Roman woke up the next day, disappointed to find out she had snuck out during the night. He got dressed and left his room. He found her in the kitchen. She wasn't hired as a kitchen staff but this morning she was there.
"Morning Abigail, what are you doing here?" He asked and smiled.
"Two of the caterers had too much to drink last night so they're puking all over the place. I had to step in and help," she answered, not even looking at him once.
He stepped closer and gently touched her arm.
"Why did you leave last night?" He asked.
She stepped to the side, releasing herself from his grib.
"I don't have time for this right now, Roman. I'm trying to make eggs for 30 people," she said in a harsh tone.
Great, one of the cold days with her.
"Can we talk later?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure, later," she said while returning to the pan of scrambled eggs.
He didn't see her for hours. He was looking for her after breakfast but she was nowhere to be found. It seemed that she was avoiding him on purpose. He couldn't understand why. He wasn't used to that. He was always the one who had to hide from the girls the next day.
The evening came around and he got ready for the show. He was fighting Kevin Owens. He was standing ready in the gorilla as Kevin approached with her by his side. She was walking strange, as if she was limping a bit.
"And your son wanted you to know he got the highest grade on his essey. I told him you'd call him immetiately after your match. He's watching it at home while waiting by the phone so don't go shower before you've talked to him," she said.
"Okay, thanks Abigail," Kevin said and went to Roman.
Roman wanted to say something to Abigail but his music started and he had to go out and entertain the crowd.
He was hoping she would still be in the gorilla after the match but she was gone. He was disappointed. He just wanted to talk with her, to make sure everything was still good between them. He went to shower and get changed.
After the show, the party started up again. He noticed her right away as he walked in. She was wearing black jeans and a grey sweater. Way too hot to be dressed like that in the Summer. He watched her as she was talking with some of her co-workers. When she finally left them, he hurried over to her.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"About what?" She asked back, looking at him as if nothing had happened between them.
"About last night," he said.
"There's nothing to talk about. We had sex. That's it. Life goes on," she said.
"That's it?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"So things aren't weird between us?" He asked.
"Not unless you keep making it weird with this conversation," she answered.
He looked around, annoyed at the crowd in there. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the balcony where they could be alone.
"I just wanna know why you left during the night," he said.
"There wasn't really any point in staying. We were done," she said.
"Yeah, but I wanted you to stay," he said.
"Really? Look Roman, you're a sweet guy and I enjoy working around you but last night shouldn't have happened," she said.
"So why did it?" He asked, taking a step closer to her.
She took a step backwards, not wanting to let him in again.
"I had a phonecall from home and I felt lonely. It's hard being away from everyone you know and love so long at the time. You know that, you can relate to that," she said.
"So I was just some sort of comfort?" He asked.
"Yeah, basically," she answered.
"I don't believe that," he said quietly as he moved towards her, putting his arms around her wrist.
"Stop it, Roman. Last night was a mistake," she said as she tried to push his arms away.
He didn't let go.
"It didn't sound like a mistake when you were sitting on my face," he whispered in her ear.
As much as she hated it, she felt aroused, but she wasn't about to let him know. He kissed her neck. She worked up all her strength and pushed him aside.
"God damn it, Roman, I said stop it. You can't just get your way with me because you want to. Look inside. There's like 15 girls in there who would love to be in your bed tonight. Go fuck one of them," she said angrily and stormed inside again.
"But I don't want them. I want you," he said quietly to himself after she had left.
He watched her through the window. She looked upset. He saw one of the other crew members walk over to her. He had no idea what went down between them of words but all of the sudden the two girls were at each other's throats. Everyone was surprised. They were all fighting for a living but there had never been a fight at a backstage party between two female crew workers. He rushed in to grab Abigail around her waist and pull her off the other girl. Dean hurried over to grab the other girl.
"You bitch! You fucking whore!" The other girl screamed at Abigail.
Abigail didn't respond. She just calmed down in Roman's arms as Dean was dragging the other girl away.
"She can never love you like I can, Roman!" The other girl was screaming.
Roman let go off Abigail. She didn't say anything. She just quietly walked out of the room. He noticed she was still having that strange walk from earlier. He followed her and stopped her out in the hallway.
"Hey, what was that all about?" He asked.
"She was just jealous. Someone saw me go with you last night and apparently she's your no 1 stalker fan these days. You should really go fuck her. She wants you bad," she answered.
He grabbed her arm.
"Please stop with those smart ass comments for a while. I just wanna talk to you," he said.
"I have nothing to say," she said.
"But I do so just listen," he said.
She crossed her arms and looked at him.
"For starters, why on earth are you limping?" He asked.
"I was just in a fight," she answered.
"I saw you limp before the show today so try again with a more honest answer," he said.
"Okay, I had sex like night. You like that answer better?" She asked.
"I do but I still don't believe you," he answered.
"So stop asking. It's none of your damn business," she said.
She turned around and walked away. He followed her.
"We're not done here," he said while walking behind her.
"I'm done. You can talk all you want. There's nothing more for me to say," she said, never looking at him.
She reached her room. She unlocked the door and went inside. Just as she was closing the door, he pushed it opened and walked inside her room.
"Get out!" She yelled.
"Did I do anything to you last night that upset you? Did I hurt you in any way?" He was yelling too.
"No," she said.
"Then why the hell are you treating me like this?" He asked.
"Why can't you just accept that it was nothing more than it was? We had sex, that was it. Don't put anything more into it," she said.
He got silent as he looked on the floor behind her. He saw a knife and a bloody dish towel.
"What the hell happened in here?" He asked quietly.
She followed his eyes and noticed it too.
"Okay, time for you to get out of here," she said.
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened," he said.
He looked at her with concern. She got angry and started pushing him violently backwards towards the door. He was surprised by this but let himself being pushed by her.
"Get out! Get the fuck out!" She just kept screaming.
He knew he had crossed some sort of line but he didn't know exactly what he had done.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly as she pushed him out the door.
She didn't respond. She just slammed the door in his face.
He leaned his hands on her door, wanting to say something, anything at all, but he was lost for words. She had her back against the door, slowly sliding down while sobbing.
"Why can't you just let me be? And why do you have to be so god damn sweet?" She whispered to herself through her sobs.
