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roll up a twenty-pound note and snort the lines in quick succession, feeling the effects almost immediately in my system. I wallow in the feeling, god how I rely on those two perfect lines every day after I do my job, before I come home to my fiancée .
    I swipe the last few speckles of dust and rub it into my gums, smiling as the numb feeling takes over me.
    I leave the bathroom feeling a sense of ease and contentment. I’m ready to face the world, but more importantly, Abbi.

Abigail
     
    Antonio woke me up ten minutes ago, to say he is on his way here with Leighton. It is gone three in the morning and I am so bloody tired I don’t know how to cope.
    I tie my silk gown around myself, check on my snoozing daughter and then go downstairs to put the kettle on. I am in desperate need of a cup of tea to face whatever the hell has gone on.
    I have only one idea of what would make Leighton behave this way and that is he knows about what happened between Phillip and me. How he does, I have no clue. Knowing Phillip he probably told Leighton himself, being the fucking slimy arsehole he is. If this is what is wrong with my fiancé, I don’t know how I am going to get myself out of this problem.
    I’m seated at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea in my hands, when Leighton walks in with Ant. He ignores me completely, walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water to drink. He downs the contents then finally looks at me, his eyes bloodshot and red. “I’m going to see my daughter,” he states with no emotion whatsoever, then turns and leaves the room. I can feel the tension already, my eyes are fighting their hardest not to spill over and cry.
    I know he knows, it is clear in the disgust ridden gaze of his eyes, the pain evident and ripping him apart.
    I feel Antonio’s arms around me in an instant. He comforts me, holding me tightly to him.
    “He knows, sweetheart, he knows. Just tell him the truth; I’m sure it will all be okay. Just ring me if you need me, yeah?” I nod into his hold, thankful for all the support he has ever given me. Even after knowing I’d fucked the man that nearly killed him, he is still here for me, wiping away my guilty tears.
    “Oh God, Ant, I’ve hurt him so bad. I don’t want to look at him and see the hate he holds for me, on his face.” I snuffle as a few tears let loose down my cheeks.
    “You have to talk to him, darling; Leighton is a very forgiving and understanding man. You two are strong; I know you’ll be okay. If you need anything you call me or Debbie and I’ll come to you, okay?” He turns me to face him, wiping the few tears away and kissing my forehead. “I’ll speak to you soon, Abigail, just stay strong. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
    Ant turns and leaves the kitchen. A few minutes later I hear the main door closing.
    I sit on the stool in the kitchen, twiddling nervously with my thumbs, my anxiety once again building. I desperately want to reach into the cupboard and pop a few of my pills, but I fight the urge, needing a clear head and mind to get through the impending argument we are bound to have very soon.
    After twenty minutes of sitting in silence, I hear his approaching footsteps on the marble tiles.
    Leighton once again ignores me, faffing around, making himself a coffee and cooking himself some toast. A good ten minutes pass before I build up the nerve to talk to him.
    “Leighton, baby, please stop ignoring me.” I see him flinch in front of me, his entire body stiffening at my endearing words.
    He empties his cup in the sink and drops it in there. He turns around, predatorily, slowly, his face now in view. The anger is clear on his tanned skin; the tiny hairs across the entire surface of my body are at attention. What is going to happen, I have no idea.
    He looks from my head to my feet, and then back up again. Then he scoffs. He looks at me as though I am a piece of shit on his shoe. Oh god, I have never felt as dirty as I do this second.
    “Baby? Baby? Are