4:59pm
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Dave
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I slumped back by the door. Fuck. I messed up. I felt my fingers tugging through my hair, and heard feet on the landing. I closed my eyes and rested my head in my arms as Jools came downstairs. She's staying in the guest room.
I've done really well to get out of my depression, haven't I? Georgia, Jas, RoRo, Ellen, Mabs, Ed, Dec and Tom won't speak to me. Jools and Rollo are the only two who'll speak to me, and Rollo's only speaking to me because he's been in my situation, but he only kissed a girl who wasn't Jools. And I went the whole fucking way with her. Genius, Scarlotti, genius.
Yes, that is my surname. Scarlotti. I'm Masimo's half brother. Unfortunately. David Scarlotti.
Jools saw me by the door.
"Morning, babe." She leant down to snog me, smacking me with her nungas in the process. I pushed her away.
"We've done enough damage already, and thanks to that I'm probably never going to see my kids again. Bugger off." I spat. I don't want to dig myself into an even deeper hole.
"For God's sake, Dave! Stop being so bloody stressy! Just admit that Georgia doesn't want you like that anymore!" She yelled. "And I do." She added in a seductive tone.
"Fuck off." I murmured under my breath. She's a bitch, a whore and a slut. What did I see in her?
She heard. She 'hummph'ed and stomped off. "I'm having a shower!" She hollered downstairs before slamming the wet room door.
I pressed my back against the door, and a tear escaped from under my closed eyelid. How the fuck did I manage to mess up this badly? I've lost my laugh, my three kids, my friends, and most importantly, the girl of my dreams.
And it's all Jools' fault. She made the first move. Every time. Granted, I didn't stop her when I should have, but it's not completely my fault. It's only 12% my fault.
I choked back my tears when I heard a firm knock on the door.
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Robbie
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How fucking dare he. He slept with her best friend. How much of a low down trick is that?
Found myself knocking at his door, demanding entry. Dave said,
"I know you're going to beat the shit out of me, but before you do, a) will you write Georgia's name on this." He handed me an envelope and I wrote 'Ms Georgia Nicolson' on it in my twirly writing. "And b) how do you anything about what's happened?"
I can practically feel steam pouring out my ears.
"I'll tell you how I fucking know!" I screamed. "I've been sat with Georgia for the last hour and a half, and before that I was watching her try to kill herself! You're lucky the so-called 'woman of dreams' is alive, and you have no idea how terrifying it is watching your best friend try and stab themselves! I'll tell you how I fucking know!" I repeated. "Because I am the one, and the only one, who had his arm around her while she had a complete mental breakdown. Don't even fucking ask me how I know."
Dave's calm and composed mask broke from his face for a moment, spelling out a facial expression that said 'Shit'.
"Robbie, Robbie calm down!" He begged, his face crumpling like he was about to start crying.
"No, I won't calm down!" I retorted. "You and that slut have made Georgia so unhappy that she's tried to kill herself!"
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Dave
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"This slut has a name, Robbie." Jools said from the doorway.
"Jools!" Robbie said happily. He embraced her in a warm hug, before pushing her to the floor and kicking her.
"What the fuck?" I asked him. He didn't answer, but instead sent me to the floor, punched, kicked and spat at me. He slammed the door behind him.
"Jesus Christ." I said, and spat one of my teeth out. Bloody hell, that hurt. Jools came rushing over.
"Ohmigod, Dave, are you alright?" She asked.
"I'm fine... but what about you?" I asked worriedly. She has a bleeding back.
"I'm fine too... I fell on a plug socket."
Thank arsecakes for that.