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Check Out Girl -- part 6
Their journey back to England was conducted mostly in silence, apart from a few superficial and fairly irrelevant conversations. After collecting their bags at the airport Liam and Maddison picked up his car to drive home.
"Maddi?" he started to speak as he pulled out of the car park.
She continued to gaze sullenly out of the window not bothering to look at him.
"What?" her eventual response was curt to the point of rudeness.
"Can we talk.... please?" his tone was almost begging.
Feeling the tears pricking the corners of her eyes she kept her face turned away from him. She felt guilty and hated herself over what had happened but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to talk to her boyfriend about it and get over the barrier it was creating between them.
"What about?" despite knowing exactly what he wanted to discuss she still asked the question.
"You know about what... what happened with... with Cristian."
"I've already told you I don't want to talk about it." flatly refusing his request she knew she was in the wrong, if they wanted to get over the issue, they needed to be completely honest with each other.
"Please..... we need...." she could hear his voice pleading with her and she almost relented.
"There's nothing to say." she took a deep breath and hardened her heart, "It's over and done with."
She was embarrassed but she knew she had to come to terms with what she had done before she could even think about talking to Liam. Initially she had done it for him but then, in the morning, it had happened again without any pre-empting from her boyfriend.
'She hadn't even fancied Cristian so why had she let him fuck her a second time?'
'Did it mean she was just a slut?'
'Did she really love Liam?'
'Could they ever get past this?'
Her mind was filled with so many questions that she couldn't answer for herself let alone talk to him about.
The two of them lapsed into silence, both wrapped up in their own thoughts as Liam drove them home and eventually dropped Maddison back at her parent's house.
"Maddison...." he tried one more time to talk to her.
"Bye Liam, I'll call you later" saying a brief goodbye she turned away without kissing him and got out of the car, leaving him with nothing to do but head straight home, alone.
Back in his apartment he unpacked his bags and put on the washing machine before making a coffee and slumping, disconsolately, onto the sofa.
'Why wouldn't she talk to him?
'
'Perhaps she didn't want to be with him now.'
He realised more than anything they needed to resolve the gulf that had opened up between them and talk about what had taken place on that final evening.
He had wanted to watch her with Cristian, he readily admitted that to himself and he knew he needed say that to her. But now he wished it had never occurred and that he could go back and stop it from ever happening.
The evening passed with him waiting for her to call or text but his phone remained silent and, eventually, feeling utterly miserable and alone he went to bed knowing he would not be able to sleep.
His mind was in a state of turmoil over what he had allowed to happen on their last night in Spain. A multitude of different feelings; jealousy, anger, guilt, lust, betrayal, and love, amongst a host of others, filling him.
He knew he loved Maddison but the confusion he felt over what had taken place, the way he had helped it to come about, and the way she had betrayed him with Cristian the next morning, left him emotionally devastated.
Sunday was little better and he deliberately avoided calling or texting his girlfriend hoping that by giving her a little space it might make her open up to him.
By that evening he still had heard nothing from her throughout the day, and missing her desperately, he finally succumbed and sent Maddi a message.
'Hi, hope you're recovered and rested. Fancy a drink tomorrow evening? Liam xxx'
Ten minutes later he got a rather abrupt reply.
'Can't tomorrow, work. Meet me Tuesday at 6 o'clock.'
Sighing he read her response, concluding that she still wasn't willing to talk to him, and sent back a simple confirmation. With nothing else to do he made himself something to eat before heading off to bed and another sleepless night.
It was impossible for him to settle at work on the Monday, his mind simply kept wandering back onto the subject of his girlfriend and what had taken place on their holiday. Frustrated he finally gave up just after four and, heading home straight from the office, he suffered a third restless night.
All the questions he had filling his brain yet again as he lay staring wretchedly up at his bedroom ceiling.
Tuesday was little better and Liam was outside the supermarket a half hour early, waiting to pick her up when she finished work.
"Where are we going?" Maddi asked brusquely as she slid into the car next to him.
He shrugged "The pub maybe."
"Fine."
At first things seemed to be a little lighter between them and as they sat chatting over a drink, he began to hope that Maddi had taken the last couple of days to relax and was now willing to talk.
"How are things at work?" Liam started tactfully.
"Not too bad really. That arsehole Henry is still smirking over the party but at least he's stopped making comments."
"That's good then."
Maddison nodded "Yeah, it makes life a little easier."
They both went quiet for a moment, the subject of the holiday on both of their minds.
However, as soon as he tried to bring the matter up with her, she went back to refusing to discuss it.
