Enjoy this one! I really enjoyed writing this part. Sorry about my recent spelling mistakes! :s By the way, Pete is Ava's boyfriend but Ella has a faincee also named Pete but they are different people. Sorry, I didn't realise that I'd used the same name! :) Enjoy though, and thank you for reading!
The next day I sit at my desk, getting email after email from people congratulating me for my excellent performance on Monday night. I glance over at my pointe shoes and sigh. I'll never perform in them again... the thought saddens me. I look at the clock which reads 9.40pm and I sigh, Daniel isn't home yet. Where is he? I pick up the phone and ring the home phone.
"Hello?" "Dad? Hi... er," I worry about what to say next. I haven't spoken to him since I told him what I do with Daniel in the Red Room...
"How... are you?" he asks, wary also about what to say and I smile. "Dad, I'm sorry you had to hear about - "
"It's... fine. He's not hurting you though, is he?" he asks and I laugh.
"No Dad, he's fine. Has he left?" I ask. "Yes, he left about twenty minutes ago." I hear the foyer door open and Daniel walking around.
"He's here. I'll speak to you later, Dad. Love you!" I say and I smile, even though he can't see me.
"Love you," he whispers and we hang up. I bolt out of my office and into the living room grabbing Daniel. It's been a whole day of doing nothing and I've missed him so much. "Honey, are you OK?" he asks, confused to why I hugged him and kissed him passionately.
"Is a soon-to-be-wife not allowed to kiss her soon-to-be-husband?" I ask, winking and Daniel scoops me in his arms, kissing me hard.
"I don't see a problem with that at all. Oh, baby. I'm busy tomorrow night," he whispers and I feel a stab of disappointment going through my body.
"Why?" I ask, as he lowers me to the floor and I steady myself. "Teddy's having a stag party. Pete's going, you know, Ava's boyfriend?" I frown. "I thought they split up?" I ask, staring into his eyes. "No, that's Ella's Pete. Seems like there's no wedding for them after all," he mutters and I look sad. Poor Ella, I looked at them the other day at the party and they seemed fine. At least one Pete is in a relationship.
"So, what are you boys doing?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Daniels neck and rubbing my nose against his.
"Just a general stag party, clubs..." he whispers and he slides his hands around my waist. "Strippers?" I ask and he can sense the worry in my voice.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, you're not going to get with one of them are you?"
"Baby, why would I have a stripper when I have you all to myself?" he says and I wink, kissing his soft lips and dragging him towards the bedroom, and the conversation we both know is over.
The night came and I sat down with some noodles dressed in sweats in the living room watching some reality TV show. It bored me so I decided to watch a film. 'Love Actually'? Yeah, that'll do. Haven't seen it in a while. I sit and watch the film, my hair starting to dry after my hot bath and I sit and sigh, missing my man. I trust him and I know he's having a good night out with the lads but I wish he'd come home rather than staying over at Teds for the night. Never mind, I get the whole bed to myself and whether this is a good thing or a bad thing... I'm thinking bad.
The night goes so slowly and I realize how tired I am. It's only 11.30pm but I'm shattered, so I get up and head to my bedroom, resting on the bed and closing my eyes, wishing that Daniel was here to comfort me.
I'm sitting in the kitchen eating some toast and watching 'Ellen'. Suddenly, I hear the buzzer going for the apartment.
"Honey? It's Ava. Can I come up?" she asks and she sounds different. "Sure," I say back and I let her up the lift. A few seconds later she runs through the foyer doors and into the kitchen, grabbing my and standing me up.
"Honey, are you OK?" she asks and I see tears in her eyes. "Yes... Ava are you? What's happened?" I ask, confused and attempting to comfort her as she looks worried.
"You... you don't know?" she asks, confused and letting me go. "Ava, what the hell is going on. Come on you're scaring me." I step back and switch off the TV; it was distracting me. No! Did something happen last night? Is everyone safe?
"You may wanna sit down, Phoebe," says Ava and we sit down on the large sofa, and she grasps my hands. I shakes as she does so and I worry for Daniel. "Listen, I know what I'm going to say is going to be so hard for you to hear, but listen to me. I'm always here for you, and so is everyone else in the family. I just want to know - "
"Ava, just cut the crap and tell me what happened," I snap and she gasps. "Daniel slept with someone else," she whispers and I gasp, pulling my hands from her grasp. "No... no..." I whisper, shaking my head. "No, he wouldn't," I whisper again and I begin to cry. How could he? Please tell me this is a mistake!
