Fighting To Live

I look at him.

"I don't know where to start Marcus, but I guess the place to start is to tell you, sorry means nothing. You have said it so many times these past few weeks it has lost its meaning. You say sorry and you do it again. Okay, I accept a lot of it is down to what she has done, and that you were not in the right frame of mind."

"It hurt, seeing you with her on the sofa, then you defending her again, ignoring how I felt. And then seeing you and her in that room killed me, I felt like everything, all of it was planned. Like you knew she was with you that night on the sofa and that is why you defended her." He goes to speak, then realises and stops.

"But none of that hurt as much as you accusing me, the fact you thought I would be so sick to do that, to set you up to sleep with Lucy, that hurt more than everything. If that was me, I would never think you had sent them, I would think, who else would do this? You didn't, you saw my name, and you immediat