Same script, different cast

"You said you wouldn't and you fucking did!"

"But look at me, when I'm not at work I'm good in my dungerees and kicks, my hairs not glossy like hers and my legs are not even half the length of hers" my insecurities start to tumble out before I'm stopped by Marshall kissing me.

"Stop Annie, you knocked my socks off first time I laid eyes on you, you make me feel powerless and lucky, lucky that someone as smart, beautiful and kind could love me and look how I repay that" He swears and looks away from me, I feel the need to comfort him.

"Hannah may be beautiful to you on the outside Annie but inside that girl is ugly and mean, you are you inside and out, no masks or pretences" It makes all this a little harder to understand if he feels this way about her and it also tells me she thinks she has him over a barrel for some reason.

"You didn't call me!" he exclaims out of nowhere and I'm confused until he looks at me, his eyes are watery could just be the fact that we're fucking freezing though. "You always call when you get home from work, you never called that night, I was worried so I left the studio early but I felt off all day like something bad was going to happen and standing outside of the front door it was all dark inside and I knew, I knew that something bad had happened and I didn't wanna go in the house baby!"

He starts sobbing and I put my arm around him, resting my head on his shoulder "I thought if I stood outside that nothing bad would happen and then after I found you I felt guilty that I stood outside for so long when you were in there bleeding to death, it would have been my fault if you had died!"
He stops talking and I let him cry, I've never even thought about how that would have affected him, I was too busy I guess grieving for something I'd never thought I'd have, how cruel of life to give us a moments hope and then snatch it away from us.

The day Marshall asked me to be girl I'd turned him down and walked away from him crying my eyes out, He was persistent though and in the end I'd told him it was highly unlikely that I'd ever have any children of my own, polycystic ovaries had seen too that, to much scar tissue apparently, I'd waited for him to say thanks but no thanks and walk away but he didn't instead he just said he'd love me until the day that he died and that would make him more then happy.

I want to tell him what happened that day from my point of view and so I begin "I felt fine all that day at work, no nausea and loads of energy, I skipped around my office, when it was time to leave I had begun to feel a little bit ill, and by time I got home I knew it was serious, I was bleeding, I picked up my phone to call you but this pain shot through me, crippling me and the last thing I remember was my head hitting the floor hard an then waking up in the hospital."
That's all I remember about that day, I guess I'm the lucky one in that respect, glancing up at him I find him watching me carefully

"You were just laying there, blood all around you and you looked like a doll your skin was kinda see through and shiny, your lips were blue, I tried to wake you up but I couldn't, I couldn't feel a pulse baby" his tears flow faster now and it's hard to understand him when he begins speaking again

"I just sat there holding you and then you made a noise and my heart started beating again! I phoned the Emergency services and they came really quick. That bastard surgeon was a total prick to me, told me to pull my fucking self together it wasn't even a real baby is what he told me"

Poor Marshall while I was unconscious he had to deal with everything and even though he plays the hard man and he is in most respects but when it comes to his kids and me he's soft as shit really.

"I'm sorry Marsh and I'm sorry I never asked you if you were ok, I just assumed and I shouldn't have. I hope you can forgive me one day!"

He laughs again "That's the problem Annie, everyone just assumed I was ok and no one asked me if I was alright! Everyone just asked me about you!"
He stops talking and starts eating another pastry, I don't know if in this second if he's trying to make me feel guilty or if I'm thinking that because I'm on the defensive because I really do feel guilty about it but it stings that he didn't say he forgives me, looking back over the past few weeks he'd been quiet and seemed a little lost but he'd been strong for me letting me cry all over him and I really just assumed he'd coped with the whole ordeal better than me.

I sigh loudly I think we both need time to really deal with this properly. "Hannah showed up at the studio, she walked in just as I was about to take the vicodin and instead I fucked her, she came into me and she pretended to care about me asking how I was after what happened, I was lonely and heartbroken so that's how that happened, that was two weeks after you got out of the hospital, so it's been since then five weeks maybe"

my teeth begin chattering I'm so cold "Do you want to carry on with her?" I ask him fairly sure he'll say no, I realise now that he hasn't cheated maliciously or with any intent, he's just been fucking stupid.

"No of course not, I tried to end it last night but she said she'd tell you about me and her, I didn't want to cause you any more pain so I've been trying to work out how to get rid of her."

I have to tell him that she's playing him "I meet Hannah a week ago and told her I knew about the both of you!"

He looks at me in shock, "You knew! fuck Annie. Why the fuck didn't you say anything?" He sounds pissed at me and I don't blame him really.

"I've been trying to tell you all week but I didn't know how and I've known Hannah since we were little, we were best friends till she turned fifteen and then she got in with the popular cried and I was nothing more than a piece of Shit on her shoe. My whole life she's taken things from me and that's why I ended up here in Detroit, she must have seen the news and come here, I think she used you purposely to get at me"

I'm convinced she did exactly that, she saw an opportunity to hurt me and ran with that fucker.