Hellloo! Well here is yet another chapter, decided to update, reviews are lacking these days maybe I'm loosing my touch…
She stood in the bathroom for what had felt like hours, staring at her reflection. No matter how hard she'd tried she couldn't get him out of her mind, but saying that, had she ever? She tightened her grip on the sink below, simply to keep her self from collapsing onto the floor. She looked a mess. Panda eyes from her mascara, her face red and blotchy. Why had she let the man she secretly loved for a decade finally admit his feelings for her to watch him walk away? She ran her hands through her hair, whilst mentally kicking herself.
Don't get emotionally involved? Her head was telling her she did the right thing, whilst her heart begged to differ. Truth be told, how could she not get emotionally involved? Besides his obvious good looks, there was so much to love: The way he would act differently around her, but not in a bad way yet in a more comfortable trusting manner. How much he cared for her, how he protected her. But most of all, how he made her feel like she was the single most important and special person walking the earth, and how would run to the ends of the earth just to make her happy. At the thought of this, the tears once more began to fall from her eyes, She slid down the wall until she was on the floor; she shut her eyes wishing that, this had never happened.
How could one women, turn his life upside down. Who could make him the happiest guy alive and the saddest. Admittedly after eight years of separation Martin wasn't expecting Ruthie to run into his arms and live happily ever after, to be perfectly honest he wasn't expecting himself to declare his love to her after three days, but he thought maybe, just maybe she would be willing to give it a try.
It had been little over an hour since Martin had made his dramatic exit out of the Camden house, since he gave up on any idea of a relationship between Ruthie and himself.
Like most men, rejection took the toll on his ego; he needed to go lick his wounds, his chosen location- a bar.
He set the money on the bar counter for his sixth pint of beer. The bartender, who happened to be an extremely attractive blonde, noticed the pace he was drinking at, and how very soon he would have had a little 'too much' to drink. She took the money and replaced it with Martin's beverage. Working where she did, she could tell by his facial expression what was on his mind, like so many other men drowning their sorrows it was A woman. "Been rejected, huh?" Martin's eyes changed their focus from the cold pint in front of him to the blonde, before returning back to the glass.
"How'd ya guess?" He replied in a monotone and emotionless voice.
"Ahh you pick up on these things, part of the job." Martin lightly nodded. "Care to share, a problem shared is a problem halved." Martin, who could now feel the effects of the alcohol told the blonde everything. She was shocked at what she was hearing, she was just expecting the same story as any other guy- 'there's someone else'. "Wow. That's err quite some story you got there."
"Uh huh. What am I going to do?"
"Honestly?... Nothing." Martin just looked at her confused and also saddened by her words.
"Nothing? So I just doom myself to a life's worth of misery and loneliness?"
"No not at all. You've done all you can, its up to her. If you were meant to be, she'll come to her senses."
"And what if we're not meant to be?"
"Trust me, from what you've just told me I don't think you'll have to worry about the 'what if'… Your story would really make a good film…"
"Err thanks, I think."
"Go on go home, you'll never know what might happen."
"What if I don't want to go, what if I want another beer."
"One- You've had enough. And Two- if you don't go I'll make you go." She said smiling at him.
"Okay, okay" Martin got up off his stool and straightened out his shirt "Thanks…"
"Beth."
"Thanks, Beth."
"Don't worry about it" he grabbed his jacket and keys and made an exit. He looked at his watch 12:00 am. He began to head home, maybe this whole situation will seem clearer in the morning.
None of the Camden's had seen Ruthie since Martin stormed out earlier that evening. They had all agreed to give her some space, as Martins exit was an indicator that things didn't go well. But it had been hours since they had seen the youngest female Camden so Lucy took it upon herself to see what the matter was.
Lucy lightly knocked at Ruthie's door, she heard no response. She quietly turned the door handle, just in case she was asleep. As she entered her room there was no Ruthie in sight.
"Ruthie?" She walked towards the bathroom that connected to her room to see her huddled up in a ball fast asleep. She softly nudged her sibling "Ruthie, Ruthie." Ruthie stirred before lifting her tear stained face up. She let out a small groan as she stretched as rubbed her eyes. "What's the matter?" she asked concerned "What happened with you and Martin earlier? And why were you asleep on the bathroom floor?"
Ruthie could feel her eyes welling up again, before she knew it she was fiercely crying. Lucy opened up her arms to comfort her younger sister. She felt like the vulnerable teenager she once was, the same one who would cry herself to sleep every night over Vincent, Jack or Martin.
"I...I…lost…him" she said in between sobs. "I've…lost...h-him Luce… I've lost him"
lalalala hello. So that was another chapter, it had no real substance but you all wanted an update and I've managed to fit in a short one for you whilst I'm doing some citizenship presentation. I have a reasonable idea of how this is all going to plan out I just don't know how to word it, so bare with Me. I know my fics such as 'middle man' and 'Whatever it takes' haven't been updated in like FOREVER but have no fear I have many word documents up with ideas. Anyway enough with the chatter. Read and review pleaseeee. I'll try and update soon, I break up for vacation on the 20th so expect many updates in the summer!!!