Part 8

Falling back onto my bed I was more than happy to forget all about back at the club, try and erase the images that formed while they both sat at the bar. It was going to take a hell of a lot of scotch to get rid of this though – I lent against the head board, put the stereo on and unscrewed the cap. I know this isn't how I should deal but, I really had no other way. What use was it arguing this out with her? I mean she wasn't going to leave him – if she was going to do it she would have one of the many times he put his fist in her face. There was nothing that I could do. With a little time I'm hoping she'll come to her senses, though I don't want to think about this, I know that there is only so long I can keep this up.

I always dream of her coming to my door, her packed bags thrown over her shoulder, with a smile on her face telling me that she was all mine. Yeah I can dream – because I know that I'll never happen. If I did, I'd throw all our stuff in the back of my car and we'd start a new life, a life away from all of this shit. But this could never happen.

My stereo was so loud, that it filled me. The base beat in my chest and the melody did it's best to relax me. It's funny, the way things turn out. After my fucked up start it this world I had always vowed that I'd live my life right, live it the way that things should be. If I had a family I'd do things how they should be done – you know the whole picket fence, fluffy dog type thing. Yeah right, I'm fucking another mans wife wanting something I can't have – there goes the living my life right. It's not as easy as you think you know. Maybe I should feel guilty, but I don't – Eddie doesn't care about Catherine and I know that he's been with god knows how many other women. If he cared he'd love her how she should be loved, and treat her right. The way he treats her is no better than the way you'd treat a dog.

But who was I to say or do anything to fix this; I was only the woman who loved her


Moving slowly down the corridor I pushed the sunglasses that I had been wearing up so that they were rested on the top of my head – my hair falling freely. Due to the amount that I drank last night I looked like hell – my eyes were blood shot, my mouth still dry despite the water I'd been drinking and a dull pain that was throbbing in the back of my head running down into my neck. I finally got to the door and pushed it open – "hey"

"Sar…hey" Rich smiled as I walked in, he was looking more like his old self.

"Thought you'd want some company" I explained knowing that Bobby was at work.

"No idea how bad" he explained, "What you got in the bag?"

I took steps towards the bed that he was lay in, with the brown paper bag that I had clutched to my chest. "Well thought you'd want some real food" I explained with a smile.

"You thought right" he nodded and reached forward. I passed him the bag, and then gave him a hug before taking a seat on the chair next to the bed. "What you got in here?" he asked as he began pulling it out, Fries, cheese burgers, milkshake – chocolate, Magazines and a MP3 player of mine. "Sar, baby you're the best" he smirked. The happiest I've seen him.

"I know I am" I joked, "Don't let the nurses see I've brought that in" I tell him.

"No way are they getting this off me" he smirked, as he began to dive into the fries. He offered them to me but I refused.

"Sara refusing fries? What's up?"

"Bad night" I explained.

"Mm, so what…the blond a bad influence on you? Get you drunk and take advantage?" he asked threw the fries he'd put in his mouth.

"No, the blond, wasn't there last night" I explained leaning back.

"Ah, and there was the problem" he reached for the milkshake as he said this, "You must have it bad"

"Can we not talk about this?" I ask him, reaching over to the side table in his room and taking an apple. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now…"

"Cause I'm here?" I asked.

"Nope, because you brought real food" He smiled, "Doc said I'd be out off here soon"

"Sounds good"

"Yeah…"

"Well, you're stopping with me" I tell him.

"I'm what?" he sounded shocked and nearly choked on the bite of burger.

"Your not going home on your own – not till I say so" I explain, "You can stay at mine…"

"You got one bed room" he pointed out.

"It's not like we've never slept in the same bed. And if you feel that uncomfortable I got a sofa that pulls out into a bed" I tell him. "Come on, a week, you and me like the good old days. You scared the shit out of me so you owe me big." I explained.

"Same bed?"

"Just because you're in my bed don't mean that I'm going to sleep with you. You're not that irresistible" I tell him. He laughs.

"But Sar…"

"No…Rich, you were shot. Please let me look after you…"

He gave up arguing with me, and then he sat talking about all this crap. About Bobby's new girl, about the good old days but some how he'd managed to get back onto the subject of me and Catherine. "So what's different?"

"What?" I asked.

"With this one, whys she so special?"

"Why are you so interested with me and Cath?" I ask, overly curious as to the reason that he was so interested. Usually, he lets me be – just a few questions but it seems lately that any conversation that I have with him ends up been about her.

"Look, I'm in here – and all I can do is worry that your making a fool of yourself… you don't have me around to show you how to do it. How to get your girl…" He smiled, here he was, the player was giving me yet more tips on how to pick women up.

"I don't need your help…I'm doing pretty well on my own" I defended.

"Well you're not doing it right; if you were she'd have left her guy" He teased.

"I'm not doing this with you" I growled, I stand from the seat and walk over to the window.

