Chapter eleven
The next morning Trish woke up on the sofa in her locker room with a blanket pulled over her and she guessed that she cried herself to sleep last night before John returned and put a cover on her. She gently rolled over hoping to see John's comforting presence next to her but she frowned as she saw that she was lying there alone.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes with the sudden contact with light and ran her fingers through her messed up and knotty hair. She threw the blanket off herself and swung her legs rounds to get up but instead reached onto the table to pick up and piece of paper folded in half with "xTrishx" written on the front. She smiled realizing it was from John, grabbed it, opened it up and read it to herself. Her smile faded and turned into a frown as she reached the end of it.
She put her legs back on the sofa, reached down and pulled the blanket over her head and thought about John's note.
Why does he have to leave for the other side of the country?! So what if he's only gone for a few days they can't just send him off like this at the last minute! I bet it was Shane's working! I need him the most right now and Shane's got him driving up to a show at the last God damn minute! Damn Shane! Oh I hate that man so much!
Trish's thoughts were stopped when her cell rang, she jumped off the sofa and dug around in her clothes looking for it, hoping it was John calling. When she found her cell she looked at it as if was a live snake about to bite her. She then swallowed and made sure she had read the name right, and sure enough it still read "Abielle". She gulped and answered the phone with and uneasy…
"Hello?"
"Hey Trish, its Dave."
"Dave?!" Trish remarked, confused, "Why are you using Abielle's cell? She'll kill you if she finds out!"
"Calm down Trish," Dave laughed but had to stop, Trish guessed, by the sound of it, because of pain "She's letting me use it don't worry. Look can you please come down to their locker room because they've both gone out and said I could use it to talk to you O.K.?"
"Dave what's going on?" Trish was getting more and more confused by the minute, "Why would they help you get in contact with me? They hate me! It just doesn't …"
"Trish!" Dave interrupted, "Can you just come down here? Please?" Trish agreed, they said good bye to each other and she fumbled around her clothes to get dressed, still wondering what the hell was going on.
