2 days later…
Polly was back at home, it was her day off as well as Alex's and the girls were at nursery.
"Pol? You want a drink?" Alex called from the kitchen.
"Water please" she called back, smiling when he handed her a glass of water "that was quick"
"How you feeling?"
"Leave it Alex" she warned, she was in no mood for it; she knew he was worried, but he couldn't know what had happened.
"Alright, alright. Keep your hair on; anyone would think you'd taken something!" he said this without thinking, instantly regretting it "Polly, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it"
"Why'd you say it then? In case it escaped your notice, I didn't take those drugs voluntarily!"
"Polly…"
"No. Why should I have to listen to this?" he moved towards her warily but she backed away, glaring at him "Get out. Get out of my house!"
"Pol, please, just listen…"
"What are you still doing here? Didn't you hear me? Get out!"
Alex sighed; he didn't know what exactly had wound her up so much, but he quickly realised that it would be a good idea to leave her to it until she calmed down. Although she didn't often show it, Polly could have a fiery temper at times.
He heard something smash from downstairs and saw that she had smashed the mirror by punching it "Bloody hell Polly!"
"Get out, get out, get out!" she screamed at him; she felt dreadful but she didn't know how else to get her feelings out. Everything had been fine until Derek turned up. Why did he have to turn up and ruin everything?
As she hit the mirror again, it finally broke the wooden frame and fell to the floor. It was only when she heard the front door slam shut that she allowed herself to break down in tears; she didn't know if she could go through everything again.
Ignoring the sensible voice in her head telling her to go and sort her hand out, she instead grabbed the vase that was on the side table and threw it on the floor. She did the same over and over until you could barely see the wooden floor and her wrist was throbbing too much to continue.
She heard the front door click open and Dixie's voice calling her, then footsteps coming towards where she was huddled in the far corner, crying and shaking "Pol?" she said gently "What happened? Actually, never mind that, come on, come here" she coaxed, carefully leading her out of the room and upstairs into her bedroom.
"H-he's gonna hate me now. I ruined everything!" she cried.
"What happened? Did you have a row over something?"
"Y-yeah. He made some stupid comment about drugs and I just lost it"
Dixie sighed, she thought Alex would have had the common sense not to bring that up, even if he was joking "He should have known better than to bring that up..." she muttered