"Why?"

"Because, she means too much to me to talk about her like she's just some fuck" I explained.
"Wow, sidles got this one bad" He joked throwing the empty fries' box at me. I just threw it back.

"Back off" I growled.

"Hey look, I'm just saying…" he held up his hand, "For you to be infatuated with her like this. I mean, she's got another guy right?" I just looked at him without a word, where the hell was he going with this. "Well does that mean that you can go with other people?"

"I don't want other people Rich" I tell him abruptly.

"But if you wanted."

"Well I don't" I growled, "I love her" I was getting pissed now.

"But she's with him, like every night…don't that bug you"

"Why are you doing this Rich? Putting her down, I love her, she's the only good thing I have going for me. So she's got a husband…no reason to end it."

"Okay, fine…look all I'm saying is that you must really love her to put up with all her shit"

"Yeah well I do" I shout.

"You know what when I was with that blond girl, you know from Frisco…you lectured me, for days and days about how she was in a 'Committed' relationship and so on…you are a hypocrite, you are doing the exact same thing…" He shifted in the bed leaning back and looking at me, I did stop for a minuet – and looked to the floor.

"It's different" I mumbled.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because…the blond had kids" I explain.

"So what, if Catherine had kids you'd back off…"

I sighed, "Yes…No…I don't know…"

Before he could say anything else my mobile rang, I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it before looking at the caller ID. "What?" I barked having been wound up by Rich I wasn't up for any of this.

"Hey baby, you okay…" It was Catherine.

"Oh hey" my voice softened, "Yeah I'm fine…" I tell her.

"You know you could be messing with my machines with that mobile on in here, I'll die"

"Your not going to die…." I shouted to him before turning my back and looking out the window, "sorry" I apologized

"Hey no problem" She spoke so softly it made me wonder where she was – "You with Rich…"

"Yeah…I am… he's fine, much better" I tell her.

"Tell him to get better"

"I will do. SO what are you doing?"

"Nothing much… just wanted to make sure we were okay after last night."

"Well why wouldn't we be?" I asked.

"You were serving us Sar, and he was been an ass" She explains as if I have forgotten. I just rested my head on the glass. I know he was been an ass.

"Look Cath, not a conversation you want to be having with me right now" Rich has already wound me up and hearing her retell the events of last night was the last thing that I needed.

"Sar…"

"I'm fine" I answered before she could ask that question – how are you? How the hell did she think that I was? I then took a breath and softened my voice, "really, I'm fine…"

"I'm not" Rich called, as he tried but failed in reaching the magazine on the side. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the window.

"We should talk"

"No I'm sick of talking…the next time I see you we do no talking" I tell her abruptly. Then I do the thing that I know I was going to get stick for of Rich, acted all soppy – "I miss you"

"I miss you to" She whispered.

"Where are you Hun?" I asked.

"At home" She explains.

"With…?"

"He's in the shower…" Catherine told me.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, as I run my hand nervously on my jeans. I lent into the wall.

"Yeah I…we…" then there was a break, a gap – just her breathing lightly.

"I…we…what?" I ask sensing something was off. "Cath, what's wrong with you…"

"Can I meet you?" She then asks after another round of silence.

"Yeah sure…where?" I asked, no way would I say no when she sounded like this.

"I don't know…brooks Coffee shop?" She offered softly.

"When?"

"Couple of hours…"

"I'll be there" I tell her.

"thanks"

"Are you sure you're okay…you don't need me to come over?" I did not like how this was going, she didn't sound like the Cath I know. "I can be there in five minuets if you…"

"No…no it's…fine…" She stops me, then she sighs, "Love you"

"Love you more" I sigh myself, "Just promise me your okay!"

"I…I will see you later Sar" With that she cut the call of. I slammed my phone shut and put it in my back pocket.

"Hey everything okay?" Rich asked.

"Yeah, fine…" I snap back.

"Sar…" he began but I cut him off.

"I don't need to hear it…nothing about her husband or her you got me" I shoot at him as I walk over and throw the magazine he'd wanted earlier.

"I was just going to say…I see how much you care for her, and I'm just pissing you off…what else am I good for" He reached out and took my hand, "She obviously gives a damn about you"

"You think?" I asked.

"Well, from what I can tell. You're a smart woman Sar…you wouldn't be in this if there was nothing there"

"Yeah" I mumbled.

All I could do right now was worry about Catherine, what had happened? Was it Eddie, please don't let him have hit her again. "Thanks…It means a lot to have someone on my side" I tell him.

"I'm always on your side, and by the way I don't mind if you want me to sleep with you" he joked.

"Next to me" I correct, "There's a difference"

"Hey once I'm in that bed you'll forget all about Catherine…" He winked. I rolled my eyes.


thanks alot for reading this guys, my muse has had a real boost on this fic lol. I'll update my others when i get more time. Thanks again! SV