I slowly eased the door open. Abigail was pulling every item out of her bag with a ferocity that appeared unnecessary for purpose. "Can I come in?"

"Give it five minutes and I'll be out of your hair." she mumbled.

I felt guilty. "You haven't showered yet."

She smirked "You want to shower with me now? Wow, we are up and down today."

I walked into the locker room and watched her throw all of her belongings back into her gym back. Sweet uncomfortable silence, and then "You know what really gets on my wick. The fact that you think that I care so little about my profession that I would purposely injure another wrestler."

She swung her bag over her shoulder and strode past me. I swallowed my pride and said it "I'm sorry". She slowed to a stop, took a deep breath, then turned to face me forcing a smile. "It's fine". She sat down next to me, "I don't know what you think, but I have no intention of stealing Phil from you, and I'm certainly not planning on ending your career to get you out of the picture." she was grinning now. "We'll put this down to a bad day. You were hurt, you weren't thinking straight, it's done. You should get your head checked out." She paused momentarily "The bump. I'm not implying that you're crazy." And with that, she was gone.

That night I couldn't bare to be around Phil so instead opted for a girls night in with Eve, Maryse and Kelly. We went straight to Kelly's hotel room from the stadium. The wine was flowing and I went from nought to tipsy at a rate of knots. My eye was starting to swell up, Kelly purred over me trying to make things better apologising continually. We talked music, we talked movies and eventually we got to talking about Phil.

"So how are things between the two of you?"

"I don't know. Everything was fine and then Abigail." Grace and decorum had gone at this point, and I was swigging wine from the bottle. "She, I don't know what it is. She complicates things. She's got some strange sort of hold over him."

"It's always been the same. You know, I think that they are just really great friends. I've never known of anything else between the two of them, and I have first hand experience. It's almost impossible to keep a relationship secret around here."

"I don't know. I just sometimes wish she hadn't come back from her injury you know? I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her but. I don't know."

Kelly's eyes darted around the room and she leaned in closer to me and lowered her voice. "Between you and me, there was no injury, they totally made it up. Worst secret ever."

"What are you talking about?"

She hushed me. Eve and Maryse were giggling, oblivious to and uninterested in what we were talking about.

"Apparently she had some sort of breakdown. Completely lost the plot. A lot of people didn't think she'd be back. Rumour has it that Vince had to get involved. Force her to get some help. Didn't want to loose his pet project. I don't know what she did but it must be pretty huge. She must have, you know, really freaked out. Suddenly she'd been involved in a motorcycle accident but nobody was allowed to visit her and she just disappears. She's always wearing sleeves, to hide the scars but you know what, that's just good selling."

"Wow. For real?"

"Absolutely. She must be really fucked up"

"Why hasn't anyone else said anything?"

"Nobody wants to get on her bad side. The only diva Vince has any real interest in. People talk about the sway that Michelle has but it's nothing on Abigail's. Michelle goes to Taker. Taker goes to Vince. Abigail goes straight to the boss. She can make or break your career."

"You don't seem to like her very much."

"I like her just fine, but I never got on her bad side. Speak to Serena, ask her what happens if Abigail doesn't like you."

At that point I was hit on the side of my head by a cushion. Maryse's accent rang out "Why are you so serious?" I took another swig of wine then smiled feebly at her.

I woke up on Kelly's floor at 4am an empty bottle of wine next to my head. As comfortable as I was I decided it was time to go to my own room. Eve and Kelly were asleep on the bed. Maryse had already gone – I couldn't remember her saying goodbye. As quietly as I could I searched for my key and shoes then used the walls to support myself along the corridor.

I found our room to be empty. I checked the wardrobe, Phil's clothes still hung on the hangers. Relieved, I fell onto the bed and straight to sleep.

The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was that the mirror opposite the bed had been smashed the word "Leave!" written across it in bright red lipstick.