CHAPTER 18

Mo didn't speak or move for a good while after. She just sat there and cried. Jac tried her best to support her but it started to bring back all sorts of memories for her...

"Jac?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this" Mo begged.

Jac didn't reply. She looked at Mo and sighed.

"Please Jac, no one can know about this!"

"Someone needs to know. The police? That man is vile and needs to be locked up!"

"Why does it bother you so much?!" Mo hissed.

Jac hesitated before speaking again.

"A few years ago, a patient, Alan Clooney, he tried to rape me. I never reported it. A couple months later he was murdered. I nearly got charged"

"Oh my god Jac. I'm sorry" was all Mo could think of to say.

"Please Mo, tell the police..."

Mo eventually agreed to tell the police. They arrested Owen instantly...

Jac arrived home that night and Oliver could instantly tell something was the matter.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked.

Jac didn't reply. She ran up the stairs to their room, sat on the bed and sobbed.

Oliver walked into the room and sat down next to her. He put her arm around her and tried to comfort her as best as possible.

"What's happened Jac?"

"I... I can't say" Jac cried.

Oliver nodded and carried on comforting her.

"Why don't you have an early night?" he said quietly. "Get some sleep"

"I have paperwork to do.."

"Jac..."

"Ok fine! Fine!" Jac shouted. "Oh god i'm sorry" she continued to cry.

"Hey, it's ok!"

Jac stopped crying and fell asleep about 10 minutes later. Oliver was desperate to find out what had happened that day. He'd barely ever seen her so fragile.

Jac went to work the next day and saw Mo. She took her to one side.

"What are you doing here?"

"My job" Mo replied bluntly.

Jac didn't speak. She just looked at Mo in her legendary ice queen stare.

"Don't look at me like that..."

"You should be at home Mo!"

"Why? What use am I moping about my house?"

"Mo, you were raped yesterday" Jac said slowly and quietly, almost whispering.

"Yes, I don't need reminding thank you." Mo replied as she picked up a pile of patient files.

"Go home, or I'll phone Jonny and tell him"

"You can't do that!"

"GO HOME!" Jac started to get assertive.

Mo finally gave in and made her way home.

The thought of Jonny knowing broke her heart. She knew how upset he would be.

Meanwhile bak at Eve's house, Jonny was home alone and was in a very fragile state.

He sat on his bed, sobbing, a sharp razor in his hand and blood seeping from his fresh wound. Jonny stood up and walked over to the mirror, he looked at himself in disgust before contemplating doing some more damage to himself.

That was of course until Hanssen knocked on the door..

Jonny froze. He had no idea what to do. Was he to tell Hanssen what he'd been doing to himself or keep it a secret and carry on getting worse..

Jonny rushed to the first aid box and wrapped his arm in a thick bandage.

"That should do" he thought as he wiped away his burning tears.

The rate of knocks on the front door increased. Jonny ran down the stairs and opened the door.

"Mr Hanssen" Jonny sounded surprised.

"Mr Maconie, I thought I'd pop round and see how you were getting on. Can I come in?"

"Erm, yeah sure" Jonny replied, worrying about how he was going to hide everything from his boss.

All was going well until Hanssen spotted an unhidden blade on Jonny's beside table.

Henrik calmly approached Jonny and held the blade in his hand

"Nurse Maconie, have you been self-harming?"

Jonny paused, staring at the blade, completely silent. He then quickly snatched the blade from out of Hanssen's hand and ran out of the front door. He carried on running until he was somewhere no one would find him.

Alone.