She is sleeping in your old room now. Her thoughts are that he won't get a crumb of comfort until he apologises to you. You know your dad, Clem. Hell ...will freeze over first." Oh yes, Jean. I know my dad. However, it means little to me. I lost Chrissie and she meant more to me than anyone else. Losing her was like losing everything." That's how it should be, Clem. I know it surprised everyone when I got married, I mean look at me? I make the back of a bus look good. I shouldn't have been. I don't need your help, thank you though. Now get out." No" What?" I'm not leaving until we resolve this." Resolve what? There is nothing to resolve. I decided I didn't need help any more, end of story." Why?" I just told you why." No you told me a lie, tell me the truth." That was not a lie." Why have you been hiding from me then?" Hiding? I wasn't the one, who went out of town, I'm sorry if I didn't wait around for you to come back, you have no control over my life. You're just my neighbor.". ‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…’ I thought repeatedly, ‘Don’t drown like the little bitch you are you stupid fucking cunt!’ [Note: I knew how to swim, but I was no Michael Phelps, and was absolutely convinced that I was going to die, no matter what I, nor anyone else, did.] In normal circumstances, I would not have been able to see the surface of the water, but given the fact that I was experiencing an adrenaline rush or something, I could see clearly. I looked down to see the same. He was letting her take it all in, to have these men drool and fight over her. She did not know how he did it. How he had gotten the two of them into such a lavish party. A black tie event for the rich and famous. And she was rubbing elbows with them, most of them wishing to rub something else with her. He looked away and she continued chatting with these men, her eyes always trailing back to him at the bar. They complimented her on her looks, on her dress. The dress he had bought.