CHAPTER FORTY
Martha walked into the apartment and slammed the door shut as hard as she could. She then leaned against the door and took a deep breath; trying to calm herself down. But she couldn't. The tears continued to stream down her face. But she wasn't just upset anymore; she was angry.
"What's with the slamming of the doors?" Macca called as he walked out from the bedrooms. But as soon as he saw Martha, and realised that she was upset, he paused on the spot. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
Martha stormed across the room; flinging her hand bag on the ground. "I hate him," she yelled. "He's just like every other jerk on this friggin planet, and I hate him," she started to cry as she sat down on the couch.
Macca sat down next to her and took her hand. "Who are you talking about? What's going on?" he wanted to know.
"Jack," Martha stated. "He was with Megan last night. She told me everything," she cried.
Macca looked at her in shock. "You're kidding right?" he exclaimed.
"No Macca. Why would I kid about something like that," Martha snapped.
"I can't believe it," Macca shook his head in disbelief.
"How could he do that to me? We're having a baby," Martha sobbed. "I know that we're not together, but he said that he loved me, and that he wanted to be with me. He said that he'd never hurt me. It was all a lie," she continued.
"Hey, calm down. We don't want you having an attack again," Macca said to her as he rubbed her back.
"How am I supposed to look at him after knowing what he did with her?" Martha ignored Macca's plea for her to calm down.
"How did you find out?" Macca asked.
"I ran into her out the front of Jack's. She was bringing his jacket back. He left it at her place after they did god knows what," Martha started. "You should have seen how smug she was about it; rubbing it all in," she continued.
Macca sighed. "Did you talk to Jack about it?" he questioned.
Martha shook her head. "God no. I had to get out of there before I threw up in disgust," she told him as she wiped away her tears. "What am I going to do Macca? I can't take this anymore. I can't take seeing her anymore. She makes me so angry. And now she finally got what she wanted. What am I going to do?" she sobbed.
"I don't know bug," Macca said honestly. "I just can't believe that he's done this," he said.
"Let's go home," Martha shot out.
"What?" Macca looked at her; confused.
"Take me home. Get me away from this place. Let's go back to the farm," she told him.
"Martha," Macca shook his head in protest.
"We don't have to go by plane, we can drive there," Martha sniffed.
Macca pulled Martha into a hug. "I think you should just calm down a bit, and think things through before you go making any rash decisions," he insisted.
But Martha had made up her mind. She wanted to go back to the farm. She'd be happy there, and she'd have no problems. And the most important thing was that she'd feel closer to her mum and dad. Being back on the farm would be great.
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"I feel so much better now that I've had a shower," Jack said as he walked into the kitchen. "I felt like total crap when I first woke up".
"Me too," Kim exclaimed. "But it was worth it. Last night was great. I haven't had that much fun in ages," he laughed.
"Yeah, especially when Robbie started doing those impressions of Colleen," Jack laughed along with Kim. "Do you think he remembers doing it?" he asked.
"Probably not," Kim chuckled. "Oh, before I forget, Martha popped in this morning," he told Jack.
"You should have woken me up," Jack said.
"Yeah, but I thought you'd appreciate some more sleep. Besides, just after she left, Megan arrived," Kim explained.
"What did she want?" Jack asked.
Kim shrugged. "Wouldn't have a clue. But she did find your jacket out on the front lawn. You must have left it on the grass when we were still drinking out there earlier this morning," he told him.
"Mind if I come in?" an angry voice asked from the front door. Jack spun around to see who it was. It was Macca, and he didn't look very happy.
"Hey mate. Come in," Jack invited. "What's going on? You don't look very happy".
"How could you do that to her? I thought that you loved Martha," Macca snapped at him. "You promised me and you promised our father that you'd look after her, and you told us that you loved her," he kept on.
"I do love Martha," Jack insisted.
"Really," Macca scoffed. "Well you have a nasty way of showing it," he exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?" Jack was confused.
"I'm talking about you spending the night with that bimbo Megan last night," Macca growled at him.
"Wait a minute. What?" Jack spat out. Why on earth would Macca think that he slept with Megan?
"Don't act dumb. Megan explained it all to Martha this morning. She told Martha that you spent the night with her," Macca explained.
"I did not sleep with Megan," Jack protested his innocence.
"He's telling the truth mate," Kim finally entered the conversation. "Jack and I went to Rob's place last night for a few beers. We didn't get home until about three am this morning. You can even ring Robbie and Tasha; they'll tell you that we were there," he told Macca.
