Zain walked away from her. He was so angry. She had admitted how unhappy she was and how she didn't love the man she was going to marry, but she still wouldn't leave him. He jogged up the stairs to his hotel room. He walked down the corridor and opened his door. He sat on the bed for a bit, his mind racing. He had wanted to help her but he couldn't stand back and watch her getting hurt, physically as well as mentally. It was easier to stop contact.
He now realised that his admiration for Samantha had now turned into a kind of infatuation. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind for days now. It hurt when he saw her with her fiance and it hurt when Jo had told him how he treated her badly. He wished he could wrap her up and keep her safe from everything painfull out there. But he knew that she would never give him her heart. He guessed that her relationship with Marc was based on lust rather than love. He knew that she found it hard to trust anyone, he wished that he could change her mind.
He wanted to release some of his anger and so changed into tracksuit bottoms and a short sleeved stripy shirt. He went down to the changing rooms and put a towel down onto the seat. He jumped onto a treadmill and started the machine. He had always loved to run. He always found his troubles melting away, it made him feel so relaxed. He jogged slowly at first but his mind was still buzzing. He went faster and felt his thoughts slowly melt away.
After twenty minutes we stopped running and went for a swim. He swam a good number of lengths before feeling tired and went to sit in the jacuzzi. The hot bubbles made him want to sleep but he felt hungry. He didn't want to go out to a restaurant and he wasn't terribly impressed with the hotel's own restaurant.
He returned to his room and led on the bed looking through the hotel guide to local restaurants. He found a Chinese menu that delivered for free. He picked up his phone and placed an order. He switched on the TV for the football match that was about to start when a knock on the door made him jump.
He opened the door to his Chinese food. He set the meal down on the table and turned the TV around so that he could watch the football for where he was. There was no fork so he had to battle with the complimentary chopsticks.
After he had eaten, he watched the rest of the first half of the football. He then began to run a bath. He stepped into the fragrant warmness and closed his eyes. He could hear the second half of the football starting. He heard a rapid knock at the door. He pulled himself out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He opened the door to find a sobbing Samantha standing there before him. She looked around her as if looking for anyone following before barging into his room and closing the door. She dropped the abg she was carrying to the floor and placed her arms around him, sobbing into his neck. He said nothing, just letting her cry.
When she calmed, he pulled her with him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He held her hand, watching her.
"Did you have a row?" She nodded.
"Did he hurt you?" She nodded again.
"Did he hit you?" She nodded again slowly, tears falling from her eyes again. He hugged her but he felt her wince. He let go, watching her cry.
"Will you show me?" She watched him, deciding whether to trust him or not. She then slowly began to undo the buttons of her shirt. She let the shirt fall from her shoulders and looked at the floor. She could feel Zain's eyes looking at her upcoming and existing bruises. He reached out his fingers and stroked the red swollen skin. He then stood up suddenly and disappeared into the bathroom. He reappeared with some towel and some liquid antiseptic.
"This will help!" He said. He poured some of the liquid onto the towel and gently touched her swollen skin. She winced and pulled away from him but he insisted that it would help.
"It will help with the bruising!" He insisted.
"Thank you." She said quietly.
"What was the row about?" He asked, helping her to put her shirt back on.
"About you!" She said simply.
"About me?" She nodded.
"When we were at the pub the other day, he saw you watching me but he went away that night and forgot about it. He came home this afternoon and I happened to mentioned your name and he remembered the other night."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realise!"
"Don't be silly. It wasn't your fault."
"It feels like it is!"
"Trust me, it isn't your fault!"
"You aren't gonna go back to him now are you?" He asked, desperately hoping that she had seen sense.
"I know that I can't be with him anymore, I can't be with him if he's gonna do this every time some bloke eyes me up!"
"I wasn't eyeing you up!" Zain lied.
"Marc said you were!" She smirked.
"Does the swelling feel better?" He asked, changing the subject. She nodded, pulling him into her arms.
"Thank you for being her for me!" She whispered. He hugged her back. There was a sudden knock on the door that made them both jump. The knocking sounded more like thumping. Zain looked through the spy hole in the door.
"It's Marc!" He whispered.
"I'm not here!" She said, looking scared. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. She could hear the men talking, she began to get scared when the shouting started. If he found her here, she didn't know what he'd do.
"It's ok he's gone!" Zain opened the door.
"Do you mind if i stay with you tonight?"
"Of course not."
"Thank you!"