*****Chapter 4*****

Sweet Guy

God I was kicking myself. Of course I recognised him once he had told me his full name and the band he was in. My little sister is obsessed with a1 and she has posters covering every square inch of her bedroom.

I groaned quietly to myself. Why hadn’t I realised before and then I might have stopped myself falling for him. I didn’t stand a chance, he was really gorgeous and I didn’t stand a chance with a famous pop star. Mark could probably have just about anyone he wanted.

"Now you’re feeling a bit better, do you want to go to the police?" Mark said. "I’ll come with you to hold your hand."

"No I don’t want to go. I didn’t really see what he looked like either so there’s not much chance of the police catching him," I said shuddering at the thought of my attacker.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep really sure."

"So where abouts do you live then?" Mark asked.

"Down Kensington," I replied.

"Right well I’ll walk home with you when we’ve finished," he offered sweetly.

"That’s really sweet, won’t you get recognised on the Underground though?" I asked.

"Yeah but I’ll brave it," he said.

I was just reaching for my cup of tea when I remembered something awful. I remembered that Beth wasn’t home and I’d have to stay there all by myself. My hands started to shake quite violently and Mark noticed straight away.

"Jo what’s the matter?" he asked covering my hands with his own.

"My flat mate has gone away to see her mum," I said. "I don’t want to be alone tonight, I’m frightened," I admitted as tears began to slide down my cheeks.

"Ah don’t cry. You can come and stay with me tonight. We’re staying in a hotel just round the corner. You can have my bed and I’ll have the sofa," Mark offered looking at me questioningly.

I couldn’t believe this incredibly caring guy in front of me. He really was my knight in shining armour. I had only known him for an hour but I knew I could trust this person opposite me and I didn’t want to spend the night alone. I nodded slowly.

"You know you’re safe now," Mark said. "I won’t let anybody hurt you."

I was touched by his comment and I could almost forget he was a famous pop star. "It’s ok I know you won’t let anyone hurt me."

"So how are you feeling?" Mark asked me seriously. "Really? Don’t fob me off with a load of crap about being fine."

"Well my head hurts and my lip is throbbing abit," I said touching the back of my head gingerly. I was developing quite a large lump.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel now?" Mark asked. "I’ll be able to find you some paracetemol."

I smiled at him, "Yeah that would be nice."