"But she had your jacket. She told Martha that you left it at her place because you were in a hurry to get home," Macca pointed out.
"Jack and I sat out on the front lawn and had a few more drinks when we got home. He left his jacket out there by accident. When Megan came here this morning; she found it out there and brought it in," Kim explained a little more.
"Then why the hell would she tell Martha that the two of you slept together?" Macca looked back at Jack.
"Because she's nasty and conniving; just like I always said," Jack sighed. "She doesn't want me and Martha to be together. She'll do anything to make sure that we stay apart".
"Well she's getting what she wants, isn't she?" Macca said. "Listen mate, you better get your butt over to the apartment and explain this all to Martha. She's devastated. She's so upset that she's asked me to take her back to the farm," he told Jack.
"What?" Jack yelled.
"She wants to go back to the farm, and if Martha wants to go, I'll take her," Macca said to him.
"You're not taking her anywhere," Jack ordered.
"That girl is bad for Martha's health. She's driving her crazy. And if taking her away from this place means that bug and her baby are safe and happy; I'll do it. If something isn't done soon about Megan, then I won't hesitate in taking Martha home with me," he threatened.
Jack just shook his head and picked up his car keys. He needed to get over to Martha's and explain that it was all a misunderstanding. If Martha went back with Macca to the farm, he honestly didn't know how he could cope.
And after he spoke with Martha, he'd be paying a visit to Megan. And it wouldn't be pretty.
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Martha was mopping the floor when she heard a knock at the door. She let out a loud groan; she hated getting interrupted when she was in the middle of something. She leant the mop up against the wall and made her way over to the door. She opened it, and came face to face with Jack. She couldn't help but laugh a little in his face. Did he actually have the nerve to come see her?
"Ah, no," she snapped at him, and slammed the door in his face.
She walked back into the kitchen and continued with the mopping. But a few moments later the door opened and Jack walked in.
"When someone slams a door in your face it usually means they want you to get lost," Martha glared at him.
"I'm not going anywhere until you listen to me," Jack said.
"Let me guess, you got a visit from Macca. God, that guy needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut," Martha laughed.
"Yeah, he just came round to my place and abused me," Jack started. "Oh, yeah, and he also said that you're going back to the farm. Hmmmm, I don't think so," he snapped.
"If I want to go back to the farm, I will," Martha spat out.
"Over my dead body," Jack exclaimed.
"That can be arranged," Martha stated.
"Why do you want to go back to the farm?" Jack asked her.
"Oh gee, I don't know Jack," Martha laughed sarcastically. "It might have something to do with you sleeping with that thing. So why did you do it? I wasn't giving you any sex, so you had to go elsewhere? Well I hope it was worth it," she yelled at him.
"I didn't touch her," Jack yelled back at her.
"Yeah right, pull the other one," Martha scoffed, as she vigorously continued to scrub the floor with the mop.
"What are you doing? Give me that, I'm trying to talk to you," Jack snatched the mop from her hands and threw it on the ground. "What is your problem? Why don't you believe me?" he yelled again.
"My problem is you and her," Martha looked up at him. It was only now that Jack noticed the tears in her eyes, and he suddenly felt bad about yelling at her.
"She told me straight to my face Jack. She told me that you spent the night with her. And of course there was me, standing there; controlling the urge to spew," Martha cried.
"I did not sleep with her. She lied," Jack said to her.
Maybe he's telling the truth, Martha thought.
"He's not lying bug," Macca said from the doorway. Martha swung around to face him. She wondered how long he had been standing there.
"I thought you might need some back up," Macca said to Jack.
"Thanks," Jack laughed.
"Megan lied to you. Jack was at Rob's place with Kim last night. They were there until about three am. If don't believe it; you can ring and ask them," Macca began.
"And as for her having my jacket, she found it on my front lawn this morning and picked it up. Kim and I sat out there and had a few more beers before we went to bed. I left my Jacket out there and she found it," Jack explained.
Martha just stood on the spot. She didn't know what to say. She'd jumped to conclusions yet again; she had never felt so embarrassed in her life. It was worse than the embarrassment she had felt the other week when she had flipped out at Jack. And now she'd just done it again.
"I'll leave you two to it," Macca smiled and walked back out the door.
Martha looked up at Jack, but then quickly looked away. Jack then placed his hand on her back and guided her over to the couch.
"I think it's time you and I had a little talk, don't you?" Jack suggested.
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