I can't believe he has done this to me again. He has ripped out my heart and torn it into a hundred pieces. The man I have come to lobe over the last year has broken my heart again. He has told me time and time again that their was nothing going on between the two of them. Now I stand here in the middle of winter, wet and cold with tears running down my face as I see the man I love all over his storyline wife. What a lot of shit, he never even cared for me no wonder he never told me he loved me. He couldn't have if he did he wouldn't have his tongue down the back of that blonde bitches mouth. I turn and walk out of the motel that the wwe are staying at and call for a taxi. I wheel my suitcase behind me and into the dark bitter cold winters night. I wait in the dead icy cold night waiting for my taxi to arrive. I can't see anything through my glassy puffy eyes.
A few more minutes of waiting and my taxi stops beside me. " miss Smith?" the man asked as he opens the taxi door. I gave a small not and the man places my things into the boot of the car. " things didn't turn out well I can see." I look up at him, I nodded my head once more signalling no. " how about you jump into the car where it is warm, the heaters are on. I would hate for you to get a cold." He said. I lean forward to open the car door but the man opens it for me. Once we are seated he asked me where I'm headed. " the airport please sir." I answered and without a look back we head down the road to LAX. I'm going back home to my home town. I'm going back to New Zealand, it's times like this I just want to be with my family. A family I know loves and cares for me. Home to where I know people will look after me through my heartache. Home to where I grow up with people who supported me moving to a different country to do the job I was born to do. Now as I sit here in a taxi heartbroken I know the only people that can help me through the heartache are my family and friends back home .
Once we reach LAX I open my door and the driver of the taxi goes to the back and pulls out my belongs out of the boot. He helps me inside and tells me that he has to go and pick another person up. I head up to the counter to pay for my ticket back home. " where to miss?" the dark haired young lady asked me. " I want to go back home." I simply said. " ok miss but in order for me to know where home is you need to tell me." She said with a unknowing look upon her face. " New Zealand. " I answered. " one way ticket to New Zealand. I answered again. She types on her computer to book my tickets " I'm sorry miss but the last flight was an hour ago. The next one leaves at three in the morning." She says looking up from her computer screen. " that will do thank you." She books me on the next fight and I pay for my ticket. I look up at the clock that is sitting on the wall to my left. The time it reads is 1.56am at least I won't be sitting here for much longer.i take my things and place the tags they gave me to put onto my bags. I take them over to check in and keep just my handbag on me.
Once I have taken my things and had them checked in I head over to the bar and grab myself a beer. I sit by myself and cry until my plane is called over the intercom. Flight658 for Auckland New Zealand is now boarding. I grab my handbag and pull out my phone searching for the man's name I came to love. Jon.
Jonathan Good
I seen you in the model with her.. have a good life . Emily
I seen that the message sent and headed toward the boarding gate.
Goodbye America.. Goodbye Jon
After a very long and heartbroken flight home I finally reach my mum's front door. I place my hand into my bag and grab out my key. Thank the heavens I never returned it to my mum when I moved out of home. I slowly headed up to my old room and place my things onto the floor before pulling back the blankets and laying down into bed. As I lay my head down the tears begin to come again. I thought all my tears and gone from all the crying I did on the flight back. I have cried so much that my eyes are so swollen they can barely open. I must have fallen asleep at some point throughout the crying. I turn myself over to look at the time. 12.45pm I looked again at the time shocked that I had slept eight hours. 17 miss calls 3 unread messages.
From Jon
To em
Pick up your phone.
From Jon
To em
Baby please I'm sorry.
From Jon
To em
Please baby.
I deleted the messages and didn't even listen to the voice mails he had left.
I pulled the blankets back and got out of bed. I walked to the bedroom door and opened it. I headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Their I stood for a few short moment's before making myself known. " hey mum." I said Taking note of the small jump and the look of shock on her face. " oh my god. My baby. What are you doing home?" she asked. All that I could do was run up to her and pull her towards me. Again the tears poured out. " oh my goodness my dear children. What is wrong?" she asked again. " Jon cheated" was the only two words I could get out before I broke down again. " oh my baby, I'm sorry baby. What an ass. How could he do that to my beautiful princess?" she just pulled me even closer if that was possible. We stood there for a while crying into each other for what seemed like hours before we heard voices behind us. " what the fuck are you doing home?" my older brother Royden asked " I just missed my home." I answered.
Once we had a little talk Royden, mum and I headed into the living room. I sat on the living room suite, my mum sat beside me and my older brother sat on a chair that sat in the corner of the room. He turned on the t.v and we sat on silence for a while. It was my brother who broke the silence. " as much as i missed you, what brought you home?" he asked. " me and Jon broke up." Is all I could answer before heading to the bathroom. I needed a shower, I hadn't showered in 24 hours and needed to clean up. I pulled a towel out of the bathroom cardboard and turn to turn the shower on. I headed back down the hallway to my old room to grab some clothes and body wash as well as my shampoo. Once I had my things i headed back to the bathroom for my well earned shower.
I must have been in there a while because there was a knock on the door. " are you ok sweetie?" my mother asked through the door. "Yes mum I'll be out soon." I sat on the shower floor with my head between my legs for a few minutes before getting up. I reached for my towel which was hanging up and wrapped it around myself. I grabbed some toothpaste out and a tooth brush and placed some toothpaste onto the brush. After finishing my teeth i put on my short jean shorts and a black singlet. I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and picked up my dirty washing off the floor. I took it down to the washroom and put it into the washing machine. " honey come down to the kitchen, I have just put on a fresh pot of coffee and I'm making your favourite dinner. Lemon and black pepper grilled chicken and roast veggies with gravy." She yelled out to me. The thing with my mum is a bloody good cook.
We sat down and ate in silence for a while before mum told me she had rung my best friend in the world Debby. " debs is coming over, I told her you and Jon and broken up and that you came home last night and she couldn't get herself over here fast enough.
It wasn't long until there was knock at the door and In walked my best friend that I hadn't seen in the last three years. We talk all the time since I left but we haven't seen each other in person for so long. When she got to me she grabbed me in her arms and we both cried. " I'm so sorry." She said " I'm sorry I wasn't there when it happened but it's my job as your best friend to get you laughing again.
God I love Debby.