TW - This chapter contains rape.

Chapter 3

It was a new day in the Emergency Department of Holby City. Dylan was still acting Clinical Lead and there was a surprise waiting for Rita as she was walking in to the department. Mark. It was her ex-husband. He must've just got out of prison and she certainly was not expecting him.

She walked over to him with a confused expression on her face.

"Mark what are you doing here?"

"I need to speak to you Rita."

"Well I need to get to work so whatever you have to say to me has to be important and quick."

"Is there any chance for us?"

Rita took a step and folded her arms. "Excuse me?"

"I'll take that as a no then."

"Of course, why did you even bother coming here, you knew the answer, we are over Mark. We were over when I found out you were lying to me. You disgust me and I never want to see you again."

Rita went to walk away but was stopped by Mark who had grabbed hold of her elbow. Dylan who was at reception having a little tiff with Louise had noticed the kerfuffle between the two and decided to make his way over to them. When Mark seen that Dylan was coming over he let go of Rita's elbow.

"Is this man bothering you Rita?" Dylan asked.

"No I'm fine Dylan. Mark just go home!" Rita replied and walked off to the staffroom.

"Rita!" Mark called out.

"You heard the lady go." Dylan started to square Mark up.

"And what if I don't?"

"You'll have me to deal with."

"She got you running after her, has she? Are you her little fancy man?"

Whack. Dylan punched Mark square in the nose and he fell to the floor.

"Now if you don't mind leaving my department that would be great."

"You're going to regret that." Mark whispered to himself before getting up and heading out of the ED.

Dylan made his way to the staff room where Rita was making herself a cup of coffee; Dylan could see that she had been crying. He would hug her but he's not one for hugs even if he does fancy her like mad.

"Are you okay Rita?" Dylan asked.

"I'm fine." Rita snapped; she turned to face him. "Sorry, thank you for helping me just then, I don't know what he was thinking when he came here."

"What exactly has he done though?"

"It doesn't matter." Rita answered.

"Right, well I won't pester you about it but what I do need to know is; will you be fine for working today because I can always give you the day off."

"No I'll be okay, I'm not going to let him stop me from doing my work but thank you for asking."

It was the end of Rita's shift, she didn't fancy going to the pub that night not after what had happened today, she'd rather have a relaxing bath and try to forget about the man who had wrecked her life.

She was walking home and she had nearly reached her house but was stopped by a man who pulled her by the arm and pushed her up against the wall. The hand gripped on her arm felt familiar. Mark.

"Mark what are you doing?" Rita asked with fear in her voice.

"So is that doctor your new boyfriend?"

"What?"

"Don't lie to me Rita."

"I don't know what you're on about."

"You know perfectly well what I'm on about and I'm going to make him pay."

"What are you going to do?" Rita cried out.

"I'm going to hurt his precious little sweetheart."

"There is nothing going on."

"I've already told you to not lie to me."

Rita tried to pull away but he had gripped his hands onto her arms so hard that she could barely move. He started to kiss her; a single tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn't move; she just froze. She couldn't even scream out for her help, he had her pinned up against the wall and made her feel small and grubby.

Once he had finished she fell down to the floor, he bent down and whispered in her ear:

"You deserved that you dirty slapper. Don't ever lie to me again otherwise it will be worse next time."

He stood up and spat on her, then walked away.