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achievement as if he'd just caught a ball at a cricket match.
Mark rolled his eyes and stepped forward patting Daryl on the shoulder,
"Yeah...good luck with that mate." He sniggered to himself as he
walked towards Daryl's motorcycle.
I tried once more to pull away from his hold but he dug his fingers into my
skin mindful of where my scar was. It was easier to allow him to do this rather
than fight, I knew that if he'd contacted Mark so easily he'd obviously
contacted either Ethan or Mitch as well, and that I would have to face the fall
out when I arrived home. I groaned at the thought but this only confirmed that
my decision to find my own flat was the right thing to do.
    Daryl opened the door to the van, "Get in." He
said it with such authority that I didn't argue. I used what strength I had
left in my body to push myself up into the cab and instinctively placed my hand
on my tummy when I felt a slight pulling sensation.
"You've over fucking done it, this isn't like you Amy." Daryl berated
as he sat in the driver's seat.
I scoffed at his comment and folded my arms protectively, "Can you save
the lecture and just take me home."
"Save the lecture! You're still on medication and you've been drinking, don't
you think that's a little irresponsible?" he asked turning his whole body
towards me.
I liked Daryl he told it how it was and had only ever treated me with respect
over the years. I assessed his features, he was a good looking bloke with a
beard and long hair that he pulled back into a ponytail, not my thing but I'd
have fun shaving him. I sniggered at the thought which earnt me a strange look
from Daryl as he continued to assess me. He saw the best in people but he
didn't suffer fools gladly and shared many of Mitchell's characteristics, which
is probably why I liked him.
"I've had a rough couple of weeks, aren't I allowed to let my hair
down?" I asked although I didn't care for his response.
Daryl let out a long sigh and placed his hand on my forearm, "I know babe
but getting drunk isn't the answer."
I nodded my head slowly, I knew drinking wasn't the answer but it helped me forget.
Apart from Connor and Ethan, no one else was aware of the baby I'd lost and the
fact that I couldn't have any more children. They had been true to their word
and hadn't shared the information which I was grateful for but this is why
people from the outside looking in couldn't comprehend why I was still upset
regarding the incident at the club.
"I know, please just take me home." I leaned my head against the
window and sighed as the cold glass soothed my flushed face. Daryl started the
engine and slowly pulled away from the car park, the rumble of his Harley was
heard as Mark followed us home.
    "Amy, you're home babe." I opened one eye slowly
and glanced around the cab trying to remember where I was until I saw Daryl
wearing a huge grin. Before I had time to respond, the van door was pulled open
abruptly and I felt a person lean over my body to unfasten my seat belt. In my
confused state I managed to look over at Daryl to see him roll his eyes before I
was pulled from the van.
"Get off me!" I shouted swatting Ethan's arms, "I'm more than
capable of walking." Ethan ignored my cries and carried me towards the flat,
I could faintly hear Daryl's chuckles coming from the van and quickly realised
that the joke was on me. I allowed my body to go limp knowing that it would
make it harder for Ethan to carry me although it didn't seem to make any
difference in his pursuit to get me inside.
    He carried me up the stairs and into the flat, walking
straight through the living room and into my bedroom to place me directly onto
my bed. I lay still and kept my eyes closed to try and fool him into thinking I
was asleep, "That won't work on me Amy. We can either talk now or in the
morning but we will be having a discussion about your behaviour."
I groaned at his response and rolled onto my side. "Let's talk tomorrow,"
I said quietly. I lay still and could hear