Three Years On

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hey guys, so this one has another flashback in it. I still worry if the flashbacks are too much, but nobody's complained so.... I hope this explains the whole situation for you, I'd love to hear your thoughts - whether it's believable, whether that was what you expected, whether you think it was an absolutely rubbish plot twist. I want to know everything :D

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this one!

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     Michael woke up to the sound of Debby cursing. ‘Crap! Fuck!’ He didn’t really register what was going on, but when he did he could actually feel his eyes widen.

      ‘Oh god,’ he muttered, as Debby wrenched the covers up over her bare body.

     ‘Did we-?’ she asked, a horrified look on her face. He didn’t say anything, but just stared, searching for memories of the night before. He could remember her pleading with him, saying they were ready, and them fumbling drunkenly with their clothes. He very gently moved his head up and down, nodding.

     ‘No,’ she whispered. Then she raised her voice and yelled ‘No!’

     ‘Debby, I’m so sorry,’ Michael said, moving closer to her, to take her in his arms.

     ‘Don’t touch me!’ she shouted at him viciously. ‘You’re naked! Are you sure it really happened?’

     ‘I remember it,’ he confirmed. Or at least some of it, but it was probably easier just to say to her that he did.

     ‘I don’t. I must have been so drunk,’ she said, her voice shaking and her eyes filling with tears.

     ‘I’m so sorry Debby, this is all my fault. I should have never ordered the champagne, and then I kept on refilling your glass so you lost track of how much you’d drunk. So did I,’ he admitted, swallowing a lump in his throat. ‘We were both really drunk, then we came back here, and you said you were ready. I was too drunk to do the right thing.’

     She pressed her hand firmly to her mouth and a couple of tears leaked out. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he repeated.

     ‘It’s not your fault,’ she insisted, but he wasn’t sure if that was really how she felt.

     ‘Of course it’s my fault! Who else’s is it?’ he pointed out. ‘It’s definitely not yours.’

     ‘You’re right, it’s not mine,’ she agreed through clenched teeth. ‘But it’s not yours either. It’s Beth’s.’

     ‘What?’ he asked shocked. ‘What does Beth have to do with anything?’ He honestly had no idea what she was talking about.

     ‘It’s-‘ she hesitated. ‘I don’t want to explain. I want to get dressed.’ She jumped up and stormed off to the shower. Michael didn’t say a word, he didn’t move an inch. While she was gone he mechanically got dressed, not really sure what he was doing, then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to come back. He didn’t actually remember the sex properly, but he knew that it had happened. He was certain.

      Debby emerged from the bathroom a while later, still looking mad. ‘Debby, I’m so sorry,’ he said again.

     ‘Was it good at least?’ she asked, spitting the words out angrily.

     ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. For a long time they sat next to each other in silence, not saying a word. Eventually Debby reached for her phoned, dialled a number and put it to her ear.