Chapter Four

For what seemed like hours but was in reality only minutes, Justin sat on the bed, unable to take everything in. The piece of paper, taunting him with its mere presence, lay undisturbed and unread. She was gone. His eyes glanced around the room, resting on the opened wardrobe that contained only his clothing. Overcome with emotion, Justin curled up on the bed and wept. She was gone. He was alone.

"Justin? Justin? I've left him. I love you not him and I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. I should never have married Jake, I know that now. Let's go upstairs, I want you so much"

Feeling tired and spent, his face wet with tears, Justin wearily sat up, his eyes resting on the piece of paper. He felt sick. It was just a silly dream, a schoolboy fantasy that he had been stupid to ever believe in. He had been her dirty little secret, something she wanted to keep hidden away from everyone who knew them. Sliding across the bed, Justin reached over and grabbed the piece of paper, took a deep breath, and then unfolded it.

I'm sorry Justin

Just three words. No explanation, no nothing. The tears slowly began to roll down his reddened face once again.

"That was amazing. I wish I could lie in your arms forever. I love you so much Justin. I don't care what anyone says, we love each other and that's all that matters"

The sound of screaming coming from one of the neighbouring rooms jolted Justin awake. This place was hell on earth at the best of times, but without Becca it felt ten times worse. His eyes stung, and his head and heart felt heavy. Feeling tired, he dragged himself up from the bed and over to the bathroom for a shower.

The warm water splashed over his aching body as he absentmindedly washed himself. What should he do now? He couldn't go back, he had no idea where Becca was but he had assumed she had gone back, back to Jake and her cosy little life. Nicole could be persuaded to keep quiet, wouldn't want to upset Nancy by telling her about her sister's "sordid little fling" as Nicole had termed it. Mandy and Tony would also keep quiet he guessed. It would forever be a secret that only the five of them would ever know about and he would go back to just being plain old Justin again, the sad pathetic loser. With Becca he felt alive, a sense that he could do anything he wanted, as long as she was by his side. How could he have been so stupid?

Stepping out of the shower, Justin wrapped himself in a fluffy towel before heading out of the bathroom.

A black-coated figure stood in the middle of the room, their back to the bathroom door.

"Becca?"