Gary and Libby; Take Two

"Gary, get off." I writhe against him as im forced into the bedroom, but Garys insidious grip on my arm does not loosen. "Get off!" I wine once more, louder this time, adamant. This time, Gary concedes, launching me forward so i stagger to the bed, grumbling my distaste under my breath. He can be so rough. "Get on the bed." Garys electric green gaze pins me to the spot, and for a moment im confused. "Im not going to sleep-" "No Libby." Comes the growled response and Gary turns his back from me and begins to fiddle around in the wardrobe. "Youve already made that clear, so do as i god damn say and get on the bed." Swallowing hard, i do as he asks. I dont even try to ignore the pooling heat in my abdomen. Its only going to get worse. Gary still has his back to me, so i take it as an opportunity to unfasten a few of the buttons on my blouse, i go to kick off my heels when he stops me. "Shoes on." Gary spins to fac...

This chapter is a bit short, so sozzles, but i didnt want cram all the action for the next one into the end of this one... "You did well in there.." Gary half whispers as we make our way back across the car park after hours of sitting around a hospital bed waiting for nothing to happen. I smile weakly in response, almost to myself, but its all i have to offer. Gary shakes my hand in his. "Talk to me."  I dont reply.  "Libby, talk to me." "What do you want me to say Gary?" I continue to stare ahead as Gary stops dead in the middle of an uncommonly vacant hospital car park. Its dark now, and i can only see a few feet ahead, a few feet into the foreboding, mournful, darkness of midnight. Foreboding and mournful darkness like the darkness hollowing me inside. I want to cry, but im out of tears. I want to sleep, but my mind is not tired. I want to sleep as much as i want to wake up, wake up from this tormenting nightmare. Wake up in my own ...

"Lib.. Libby?.." Im lulled gently from my cocoon of comforting sleep. "Libby.." Reluctantly, my lids draw back to the unwelcome blade of sun slicing through the car window. I squint, confused. Oh. Yeah. "Lib.." Gary carries on, and im half aware hes helping me out of my seat belt. "Come on baby, we're here." I nod in answer, but dont move. I dont want to move. I dont want to ever have to move, because if i do, i know that i have to face up to the darkening reality which lies behind the cold, harsh and unwelcoming doors of Manchester Royal Infirmary. "Im scared." "I know baby, come on." Gary brings the back of my hand to his lips briefly in a comforting gesture before slipping out of the car. I watch in the rear-view mirror as he makes his way hurriedly round to my door and swings it open. I dont move. "Libby." Lowering my gaze, i begin to chip off flakes of the newly applied red nail varnish, flicking it d...