Chapter Seventy Four
Martha held up a hand, stopping what had
rapidly become a slanging match, almost unidentifiable insults being traded at
a rate of knots.
“Will
you all stop? Bloody hell.”
She turned to her father, “I deserve to hear
whatever is going on from you.”
Carl had the decency to look both speechless
and embarrassed, “I...”
Lucy reached for her arm and Martha turned to
look at her Aunt, “what happened?”
Martha dreaded the answers, she already had some of her own ideas as to what happened, and it was making her feel sick.
Martha dreaded the answers, she already had some of her own ideas as to what happened, and it was making her feel sick.
Lucy sighed, “these two had an affair. Before
your mother died.”
Carl’s head dropped and even Stephanie had
that smirk swiped from her face. “My poor sister trusted these two more than
anything, and that’s how she was repaid.”
“It
wasn’t like that,” her father said.
Lucy shook her head and when Martha looked at
her she saw tears in her eyes, “she was pregnant. She needed your help to deal
with things, and you two were too busy screwing each other. And that breaks my
heart. She was a good woman...”
Martha was gasping, she’d imagined an affair,
but so close to her mother’s death, “did she know. Did she know when she died?”
The three adults stopped and all turned to
her. It was her father who spoke, “it was wrong Martha, I won’t deny that. But
there were extenuating circumstances.”
“DID
SHE KNOW?”
He nodded, “she found out the day she died.
But it was long over by then.”
She hung her head for a while, “what she
found out as she went into labour.”
He shook his head, “she hurt herself...that
started off the labour, it was early, twelve weeks too soon. There’s not a day
goes past when I don’t blame myself for her dying.”
“Her
and my brother.” She snarled, “you bastard. All these years you’ve lied to me.
Told me a tragic story, do you have any idea how sorry for you I’ve felt? All
these years wondering how you managed to get through the trauma of losing your
son and wife, the PITY I’ve felt for you.”
She looked at Lucy and gave a sad smile, “I’m
sorry Lucy, you’ve always hinted that things weren’t right, I should have
listened to you about a lot of things in my life. Instead I’ve always listened
to those two scheming bastards.”
Stephanie looked distraught, her father
devastated, but she couldn’t deal with that now. She was the avenged one here;
she was the one who’d had to live without her mother, virtually all her life.
With a shake of the head she marched upstairs then proceeded to empty cupboards
and drawers into the suitcases and bags that were stored under her bed. She had
no intention of returning to the house again.
Back in the kitchen her father was crying,
openly, as was Stephanie, they both looked up when they saw her laden.
“Don’t
go Martha, please.”
She shook her head, “you preach about
destructive relationships, you made Sonny out to be the lowest of the low. Yet
all the time you were harbouring this dirty scandal.” She shook her head, “the
irony is if you hadn’t decided that you wanted to rekindle the old love, then I
may never have known. You two, YOU are the selfish ones; YOU have rode
roughshod over everyone in your lives. YOU two are disgraceful. Do you hear
me?”
When neither answered, she stormed out.
She snuck into the pub, glad that the door to
the living quarters was just inside the door that let her get behind the bar.
It was heaving in there, but with her overnight bag only, the rest were in the
car, she snuck upstairs.
To find Sonny sat on the sofa, Ethan almost
asleep in his arms.
“He
woke up; don’t think he knew where he was.”
She sighed, “I shouldn’t have left him. It’s
pretty hectic down there.”
He nodded, “need to help Pam, though one of
the youngsters turned up after you left. We’ll cope.”
“I’ll
get him into bed. I’ve got his pj’s. We won’t put you out too long.”
Sonny stood up and walked towards her, “you
are welcome here as long as you want. You above everyone else. Ok?”
She nodded, “I don’t know what I’d have done
if you weren’t here.”
He grinned, “coped, like you always do. You
can deal with anything Martha, don’t forget that.”
Sighing she followed him to one of the
bedrooms, “think tonight has challenged that.”
Looking down at her he smiled awkwardly,
“I’ll be up when we close, if you need me...”
She smiled, “I’ll call.”
Ethan once in his pyjama’s and a comfy bed
fell asleep. So Martha made for the lounge, and whilst the TV played the second
Bridget Jones movie, she was unable to focus on it; in fact she was unable to
concentrate on anything. It was hell, a living purgatory.
She was sat there staring into space when
Sonny appeared in the doorway, “stragglers are just drinking up, I’ll lock then
be here. You want a drink?”
Her answer was a shrug, and he smiled, “I’ll
choose!”
