Poppy and Jazz’s lives sound perfect on paper. Jazz has a new baby and Poppy’s getting married. But their realities are very different.
Poppy must strive to keep her cool new job with crazy hours, while trying to keep Ryan happy. Before she knows it her wedding has got out of control, thanks to her mother, the runners at work are bullying her, her parents are in financial difficulty and she’s doubting everything and everyone she ever knew.
Meanwhile Jazz is struggling with motherhood, something a credit card won’t fix. Why won’t this baby give her a break? Will Jazz be able to cope before she loses it?
And will Poppy make it down the aisle? Will Ryan even be waiting?
Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone jumps in front of me and puts their arms round me. I don’t have time for my body to react as I lose my footing, dragging both of us down to the floor. My headphones get yanked out on the way down.
I gasp for air as my reality settles on me. Oh my God. I’m being attacked. I’m being raped.
I start whistling with all of my might and turn my rape alarm on, throwing it away from me. My God, it's SO loud!
WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP.
I close my eyes and continue to whistle. My heart is beating so hard I’m sure he can hear it. My attacker loosens their grip on me, but all I can do is lay there in shock, my eyes scrunched shut. If I don’t look at him I won't be able to identify him and then hopefully he won't have to kill me. I spit the whistle out of my mouth and start shouting.
‘HELP! RAPE! HELP! I’M BEING RAPED!’
I clench my body up in complete fright. My skin crawls from the thought of someone touching me. Please let Ryan save me. Please God, just let it be over quick.
‘You’re mental! Stop this!’ I hear from over the alarm.
I look up to see my attacker pull down his hood and begin to reveal his face.
‘No!’ I shout.
I don't want to see his face. If I see his face he’ll definitely kill me. He’ll know I’ll be able to identify him and won't waste any time in smashing my head in with a rock. I look around on the floor desperately for any kind of weapon. A big rock comes into focus. I scramble for it and smash him over the head with it.
He goes down like a sack of potatoes.
‘Fuck!’ he shouts, as he pulls the rest of the hood from his face.
Oh my God. It’s Richard! My brother Richard. What the fuck have I done?