Her sister Sandie was able to move on, but Joanna she still bore the scars and it affects her life and relationships.
Why is she attracted to a bad boy and why did she allow herself to be second best? Most of all, why is Joanna attracted to a man who is a serial womaniser?
Sister's clash and Joanna and Sandie are no exception. Joanna couldn't even get that right when she accused Sandie of falling for a man who would only bring her trouble. Wasn’t that exactly what Joanna was doing to herself?
Finally, her world comes crashing down and she can’t comprehend what’s happened. She needs help, but will anyone be there? Or has she pushed them all away?
Best Book Bit:
Joanna found herself chatting to Solly for most of the evening after that. Sandie stuck with Jack, Woody flitted between Jack and Solly, and John went off with a dark-haired girl.
Somewhere around her sixth glass of lager, Joanna realised she was tipsy, and Solly was most willing to keep them coming. The alcohol had loosened both of their tongues and Joanna was flirting outrageously with him. After all, she was a free agent now. Solly seemed very receptive and they were both were giggling about something when Sandie came over and asked if she wanted to go the toilet, which of course meant that she wanted to talk.
The toilets had four cubicles and a mirror that ran just above a shelf, with stools fastened to the floor all along. Coming out of the cubicles, they washed their hands and sat down to touch up their make-up and hair.
“I would watch that Solly if I were you,” said Sandie, as she re-applied her mascara. “Why?” asked Joanna, smudging in more blusher with a finger.
“He has a bad reputation.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got a fast temper, I’ve heard. He likes to use his fists as well. I’d watch him Jo, if I were you.”
Joanna straightened her necklace, moving the locket to back to the centre. She got out her hairbrush and ran it vigorously down her ponytail.
“How do you know, have you seen him?”
“Well no, but Jack’s been telling me.”
“You don’t want to listen to gossip, Sandie, you should know that.”
“I’m just watching out for you, that’s all. After everything that’s happened, I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
Setting down the brush, Joanna looked at her through the mirror. “I’ve only just met the guy. I like him. I know you’re only looking out for me, but I just want a bit of fun.”
“That’s what I want too, but just be careful. I know what you’re like, too.”
Joanna gave her a wicked grin and left.
Solly was waiting for her with a fresh drink when she returned. She put her handbag down on the table and said, “I hear you’ve got a bit of a reputation?”
“Don’t you know?”
“I don’t listen to gossip, and neither should you.”
Joanna smiled and took a good mouthful of beer; it gave her a warm bold feeling. She could not resist looking towards Sandie. Then she noticed her handbag was missing and saw a girl fleeing across the room.
“Hey!” she yelled, setting off after her.
Sandie, Jack and Woody all looked round in astonishment. A second later they saw Solly go after them.
Joanna launched herself at the girl, knocking her down, outraged. How dare she? A red mist came down as they both landed on the floor.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Joanna cried making a grab for the bag, which the girl was holding above her head.
Somehow the girl pushed Joanna off and she over-balanced as the alcohol unsteadied her. Chasing after her, Joanna grabbed her arm and they both hit the floor again.
A lad, who was with the girl, grabbed Joanna’s hair, forcing back her head and it was at that moment Solly appeared and punched him the face.