Chapter 12
Jack was still smiling to himself when he realised that someone had now opened the door in the room, telling them they had to go to bed. He looked at his watch. 'It's only 10.30' he thought. But he still flicked with the remote, going onto the camera in the bedroom. At first, he couldn't take his eyes off Martha, sitting down on a mattress with her head in her hands, then he realised that he should look away, just for a while, as it seemed quite creepy to be watching them.
After 10 minutes, Jack returned his gaze to the screen, watching Callum, Christie, Martha and Jack lying in their beds, talking to one another.
"I'm really sorry Martha." Christie said, reaching over and touching her new friends arm. "I don't know what else to say." Martha turned over and smiled at her.
"Thanks." She mumbled.
"So, is this why you've been so quiet and miserable for the last month?" Callum asked. Martha turned to her left, where Callum was laid.
"Yes, although I wasn't talking about him, I was thinking about him. I really miss him, we weren't even together at the time."
"You make it sound like you had been together before."
"Yea, we had. About, a year and 3 months now. We split up because of a stupid argument, and then I got together with his work partner, Corey. I only did it to make Jack jealous, I regret it now, but at the time it got me through our break up. Anyway, Corey turned out to be a right freak, he moved from town to town, killing the jury members that sentenced his dad to prison-"
"Oh! I read about that." Ryan said. "Yea, using mercury to poison them, sending them wappy, and he then gave them a lethal dosage to kill them." Martha nodded.
"I was supposed to be moving away with him, but I found out just in the nick of time, and rang Jack, who came to my rescue. Corey tried to kill me, he had me in a headlock, slowly strangling me, and I couldn't get over it for months."
"Oh my gosh! How did you get over it?" Christie said with her hand on her neck, thinking about the strangling.
"Jack. He helped me through it."
"Wow, he sounds like a really nice guy" Christie smiled.
"Well, he is, most of the time." Christie, Callum, Ryan and Jack were all very involved now. Martha had been singing his praises for the last hour, and now, here she was, saying that the worlds perfect man had faults. "When I left Summer Bay, me and Jack had fallen out, due to my mistake of buying a gun." The three of them gasped. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to use it or anything, I was just still freaked out about Corey. Anyway, when he found out, and the gun went missing he got mad at me. I was very upset, and angry too, the one thing I wanted to do was get over Jack-"
"So you loved him then?" Christie asked. "Even though you'd broken up, and then fallen out?"
"Yea… quite stupid really, but I did. Anyway, my friend Claire offered me a place in the city, and at first I declined, part of me didn't want to leave him, but she managed to persuade me, so I eventually said yes. Jack and me still weren't talking, therefore I couldn't talk to him about leaving, even though I really wanted to. However, he obviously didn't want to, as he never asked me to stay or anything, he still continued to ignore me. He must have known, Summer Bay is a very close community, so word would have gone around fast that Alf's granddaughter was leaving. Anyway, I finally decided to swallow my pride, and talk to him about it. I sent him a text, asking him to meet up with me so we could talk, but he ignored it."
"He must be an idiot, who in their right mind would do that to such a wonderful woman as you?" Callum said, picking up her hand and holding it. Christie and Ryan looked at one another.
"Oh my god!" Christie mouthed out. Ryan nodded. Martha hadn't noticed the obvious fact that Callum fancied her and just thought he was being friendly, so she didn't let go from his hand. Jack had stood up by this point, unable to believe what he was seeing. He was fuming! He wanted to go in there and get Callum, but he couldn't. 'Calm down Jack' he thought, 'they're only being friendly.' He sat down, breathing in deeply, when it occurred to him what his second job was. Drugging Martha.
