Hey, Sorry it's been awhile normally I do this with Janine but we gone solo, sorry xx jodie

Chapter 5

"Here you are Ms Stratus" the driver said wakening up Trish.

"Thank you" Trish wiped her eyes not knowing she had been crying in her sleep. She gathered her stuff and headed into her house. As soon as the door shut she dropped her bags and immediately started to cry. She fell to the floor and just lay there for ages. "Why won't the pain go away?" Trish punched the wall next to her. She thought to herself and knew exactly what would make the pain go away, she picked up her keys that were next to her and went out the door. When she got in the car she turned the radio full blast blocking the rest of the world out. The song over and over by Nelly came on. Trish had heard it before so she knew the words and started to sing it. "Oh I thinks he's leaving, I don't know what else to do I can't go on not loving you…I keep picturing you w-with h-her and…it hurts…so bad" Trish couldn't listen to it anymore she turned the channel over

She pulled over in front of a liquor store and bought 2 bottles of Bacardi. She took them up to the counter and placed them down. "Mam I don't think you should drink these while you're upset…" the man behind the desk said with concern but Trish never said anything. " I.D please...You clearly don't look a day over 18" he smirked flirtiously with a wink. "Oh you want my I.D, I'll just get you it" Trish reached into her purse and pulled out her middle finger before grabbing her bags and returning to her car.

It was a lonely ride home as Trish knew that when she got home there would be no one waiting for her. She returned home, looking down at the bags in her hands. She gave it a second thought she wasn't much of a drinker, she didn't need to drink it. She lay the drinks down next to her staircase when the phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Hello sweetie, its mom, how was your flight home?"

"great" Trish lied
"well the family is having a little get together and was wondering if you and Chris would like to join us?" Trish couldn't say anything; she didn't know what or how to tell her family.

"Trishie he's the one, don't let him slip away because I've never seen you so happy… Trish are you there?"
"Y-yeah I am" trying to fight back tears so her mum wouldn't find out what really happened. She did let him slip away and she had never been happier than she was with Chris…Chris was…the one.

"Sweetie are you ok you sound like you're crying. What's wrong?"

"Nothing…hey I got to run the oven's on" Trish hung up quickly. She looked over at the alcohol she had bought earlier. Trish picked it up and stared at it for a minute before opening it

'Everywhere reminds me of Chris' Trish thought walking into her living room. Looking over at a picture of the two of them, Trish started to cry. Breathing really heavily, She took two sips of her drink whispering "wasn't I good enough for you?" the photo slipped out of her hand and smashed on the floor board beneath her cutting her feet, Trish gasped looking at her feet "see your still hurting me" she said still drinking. "And YOU missies are suppose to be my best friend but no you had to go behind myback!" Trish referring to the picture of Amy on top of her fire place, she picked it up and through it at the wall.
There was a card on the mantelpiece that said Happy Valentines Day on it, Trish picked it up reading what it said inside:
"To my sweet heart…Bullshit!...I have never felt this way towards anyone…bull bull bull". Trish wiped a tear away and continued "but now that I've found you my world has turned from black and white to color…I l-lo-ve you," she kept wiping the tears as they fell. "Why didn't you love me like you said you did" with that she ripped up the card.

Trish stumbled out of the room and headed towards the stairs, reaching the top she looked in the mirror, her eyes were red but yet black from her make up running. She stared at herself wondering what it was that he didn't like about her "you're ugly and…fat no wonder he didn't want you!.. You're a slut!" Trish punched the mirror in anger. She looked at her hands that were covered in blood. There was glass everywhere but Trish didn't care about walking on it, she had become so numb.

Trish was leaving a trail of blood behind her as she was making her way along the corridor with her drink in hand and a base ball bat in the other. Smashing all the pictures of her, Chris or Amy along the way.

She opened the door to her bathroom, looking in the mirror and she hated what she saw, she swung the bat at the mirror letting glass fall everywhere, including herself. She lay there she couldn't move the more she did the more glass that would dig into her flesh. Trish lay sobbing to herself.