True to his word he turned up fifteen minutes
later with a huge bag of kettle chips and a bottle of red wine. Tossing them
down on the coffee table, he disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with two
tumblers.
“I
have literally got the two beds and sofa they left here, I’m going to have to
start buying wine glasses, scatter cushions and rugs.” He laughed. “You’ll have
to help.”
Her response was a morose grunt; she wasn’t
in the mood to discuss soft furnishings, not when her world was crashing down
around her ears. Taking the hint he poured them a glass each then sat back and
watched her, waiting.
The film on TV had long since finished, and
they were watching a rerun of two and a half men, he quite liked the show
generally, but tonight it was merely background.
“I’m
worried about you.” He finally offered when he started on their second glass of
wine.
At last she looked up and met his eyes, “everything
was a lie.” She shook her head, “I’ve based my life on the words of a lying
man, and her.” Her tears were both
anger and frustration and she ducked her eyes from his, but it was too late, he’d
scooted along the sofa to pull her into her arms.
As she sobbed her heart out, he murmured
words into her ear, nothing of substance, but hopefully enough that she knew he
was there for her. Eventually the tears seemed to ease and he smiled, his lips
touching her hair.
“Getting
a sense of déjà vu here.”
Looking up at him she groaned, “I’m sorry. I’ve
ruined another t-shirt.” She pointed at the damp patch from her tears.
He shrugged, “I’ve had worse. And I’ll
survive. Some people will do anything to make me take my clothes off!”
It was a mistimed and probably inappropriate
joke, but she laughed regardless. Then in an almost hysterical way told him, “they
were having an affair years ago...it was why my mother died, she couldn’t cope
with it.”
Sonny grimaced, this was massive, even bigger
than he could ever imagine. All he could do was hold her hand and shake his head
in wonder.
“I
hate them Carter, I hate them for lying, I hate them for cheating me of my
mother and brother, and I hate them for thinking everything is ok now.”
Slowly she told him all that had happened,
Sonny fell between feeling stunned and extremely angry, he’d never felt so
aggrieved for someone else. And Martha didn’t deserve it.
He dived downstairs a little later to get
another bottle of wine. It was needed. By now they’d moved into the kitchen and
were sat opposite each other at the table there.
“So
what do you do now?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve spent all my life trying to get this
back.” She gestured around herself, but he knew what she meant, her family. She’d
lived in exile for years dreaming of being back with her father...and now that
she was it had all become a hideous mess.
“Stay
here. With me.” When she rolled her eyes he laughed, “I know you don’t love me
anymore, but I’m here for you.”
She blushed at that, dropped her head.
“You
told Michael, that we’d never be more than friends again, that you don’t love
me. I heard that.”
Sonny hated that he’d suddenly made this
about them, but it had been eating away at him for weeks.
“Was
that before or after you repeatedly screwed Jade?”
He groaned, “don’t throw that back at me
again, you TOLD me to date her, to get over you.”
She sighed, “yes I did.”
Standing he paced the room angrily, “why is
this always MY fault? You push me, then pull me. You tell me to move on, then
you stir things between me and Jade. I don’t understand what you want anymore,
YOU stopped loving me Martha.”
She shook her head, “let me remind you that
it was YOU that ended things, you that ran off without as much as a word. You
have NO idea how that feels.”
“I
was wrong, I allowed people to bully me into what they wanted and I lost sight
of what I wanted. What I still want.”
She laughed, “your bed is still warm from
Jade Carter, I’m no one’s second best.”
Turning towards her he scowled, “I’ve NEVER
said you were anything but the best, TOO good for me, that was always the
problem.”
She stood, “I’m not having this discussion,
not now, not when you’re so angry. Haven’t I been through enough tonight?”
He slammed the door, forcing her to stay in
the kitchen with him, “I’m sorry that this is coming out tonight of all nights,
call me a selfish bastard if it helps, but we have skipped around this for far
too long.”
Turning back to him she squared up to him, “this
is you all over, forcing things to suit you. Can’t you at least leave me to
wallow in my self pity?”
“Do
you love me?”
She reached for the door handle, but he was
wise to that, his hand covering hers, stopping it.
Once again she turned to him, “please.”
He shook his head, “you’re driving me insane,
I don’t know what you want from me, one minute you’re pushing me away, the next
you’re telling me I’m wrong. You LOVE hearing that I love you, that I can’t get
you out of my mind, then you have even more enjoyment pushing me away, hurting
me, telling people that you don’t love me. Did you ever?”
She snapped, “of course I loved you, it’s
obvious isn’t it? I DO love you, I probably always will, but that doesn’t
change things.”
