Disclaimer- Don't own it. A/N- If any of you are interested, I have a twitter account- MikiCarnivalKid ... If you follow you can put in requests for stories, I'll happily write for most things xxx Hope you enjoy this chapter... Remember to review if you have time xxx Ending it. None of them said anything, of course, but she could see it in their eyes. They knew. It was plain in the way they treated Stephen as well, he was readily being seen as scum. The weeks ticked by and nothing changed. She would drive to the college, concentrating on not letting herself swerve, wondering why the hell she was doing this. Her drive would be proceeded by her pacing in front of her car for five minutes, wringing her hands and having a silent argument. She would end it. She decided this every time, she would go over there and end it. So she did. Stephen would open the door for her and she'd walk through in front of him, in an obvious state of panic. "I can't do this Stephen, I just can't do it." She would freak out and he would move closer to her, arms raised to keep her calm. When he was close enough, she would fall into his arms and forget all about her plans to end it. The desperation turned into passion and they forgot all about everything else. The next day she would walk into the lecture theatre, feeling eyes bore through her skin. They all wondered if she had ended it. She would look down into Ally's eyes as Stephen walked in, they were filled with disappointment. It happened invariably the same and Helen began to hate it. She felt like they were all waiting for her, like you wait for someone to admit they're pregnant, or for your boss to give you a promotion. It had to happen, just when? It was so obvious and the wait was so annoying. She even began to feel the same way herself. In reality she didn't need to end it immediately at all. She was probably going to leave Nick so why not? She had to end it now, she saw no other way. The end of the lecture came as it always did, and Stephen handed her a disguised meeting point as he left. She started fingering the paper, knowing she had to stop, when a voice surprised her. "Don't go. If you see him you'll never end it. Just pack up your work, go home to your husband and remember why you're doing this!" Helen turned to look at her, eyes burning with annoyance at the audacity of t he girl. "What do you mean, Ally?" Ally took the paper from between Helen's fingers and ripped it up. "You're with Stephen because you don't think your husband loves you anymore. So go home to him- he barely ever sees you now, he'll want you more than ever! Remind yourself, remind him, why you got married." Helen said nothing, just turned and left. Though Helen did notice that she didn't even glance at Stephen, who was standing with friends nearby. Once again she was driving, nails biting into her skin as she fought to keep on the road. She didn't want to swerve, she didn't want to but it was a compulsion. A mania. A little voice in her mind screaming for her death. A little voice telling her to end it. She was scared. She didn't even know what she was scared of- leaving Stephen or going home to Nick? It felt to her as though this was one of the most important decisions of her life, yet he wouldn't even notice. But what if he did- notice? What if he knew, if he just sat around laughing about how ridiculous she was being. And it was ridiculous- she was sleeping with a student! She was cheating on her husband with a child! It was so stupid she was suddenly furious. She began yelling abuse at no one in particular, herself maybe, a desire to escape overwhelming her. Logic ended, words couldn't form in her mind, there was only solid noise. She screwed her eyes shut and not allowing herself to think, she jerked the steering wheel to the left. Helen Cutter screamed as she saw the trunk of a tree hurtling towards her.