Abigail and I, we sat in silence. You haven't experienced awkwardness until you've been sat in a room completely alone with the woman who stole your boyfriend. I knew deep down that she hadn't done anything wrong, that Phil had never got over his infatuation with her. She'd just been herself but that didn't stop me from hating her, just a little bit.

"I could call Kelly, see if she wants to come round." She said, taking a sip from a glass of water. Her sleeve slipped down a little, revealing the ugly scars, a harsh reminder that I couldn't be too aggressive with her. I couldn't lose my temper.

"No." I smiled. "It's embarrassing. I."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Moxley had gone to get pizza leaving us alone to talk. If I was a better person I'd have recognised that they needed time to themselves. They needed time to talk. But I didn't want to be by myself. I didn't want Phil to have the opportunity to get me alone, and I especially didn't want anyone else to know what had happened. I was already the source of a serious amount of gossip.

"Look, Lucy, I never lied to you." Her phone rang interrupting her trail of thought. She checked caller ID, and then clicked reject. "Punk and I. There was never anything. "The phone rang again, and again she rejected the call. "It must have been horrible." The phone rang for a third time she sighed deeply and then she answered. "Phil this isn't…"

Then she went quiet. She was actually listening to him. Listening to what he had to say. It was infuriating. I wanted to scream. The reason people like him never learn lessons is because those around them give them a constant stream of second chances. "Phil wait." She said. Her face had lost all colour, she looked across at me and I tried to get a read as to what was going on in her head. Guilt? Concern? I couldn't figure it out.

"She's fine, she's here" She continued. "I'm going to put her on speaker phone." Tenderly she patted my knee "You need to hear this" then she clicked a button and put the phone on the floor between us. I prepared myself for his lies, for his excuses. I didn't prepare myself for…

"It wasn't Tom Foster. Vince just called. He started talking. He's confessing to the photographs but he says he was paid by a wrestler to keep tabs on you. He didn't drug you, he didn't smash the glass. He's not willing to give up a name until his lawyer gets there. Whoever it is, they're still out there. You're not safe."

I grabbed the phone, switched speaker off, and held it tight to my ear.

"What are you talking about? Is this just a way.."

"I literally just got off the phone to Vince. I. It sounds different. Are you still on speaker?" he sounded ruffled.

"No. I"

"Good. I didn't want to say anything to Abs. It's one of the divas Lucy. Tom Foster was hired by a female wrestler, I can't be sure that. She knows I know that you're with her. Nothing's going to happen. Just stay put. I'm on my way over."

I switched the phone off and looked across at an expectant Abigail.

"I'm going back to my hotel." I stated, daring her to challenge my decision. I could look after myself. I didn't want him running to my defence. I didn't want to be in debt to him. And in all honesty I still wasn't sure I could trust him. What if it was a ploy? What if it wasn't a diva? What if Vince hadn't called at all? I could go back to my hotel. Lock the door, and the only person I would have to worry about overnight was my sweet self.

"You don't need me to tell you that that's a stupid idea. Safety in numbers and all that jazz."

"I don't care. I don't want to see Phil. I think he might…"

"Look, Phil's not a bad person; he's just a dick is all. You're crazy if you think. He won't let anything happen to you."

I grabbed my things together not looking for a fight.

She carried on. "Seriously Jon'll be back in ten minutes. At least let us drive you."

"No" I was close to shouting. "I have to go."

"Then Mike! He didn't drink much cause he has promotional stuff tomorrow. He can take you back; make sure you get in safe. He's just along the hall." She smiled at me desperately and I sat down on the end of her bed. It wasn't an awful idea. Abigail picked up her phone and called him.

The journey back was tense. Neither Mike nor Maryse, who had tagged along, seemed equipped to deal with me, neither of them knew what to say. As we pulled up in the motel car park Maryse tried to crack a joke, it didn't go well.

It was raining outside. Despite my protestations Mike got out of the car with me, and after insisting that Maryse lock herself in we walked across to the door. The room was undisturbed. Mike insisted on checking the bedroom, bathroom and kitchenette thoroughly before leaving. "I know you're probably gonna bark at me for saying this. But if you wanted to come back with us then…" He never got to complete the sentence. There was a noise outside. He put a finger to his lips, and before I could stop him he'd tiptoed out of the door.

"Hey" I heard him say, it was a friendly greeting "What are you doing here?" Then there was a groan and a thump against the window.

"Mike?"

The front door creaked open and my tormenter came into the room.