"I'm sorry, but Pete walked into his room yesterday to wake him and he saw him and the stripper from the stag together in bed. I'm so sorry, Phoebe," and I smile, or attempt to.
"Thanks..." I whisper and I burst into tears, throwing my head into my hands and I weep unconditionally. She rubs my back and soothes me as I cry. "Do you want me to go?" she asks and I look at her softly. "If you wouldn't mind. I need some time to think," I whisper and she hugs me.
"If you want me to kick his ass, I will Phoebe. Anything for my cousin," she whispers and I smile slightly. As she leaves I scream, throwing the vase to the floor and I fall to the ground, crying hysterically into my arms.
I wake and my head pounds from the crying. The sky looks darker and I rise from where I've been sleeping all this time. I glance in a mirror and my eyes are swollen and raw. I haven't even thought about him coming home. What the hell do I do?! I need him to leave. I can't trust him. But I love him so much! How could he do this to me?! I cry again but shake my head. No! Don't waste your tears on him. Get your act together, make yourself look presentable and clean up this mess. Sort this out. You're a Grey! I walk to the bedroom and put on some skinny blue jeans and a large black and white wooly jumper, wiping off all my make-up which has run down my face and re-apply it carefully. I comb my hair and tie it up in a pony-tail and I look healthier already. I look in the wardrobe, Daniels wardrobe and I sigh. I grab a large suitcase and throw all of his clothing in there. Once I'm finished, I carry the suitcase to the door near to the foyer and I sit on a chair with a bottle of wine and a glass, waiting for him to arrive home. I hear the lift ping and I brace myself. Don't fucking punch him, Phoebe. You'll only make things worse.
He walks in casually and sees a suitcase and his eyes widen. "Phoebe?!" she shouts and he runs into the living room, seeing me sat there and nearly in tears already. "What are you doing?" he asks, frowning.
"What am I doing?! You are asking me that? You fucking ass," I whisper, attempting to calm myself down. I stand up and glare at him. "Why?" I ask, tears filling my eyes.
"What?" he asks, and I can see he's nervous.
"Why the fuck did you sleep with her?" I ask and Daniel gasps.
"Phoebe... it's not like that." I laugh and cross my arms.
"You want to know the worst thing about this? Ava told me. You didn't even have the guts to tell me yourself. Why did you do it?" I ask calmly.
"I was drunk... I didn't know what I was doing. But Phoebe, she meant nothing to me," he whispers and he walks towards me and I step back out of arms reach.
"You know, I've done some pretty stupid things because I've been drunk. Like telling me dad about us, and telling him about our sex life, but not once did I ever even think of kissing another guy, let alone sleeping with one! Don't you see how fucking angry I am?!" I shout and Daniel says nothing. He nods slowly and lowers his head. Fuck, I haven't got time for this.
"Was she good?" I ask and his head whips up. I know it's a stupid question to ask but I was worried that our sex life became too boring.
"She was... different," he whispers and a tear rolls down my face. Fucking hell, I'm angry. Different?!
"Good different?" I ask, gritting my teeth and I feel so angry.
"I don't know," he whispers and I shake my head, sighing heavily.
"Just get out," I whisper and he gasps.
"I'm not leaving you," he says and he walks towards me again, but I back away quickly and hold up my hands.
"If you touch me, you'll fucking regret it. Look at you. You haven't even apologized. Can't you see what this has done to me?! Fuck! DANIEL I TELL YOU EVERYTHING!" I scream and I see him back away and he realizes how upset and furious I am. I get my engagement ring and take it off.
"No, please don't," he whispers and tears roll down his cheeks.
"Seems like there's not going to be another wedding after all," I say and I walk towards him. I place the ring in his hand and he squints as if I've just smacked him in the face. "I need to be alone for a while. I can't see you again. I need you to leave. Now," I command and he nods, taking his bag and leaving the great room. He heads towards the lift and I watch him.
"Phoebe. It was a stupid mistake and I regret every minute of it. But I want you to know that I will always love you, no matter how much you hate me," he whispers and he disappears from view as the lift doors shut. I can't help the tears fall down my cheeks and I cry, falling to the floor and I let my emotions take a hold of me before I ware myself out from crying, falling asleep on the floor by the lift.