AUTHOR'S NOTE- PLEASE READ

This chapter contains some serious adult material, which i wasn't too sure about including in the story but i decided that it would really add to the characters and that it would be worthwhile. If you are younger than 13, or don't want to read the 'bad' part, then i will leave a line to show where it starts and i have also written the chapter so you don't have to have read all of it, to understand the storyline. If anyone has any comments or questions, then PLEASE feel free to send me a message as i am a bit worried about how this will go go down!

Also, i REALLY don't wish to offend anyone if any of the following has ever happened to you, or someone you know, and if i do upset you then i am very sorry! And please also bear in mind that this is FICTION, and even though it includes Dan, none of this is remotely real.

So, before i bore you all, i'll finish and enjoy!

EMILY'S P.O.V.

"I'm sorry Mark, i really, really am. I didn't think that you would take it so badly, if i did then i would have stayed." I shout after Mark, running down the front steps, out back into the street. "It's not good enough Emily, saying sorry isn't going to suddenly make everything better." "I know, i...i just want you to forgive me." He stops walking, and i grab my chance, "Mark, honey. I love you so much, more than anything in this world and i would do anything to make it up to you." "Anything?" He asks, turning around, a small smirk appearing on his face. "Anything." I repeat, walking towards him. "Well then, i can think of something. Shall we go home?" He holds out his arm and i loop mine through it, as we walk to the waiting car and we get inside.

It's a quiet journey back to the house, i lean on his shoulder, my eyes closing as tiredness takes over. Once we get back home, Mark pops to his office quickly to check on a few things and i check my phone, having left it at home. Once again, i am greeted with enormous amounts of messages and notifications, but this time twice as many as before and i know this must be serious.

I find the photo that started it all straight away, the most trending hash-tag on twitter, #danandemilykissing, makes me feel dizzy with fear and nerves. I fall backwards onto the sofa, the room spinning beneath my feet as i try to get a grasp on what has happened. I force myself to take another look at the dreaded photo, the way me and and Dan are clearly kissing, yet in real life nothing like that happened at all.

Then it hits me, Mark.

I jump up and rush down the hallway, the sound of my shoes on the tiled floor, echoing around me. I barge into his office and to my horror, the photo is on his computer screen and he is sitting, staring at it. I pause, wondering what on earth i should do. Maybe even just run away, leave him alone.

"Mark?" I say gently, moving forwards a little, but he remains motionless. "Mark, please listen to me. I can explain this, there is a explanation to this. Please hear me out." I pause again, waiting for a reply but nothing happens, so i continue. "It looks like we were kissing, but i swear to you, Mark i swear on my life, that we didn't. It's just the bad camera angle and the dark lighting."

I wait in utter silence, not wanting to over talk and to let him calm down. But eventually i can't wait any longer and i move to face him, but he is expressionless. "Mark...please say something." He closes his eyes, and breathes out heavily and for a moment i think that it will be ok. I think that he will open his eyes and hug me and tell me that he forgives me and that he doesn't believe the photo.

But that doesn't happen, something else does.

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He jumps up, and leaps forward, grabbing my arms and moving back with such a brute force that he pins me up against the wall. "It's one thing to walk off from your own party without telling me, but it's another to cheat on me!" He screams, throwing his hand across my face and slapping me harder than i have ever been hit. I feel the burn of the impact, but none of that seems to matter as i watch as he gets madder and madder.

"I knew that he was bad news! I knew that you two weren't finished! I knew it!" Tears rush down my face, like never before. He punches me in the stomach, and kicks my legs. He keeps firm grasp of my wrists, as he hits me, giving me nowhere to hide and run away and no means of escape. "How dare you cheat on me! After all i have done for you! I cared for you, loved you, pampered you, treated you like a queen. And this is what i get in return! You make me sick!" He hammers down my ears, hitting me harder with each word. Destroying me.

After what seems like a lifetime of hell, he lets go of my arms, but i fall to the floor in weakness. He kicks me one last time and on his way out he turns and spits on me, storming out of the room, leaving me torn apart and feeling as though i will die.