as Tom leant over to place his hand on the blue circle, giving her the perfect view of his backside.

Peering at her through his legs, a cheeky smile graced his lips, "find this amusing huh?" he asked, wiggling his backside at her which turned her giggle into a full blown cackle.

Meara rolled her eyes, "when you two have finished flirting" she said smiling, causing both her brother and her best friend to turn a bright red. How those two weren't together already she had no idea.

Tom cleared his throat, "just flick the spinner Meara".

"Sybil, your turn" Meara smiled in a sing-song voice.

"No. Nope. Nada. I'm not playing" she giggled, taking another sip of wine and giving Meara a matter-of-factly glare.

"Hey, if I have to make a fool of myself the least you can do is join me" teased Tom, giving her a wink.

Raising an eyebrow, Sybil shook her head and with a smile downed the rest of the glass of wine before slamming it down on the table and moving in the direction of the Twister mat.

"Left hand, yellow"

Sybil stood next to Tom putting her hand on the yellow and giving him a look that said 'challenge accepted'.

The thing was, Twister really wasn't built for the number of people who were actually playing and with Sybil being asked for "left foot green" it was only ever going to end in catastrophe. Her hand slipping she fell, taking Tom with her as he fell onto his back as she landed rather ungracefully on his stomach.

Sybil let out a gasp, "Oh my god, Tom are you alright? I'm so sorry!"

To her surprise Tom let out a deep chuckle, which soon turned into uncontrollable laughter which was rather infectious.

Wiping away his tears Tom picked himself up off the ground, before offering a hand out to help Sybil up.

"Milady?" he smiled, still giggling away.

A rather red faced Sybil took his proffered hand and he pulled her to her feet, before moving to the sofa.

"Perhaps it's safest if we stay off our feet aye?" he smiled, his hand closing around hers.

Sybil sat on the bed staring at the bouquet in her hands, mascara staining her cheeks.

"Still crying over that mick" Larry called from the ensuite, "Sybil, when are you going to wake up and join the real world?" he entered the room and moved towards her, cupping her face in his hands, "This is where you're meant to be, this is who you are meant to be with" he smiled, moving to press a kiss to her forehead but she moved away.

"Just because I have to be with you doesn't mean I'll ever love you" she spat, "Tom is a million times the man you are".

Larry's smile faded. Moving towards her in one swift movement he grabbed her by the hair, she let out a squeal of pain.

"Listen to me, you little bitch, you are lucky to have me as a husband. You think your little Irishman is so wonderful, I bet he didn't even love you. Who would ever love a weak, pathetic, spoilt little girl like you?" he roared, causing Sybil to cower in terror.

He dragged her by the hair to stand in front of the mirror, pulling her up.

"You are worthless. You don't deserve to be loved, to be respected. You are mine now and you will do as you are told" he growled, throwing her to the floor.

Storming out of the room he left Sybil to cry in a heap on the floor.

"I'm going to kill him" Tom fumed, pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair.

"Don't be so dramatic Tom" sighed Mary.

"So dramatic? SO DRAMATIC!? Your sister just married a bloody psychopath" he cried.

"And you think you're so much better for her?" challenged Robert.

Tom spun round to face him, fire burning in his eyes, "You're the one who did this, and you're the one that put her in this mess!" Tom yelled angrily, slamming his fist down on the table.

"How dare you talk to me in such…" Robert began, before being cut-off by Cora.

"For goodness sake Robert, Tom's right. Our poor baby is paying for your mess."

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