'Hey this is Mike. If you've reached this, then you've got to my answering phone.' He laughed. 'So just leave me a message, and I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible.'
'Hi, it's me again, Mike.' I sighed heavily; beginning to get fed-up of hearing the annoying answering phone voice. He sounded so awkward; exactly how I felt like now; calling him again for what was probably the tenth time.
'I just wanted to ring to make sure that you got to New York safely. Anyway, I'd be grateful if you could give me a call as soon as you get there. I love you.' I said into the receiver, before quickly shutting my phone, and putting it back in my bag.
And I guessed that by now; I looked like a right stalker. But still, I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be the jealous girlfriend; but then what was I to do when he wouldn't ring me to just let me know that he had got to New York alright?
'Hey, Kris,' I turned around once I'd heard Robert's soft voice, and found him; just a few feet from me. He was watching me carefully, a gentle smile on his lips. He'd been running his hands through his hair again. Anyone could tell that much.
'Hey, Rob,' I said back; noticing that he looked as drunk as I felt now. We were both already half-way there. 'Enjoying the party, are we?' I asked him in a conservational tone. After our last chat, it felt normal talking to Rob again; funny how a simple conversation seemed to make everything okay with me and Rob.
'Yeah, I love it. What about you?' He asked back. His voice was as loud as mine against the loud, banging club music, and I could hardly hear what I think, let alone said. Shouting was necessary as I wanted to catch what he had said to me.
'Love it…though I'm not nearly as drunk as I would like to be.' I admitted; giggling once. We were so close to each other now. Rob was just in front of me; barely a foot away from me. He was practically bent down to hear me, as I was so small compared to him.
I was so small compared to everyone. I was only 5 ft 4, however I had heels on tonight, so I was probably 5 ft 7; four inches smaller than Rob.
'Kris, can I have a quick word in private please?' He asked me; his face instantly back to his serious face, rather than his innocent joking, playful face.
'Ugh, what now Rob?' I asked in a groan. I wanted to have fun tonight, I wanted to get drunk, have a laugh, and forget about everything, with my friends. I didn't want Rob to get all sentimental tonight, when all I wanted to do was have fun.
'It's just a chat, Kris. I can't hear you properly whilst we stand here.' He admitted, and I knew automatically that he was telling the truth. I knew whenever he was telling the truth by now or not. I'd gotten to know him well in interviews and things.
'Well…okay; why not?' I shrugged, following him to the stairs in the other corner of the club, that I knew lead to the private booths.
I looked back over to see Tasha and the rest of the group starting to walk this way. 'Is anyone else invited?' I asked Rob shyly. I wanted to be alone with him, but I also didn't mind the company of them. I knew that the entire group was already half-drunk, like us.
'Yeah of course, the more the better,' Robert shrugged; totally unbothered by my question. Tasha was delighted when I called them all over, and she giggled non-stop as Kellan kept mumbling slurred words, totally incoherent to the human hearing.
'What the fuck is he talking about?' Robert laughed, as he asked for a booth for eight people. The doorman let us in automatically.
'I don't know, but he sounds good, doesn't he?' Tasha asked; giggling in response. I rolled my eyes, and started my façade.
'Mom, stop scaring me!' I demanded; giggling too.
Rob laughed along with me as I said this; his arm around my shoulder casually, as if we were the best of mates.
'Sorry, Daughter.' She whispered back, returning the same, cheeky giggle.
Tasha was so funny. 'Where's Kirsty anyway?' I asked; suddenly noticing her disappearance.
'She had to go home early; her Dad has to work in the morning.' Tasha sighed as she said this, and I knew how she felt. It felt like we never got to spend much time with Kirsty anymore. She was the original twilight-bud, like Tasha, Rachael and me.
I moved out from underneath Rob's arms, and walked to the very last booth happily, before opening the curtain. My smile disappeared within seconds at seeing what I saw there. Instead of the fun night that I was planning to have; it had turned into my worst heartache possible.
On the sofa was a very scantily dressed Lauren, writhing underneath Michael in pleasure-however luckily they were still dressed-and he was kissing her like she was literally his air to breathe. What was I supposed to do?
The gasp of breath that I had been hiding had now escaped me in a rush; forcing both Michael and Lauren to look at me in shock. However when they did, it was in the same moment that everyone had gotten around me, watching in shock too, after laughing just that moment ago.
