It was the works Christmas was flowing, do and Page’s fave sambuca shot was waiting but a different kind of red... to paint the night blood
Our horror attack at the works do
Apub crawl with a bunch of builders didn’t sound like a top night for a girl in all her glad rags, but
I was having a ball at my fella’s work Christmas do.
In among the tinsel and cheesy tunes, I was snuggling happily with Luis Dobson, 21.
‘What you having?’ he boomed over the din of Jingle Bell Rock.
‘Sambuca and Coke,’ I boomed back. I was a year younger than Luis, and we’d known each other for ages, but our friendship had turned into something more.
At Halloween, we’d screamed our way around the Scarefest at Alton Towers, laughing and loving every minute. But it was seeing Luis with Isla-may, nearly two, my daughter from a previous relationship, that had properly melted my heart.
He would make her giggle putting on silly voices, buy her shoes and tell me, ‘She’s gorgeous, just like her mum.’ Now, 22 December, Isla-may was with her dad while me and Luis enjoyed his do. Just a few drinks in the bars around Lincoln with his workmates, including my brother and my best friend Katie.
I’d glammed up in a white mesh top over a black bra, and big hoop earrings. Luis was smart in a green shirt and jeans.
Sipping my sambuca, imagining Isla-may’s face as she saw all her presents under the tree in a couple of days’ time, I felt loved-up, fuzzy and full of Christmas spirit.
At 2am, our mate Connor came to pick us up. Luis and I squeezed into the back of his green Ford Ka, so Katie, who was pregnant, could sit in the front.
‘I’m starving,’ she announced. ‘I need a burger.’
Connor drove to our local Mcdonald’s drive-through, pulling up alongside the ordering point.
‘What’s it to be, Katie?’ I chuckled. ‘Beef and cheese feast in a snowflake bun? Chocolate Orange Mcflurry?’
‘Nah,’ Katie grinned. ‘You know I’m a Big Mac girl.’
Leaning across Connor, she ordered her usual meal.
But then, as we drove to the next window, I heard screeching coming from the car park.
It was pitch-black, but in a small pool of neon light shining from Mcdonald’s, I could see a teenage girl, yelling her head off.
‘Too much Christmas spirit,’ was my first thought. Then the light shone on a young man and he was pushing and shoving the girl around, four or five steps away from our car! Not thinking, just reacting, I flung open the car door.
I wasn’t the sort of person who could sit back and watch if someone else was in trouble. So I jumped out. ‘Page!’ Connor cried. ‘Get back in!’ No way, Jose.
‘Are you OK?’ I shouted to the girl, who only looked about 16.
Before she could answer, the young man got his face between us, looming in front of my eyes.
He didn’t say a word. That ugly, hate-filled face just thrust towards mine, a blur of a movement...
Followed by a crazy explosion. He’d headbutted me square in the face! ‘Leave her alone!’ I heard the girl scream through my ringing ears.
Me and Luis are mad for each other My bloodsoaked hands Luis suffered How did evening my end up like this?!