Martin parked the car just outside the door to his new house which he hadn't properly explored yet and Zoe opened the door.
Martin climbed out of the car and walked over to Ollie's side, looking at Zoë, "he's really hurt."
"Shit- what happened?" She Asked, walking around as Martin opened Ollie's door and began to help lift him out.
"Back so soon, are we Ollie?" Asked Zoë, taking his arm and supporting as they walked him up the step in through the door.
"Nice house." He complimented, through his unbearable pain.
"Plonk him in the bed in here." Said Zoe, indicating the room just beside hers and Martin's.
"Oh guys.. you don't have to do this.." Sighed Ollie, trying to seem grateful.
"Yes we absolutely do." Zoë Replied, helping him sit down into the plain white room with white bedsheets and a wooden frame and table.
"I'll go get a couple facecloths." Said Zoe as Ollie sat down on the bed, trying to wipe the blood from his inflamed lower lip with his sleeve which was already saturated in blood.
"Tell me exactly what happened, Ollie- I dropped you home, what, four-five hours ago?" Martin asked, sitting on the side of the double bed beside him.
"I-I dunno... t-they seemed nice at the start and then dad started looking at the photo of Ellie and kicked off." Said Ollie, his left eye almost completely shut now.
Zoe came back into the bedroom with a damp facecloth and began to dab at the blood on his face.
"Honey, go and get him a glass of water and ibuprofen." She told Martin, dipping the already blood-sotting cloth into a basin of water.
When Martin left Ollie gave a chuckle, "Honey? Ooh. Your pupils will be quaking!"
Zoe giggled and it made Ollie smile too,
"God Ollie... I hate seeing you like this." She sighed, rubbing his shoulder before she smelt a whiff of alcohol and because suspicious.
"I know.. I'm sorry.. I promise I'll be gone tomorrow morning." He told her.
"Ollie, shut up. Stay as long as you need, and you definitely should not be rushing off to Vancouver just yet." Zoë advised, satisfied with the significant improvement she had made to his face, but unable to avoid the stench of alcohol coming from Ollie's breath. Vodka, maybe?
Martin returned with a glass of water and a few tablets.
"Thanks." Ollie croaked as he took a sip of water.
Zoe looked over to Martin with a stern gaze, and he knew that she wanted to talk.
"We'll leave you be for an hour or so, get some rest. Call us if you need us. I'll make you some food too." Said Martin, patting Ollie's shoulder again before he exited the room.
"Thanks." Ollie replied, lying back in bed and trying to close his eyes without crying from the insane guilt he felt.

Zoe took Martin by the arm and walked to the other side of the house and sat on the sofa.
"What is it?" Asked Martin,
"He stinks of alcohol." She hissed,
"Shit... didn't know if it was him or the car."
"It's him." She answered, biting her lip, "vodka or something..  you reckon he's an aggressive drunk?"
"Zoe... I know what you're thinking... I've seen him drunk, he wasn't aggressive." Martin replied, lying back on the sofa. "I don't want to bring him to the police if... god forbid he actually did do something.. but I mean, he's seventeen years old- he couldn't, I mean he wouldn't.."
"Why would he be drinking vodka? We dropped him off, his parents seemed happy to see him.. didn't they?" Questioned Zoe.
Martin shook his head in confusion, "I'm gonna drive over and speak to them."
"I don't think he'd like that." Said Zoe.
"I don't think I care." Martin replied.
Zoe narrowed her brows, "don't be like that."
"If I find that they've hurt him that badly I will be like that." Growled Martin, standing up and grabbing his car keys.
"Marty.." Zoe called, standing up after him.
"Sorry.." he sighed, walking over to her and placing his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead.
"Don't get in a fight, alright?" She Asked, looking up at him.
"Don't worry about me." He laughed,
"Sometimes I can't help it." She responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking childishly up at him.
"Tell Ollie I'm at the shops if he calls." Said Martin quietly,
"Okay.. but seriously, Marty, don't get into a fight, and don't play detective. Just... come home soon."
"Give me an hour." He replied, "and I'll pop into the shops on the way home."
Zoe bit her lip as Martin smiled at her before taking his hands off her and walking toward the door.
"Seriously?" Laughed Zoe, unsatisfied.
Martin hesitated before turning around and within a few strides he had pressed at least ten kisses onto her mouth, willing her to catch his lips with her teeth while she brought him closer and he brought his hands down to her thighs and lifted her up, allowing him to catch her and plonk her back onto the sofa, crawling above her.
"I'm sorry.. I've really gotta go." He told her, placing his fingers on her lips before running them down the centre of her chest below her jumper.
"Be careful." She reminded him, as he stood up and left.

Zoe sat up on the sofa, catching her breath and licking her lips before entering her bedroom and into the bathroom, splashing her face with water before feeling a jolt in her stomach and darting for the toilet.

Martin drove quickly into the town and within ten minutes was back outside Ollie's house.
Just as he knocked at the door he had a sudden nauseating realisation.
Ellie was Martha's best friend.. I knew her parents... I know Ollie's parents..
"God! Hello Martin, long time no see, come in!" Insisted Ollie's mother,
"H-Hi Amanda." Martin began, feeling himself shiver.
How can I get out of this...?