I had been worrying about Michael all night, wondering why I hadn't got a call from him yet. And this was why; because he wasn't in New York. He was planning to fuck Lauren AGAIN, in Washington; a short few miles from where we had filmed twilight.
'Kristen this isn't what it looks like-' Michael began to try and worm his way out of it. It seemed that he truly did think that I was that thick. But he didn't get to finish his sentence, because Rob was already through the booth curtains; pulling Michael off of Lauren.
'This is for cheating on Kristen.' Robert growled at him, before throwing a fist. I felt as though I had gone into some mad shock as Kellan moved around me, and was attempting to pull Robert away from Michael, with Nikki by his side, trying to calm down Rob with words.
I stood there; watching as Rachael stormed into the booth too, and walked towards Lauren. 'Bitch!' She shouted at Lauren; pulling her up by her fake blonde roots. Lauren screamed, but as soon as Lauren was standing up; Rachael's fist was also smashing into Lauren's face.
'Oh my god; you stupid bitch!' Lauren complained in a screech; as her nose started bleeding. She glared at Rachael furiously, before lunging at her.
Rachael was already fighting her off though; her fist flying at her again. Tasha was there in an instant then, attempting to pull Rachael off of Lauren.
I watched in complete and utter shock as Jackson cut in when Tasha was unsuccessful at pulling a tough Rachael off of her. Jackson simply picked her up, throwing her onto his shoulder easily, and pulled her away.
'Let me go!' Rachael demanded.
'Are you calm?' Jackson asked her.
'Yes,' she agreed. He instantly put her back down, and watched as Rachael flew at Lauren again. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. As Robert finally pulled away from Michael; he watched me backing away.
'Kristen!' He called; preparing to stop me.
I turned to him; feeling my eyes showing the pain I felt. My heart was broken, completely dead, because of the fucker in the booth.
'I…I can't…I need to get out of here.' I mumbled, before running away in my three inch heels, which was a hard thing to do.
'No, Kristen, please!' Rob called after me, but I was already crying.
'I….need…to…leave.' I sobbed; feeling myself about to fall. I stopped to take my heels off, and held them in my hands as I ran down the stairs, and out of the front door.
I needed to be anywhere apart from there. I felt dead inside, because of a cheating Man that I should hate, and ant to kill; but yet, I still couldn't, because my broken heart still loved him. I tripped and fell on the sidewalk as I was about to get into the cab, before being violently sick.
'Whoa, lady.' The cab driver said in an American accent, helping me into the cab, and passing me a towel to wipe my mouth.
'Thank you.' I mumbled at him, before starting to cry again; not caring that I was ruining my mascara, and that my dress was now torn from the fall.
'Don't mention it.' He smiled, before getting into the front of the taxi. 'Where to?' He called to me; pulling away from the side of the road.
'Belington Hotel,' I called back, before starting to cry again.
As soon as I got back to the hotel room, and being sick several more times; I knew what I had to do. I had to get as far away from here as possible, and for me; this meant going back to Los Angeles. Everything in my hotel room reminded me of Michael, Rob, and Lauren. After being sick one last time at the images still in my head, and what they were probably going to be doing tonight; I packed my suitcase, packing anything and everything that I saw in sight; hyperventilating in panic as I did.
My phone buzzed loudly in my pocket, but I ignored it. All I could see and hear right now was my suitcase, and my own heartbeat which was banging too loudly in my chest. And as I packed; I was on the phone, arranging my flight out of here.
The airport was more than useful, even if it meant that I would have to pay $2,000 dollars for a single flight. It was worth it to just to get out of here. I knew that I was chicken for running away from everything again, but how on earth could I face up to this?
My usual reaction would be to cry in temper before running away from the situation and refusing to see anything about it, because the truth hurt.
Michael could have Lauren just as long as he left me alone from now on. As far as I was concerned; we were over. And because of him, I felt dead inside. My racing heart was seriously going into overdrive. However, before I had time to get out; my body went down onto the floor in response to my hyperventilating, and I fainted.
'Shit…' I muttered to myself as I came around; it was ten minutes after I had just fainted, so after grabbing my suitcase, I was out of the door. I would get the tickets at the airport, and even though I had washed my ruined mascara; I still felt awful, and tired.
And I knew why I felt tired; because whenever I cried, I felt so tired. I rushed through the airport doors; ignoring the fucking press outside, flashing their cameras at me and went straight to the ticket desk; determined to get away from here.
'2 am, Los Angeles please.' I said to the ticket officer there; before turning my phone off. No-one was stopping me now.
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