“Why
not? Why can’t you stop denying this?”
Taking a deep breath she calmed herself this
was too much for one night, “Carter please.”
His lips were curled into a snarl, “don’t
walk away not now.”
Taking a deep breath she stared at him, “you
want the works, you want what you haven’t had, family, future...I can’t be that
for you. I can’t do that, ok?”
He shook his head, “what do you mean? YOU are
all I want.”
She gave a sad smile, “I can’t have any more
kids Carter. I can’t give you what you want. And you DO want that. I know you
do. So please don’t pretend otherwise.”
“But...”
he sighed, “YOU are what I want. You are who I dream about. You are who I see
in my future.”
She looked at his confused face, and reached
up to cup his cheek, “I will always love you, and you will say that you don’t
care about it, that it’s not a concern to you, but it is, and maybe not now,
but in weeks, months, years it will be. I can’t stand by and watch you not get
what you need, because if anyone wants and NEEDS a family, then it’s you. So
don’t say anything else, ok? Just let me go.”
Sonny was stunned, and he watched her rush
off to the bedroom where her son slept, unsure of anything anymore.
He didn’t sleep, and there was nothing more
destructive for Sonny than a night of insomnia. His anger threatened to boil
over, his frustration, at who he didn’t know. Carl and Stephanie for their
manipulation, Martha for not trusting him, not caring enough to be honest, or Scott
for being the only man who’d father a child with her. He’d not thought about
the future, he never thought past the day he was living, that was a legacy of
his disrupted and unstable childhood. But if he closed his eyes he saw himself
with her, with Martha. That was all.
He must have fallen asleep because his
bedroom was light when he opened his eyes. Then he could hear a pounding.
Coming around slowly he realised it was the front door. Staggering downstairs,
he reached for the door to see Carl stood there on the doorstep.
The older man looked dreadful, and so he should the voice in his head
reminded him.
“Carl.”
He wasn’t about to gush, to make things right
or easy for him.
“Can
I see her?”
He sighed, “I don’t think she wants to. She’s
not in a good place.”
Carl ran a hand over his eyes, “will you just
ask her? Please?”
Sonny, still half asleep gave a nod, “Ok.”
Climbing the stairs he cursed under his
breath, he wanted a little more sleep and then the chance to talk to Martha
without her father hovering around. Instead he’d been caught on the back foot.
“Martha?”
He tapped the closed bedroom door. “Your father’s here. I told him you didn’t
want to see him. Are you ok with that?”
No answer, so he tapped again. Still no
answer, so he pushed the door, relieved that it wasn’t locked. But then he
froze. The room was empty. Every piece of evidence that Martha had ever existed
was gone.
She’d run away.
I'm so disgusted by her father and Stephanie, and the use of "extenuating circumstances" just made me want to gag. I suspected an affair so my reaction was nowhere near as shocked as Martha's of course, but I still don't know how I'd react to news that would make me question pretty much my whole life.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I would love for Martha to run away and have a break I firstly don't think it's that easy, and secondly, I'm also concerned about how all of this affects Ethan. It's one thing for Martha to have a strained relationship with her family but it can be so much more influential on a kid.
Not sure what's going to happen but so eager to read more! Keep up the great work :D
xx alisonwonderland
Her father's behaviour is despicable, but then he hasn't had a chance to defend himself. Yet. And Martha needs distance and space to regroup, but Ethan is always her priority. Promise.
DeleteGlad that there's an element of the unknown going on.
MZxxx
Thanks for the quick double post, but then it's like a craving always wanting the next one ;-), happy to know u remm me yet. Though Martha pushed him, he should have stood his ground.Ok we will put like this, how will Sonny react, if Martha does the something I.e, going to another man. But there should be someway that they can have kids, else it really very sad.
ReplyDeleteThey're both battling huge changes here, his life is coming together, hers is falling apart. They both have to work out their own issues, don't they?
DeleteThe kids issue is huge for so many people, as medicine advances more is possible, but for lots there's no hope. But she has Ethan. :(
MZxxx
Kind of expected the affair, but poor Martha. The family she once had is now broken. I feel so disgusted! Honestly can't believe Carl would do that! I was extremely shocked when I read the end of this chapter. I didn't expect it, although i should have as Martha's run away plenty of times. Thanks for the quick update. I can't wait to continue reading.
ReplyDeleteThanks once again!
Samaira T
She needs some time to regroup. Not sure Sonny agrees though!
DeleteHopefully chapter in the am!
MZxxx