Saving Lotte Sullivan | Collingwood/Carlton

76: The 29th. Part 1.

'Happy Birthday' Molly Carey said moodily, storming into the room and shoving a letter into Lotte's hand. The heavily pregnant woman looked up, confused. 'It's not my birthday, I was born in December' she stated, turning the envelope around between her fingers.

'Well that person seems to think it's your birthday. While you were asleep, he knocked on the door at least 30 times saying he needed to speak to you urgently, and he told me to say happy birthday to you. I don't know' Molly said, shrugging and taking her tight boots off.

Lotte struggled to sit up. She'd been sleeping throughout the weekends, set up on the couch under a blanket, unknowing that Trent was doing the same back in Melbourne, in her apartment where Tyler and Zac were residing. She had a bedroom full of her stuff, but that's the thing - it was full of her stuff. She desperately wanted to open up the boxes and go through the photos. To see his face again. To apologise for attacking him so abruptly on the phone.

'What did he look like?' She asked suspiciously, wondering who the hell would know where she was in Perth, besides Darcy, Grace and Brodie.

'I don't know. Very tall. European of some sort. Dark hair, I think he had a purple rugby shirt or something on. Didn't seem to have a lot running upstairs' Molly explained, walking away.

'Wait, but Mol-'

The girl was gone, back into her bedroom and straight onto the nightly phone call with her mother, who still lived in London. Lotte sighed and looked at the envelope.

Her name, Lotte Sullivan, was just inked in blue pen, that was all. No address, no anything. She nervously opened it up and pulled the letter out.

'Remember me? Of course you do, and if you don't, you will soon. The ballroom in Toorak. Trent's dickhead friend, as you referred to me'

She anxiously swallowed, straight away knowing who was responsible for this. Luke Cerra, finally coming to collect his revenge on her.

'The first place you messed up, was sneaking around with my best mate behind his loyal girl's back. The second? Then making out with me behind his back, in front of my twin sister'

'I know you're over here, I know you're expecting twins, and I know you're going to seriously regret it if you don't meet up with me on Thursday afternoon at the Gateway. I still have all the footage and information about your affair with Trent. I know Collingwood are playing keepings off with the media, but my club and I won't. And I will expose what exactly you did with Trent in the back of my car on the 29th, and what happened in his Tesla with Madeline Curnow-Emmett'

'See you in two days Sullivan,
Luke.'

She put her hand to her face, shocked to find out she'd started crying. It was such a legit threat. She didn't care if the world found out about her affair with Trent, she'd quickly be forgotten about in seconds. What she did with Trent in Luke Cerra's car? They'd both end up going to jail.

She quickly combed back through her memory, trying to remember all the exact actions of that night. How she could weasel her way out of it all. Before she was pregnant. Potentially THE night she fell pregnant.

Lotte climbed over the console of the car and awkwardly slid down into the right hand passenger seat, all the while trying her hardest to get dressed in the dark, the only light being emitted from the radio screen.

Trent sat there, one hand on the steering wheel, one against his face as he tried to think about something they could do together that wouldn't cause state-wide mania for her and Josh, and he and Amelia. It was too early to go home. He didn't want to leave her yet anyway. He knew he was feeling something about her. It was intense. It was exciting. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.