When I got back stage, hand in hand with Jeff something clicked and I
became Sam Calloway again. I let go off Jeff's hand, muttered a 'hello' to
Matt and Amy who were waiting for us before running off to the dressing
room. In the empty dressing room, I took a shower before walking out to the
car park with all of the things I had bought to the arena with me. I knew
it wasn't wise going out of the arena to the car park when a show was still
on but I just wanted to get away. I signed a few autographs for fans
hanging around outside of the arena before climbing into a cab which took
me back to the hotel room.
I ran up to the hotel room - I knew what I had to do and the sooner I did it the better! I couldn't take any more of Matt, Jeff and Amy creeping around me, being careful of what they said or people looking at me like I had two heads or to the other extreme - like I was an abandoned puppy.
As I pulled open the hotel door I was relived to find the room was empty, Jeff must have decided to give me some time on my own but little did he know he might end up regretting that decision. I shoved all my things into suitcases before my phone started ringing and Jeff's name appeared on the Caller ID. I couldn't answer it; he'd think something was wrong just by the tone in my voice so instead I let my phone continue to ring until it eventually went to the answering machine. An icon started flashing indicating that I had a message waiting for me in my answering machine. I rang my voice box number to listen to the message:
"Hey Sam, it's Jeff. What's wrong? I know that might sound like a dumb question given all that has happened recently but I don't understand what happened backstage and why you aren't answering your phone or not in the locker room. Please call back ASAP. I love you."
A tear trickled down my face as I listened to the message. I had become like a fountain recently. I forced myself not to call Jeff back. I loved him so much and I knew that if I did return his call he'd know something wasn't right and would stop me from taking a break and I couldn't take that chance. I grabbed my bags and left the hotel room. I stopped at reception to settle up my hotel bill then got into a waiting cab.
As the cab drove further and further away from the hotel and closer and closer to the airport I felt even guiltier.
.::5 days later::.
A bleeping caused me to wake up. In the early morning light I tried to work out where the noise was coming from. As I cast my eyes around the dimly lit bedroom room I soon realized the noise was my answering machine telling me I had another message outside in the hallway. I looked at my alarm clock next to my bed. It read 6:00. "Who the hell would phone me at this time?" I asked myself even though I knew the answer to my question.
I dragged myself out of bed and over to the mirror that hung on the purple wall-papered wall. I looked in the mirror at my reflection staring back at me. It didn't look like me, it looked like somebody else. My eyes were all puffy from crying myself to sleep and my usually light blonde hair was stringy, greasy and more brunette in the early morning sunlight. I hadn't eaten properly over the last five days, only a couple of and my stomach was growling but I didn't care. I changed my mind about getting up and crawled back into the warm bed sheets.
.::::.
Somebody ringing the door bell caused me to wake up. I looked at my alarm clock to discover that it was 12.15. "Leave it and they'll go away," I told myself but they didn't go away, instead they continued knocking and then I heard them shouting.
"Sam! Open the door, I know you're in there!" they hollered. I recognized the voice . it was Glenn.
I knew I'd have to open the door or even more hell would break out. I got up out of bed and walked over to my dressing-gown. I picked the silk garment up off the floor and put it on then walked down the stairs to the closed door. I pulled the door open to reveal a not-so-happy looking Glenn.
"Finally!" Glenn commented as the door opened. He turned to look at me. "Oh my God, Sammie! You look terrible."
"Thanks," I said as Glenn pushed his way through the door. I shut it behind him.
The Big Red Machine walked down the cluttered hallway looking into all the rooms as he went, shaking his head before walking back over to me. "Sam, this place is a tip and you look awful," he told me seriously before running up the stairs 2 and a time.
I wanted to follow him up the stairs but I was too weak, I felt like I was going to collapse. I walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Glenn was right, the house was a mess and in the past days I hadn't had the energy to clean it - I hadn't had the energy and I couldn't be bothered to do a lot of things.
Glenn came running back down the stairs. "Everyone has been worried sick about you," he told me.
"Everyone?" I asked hopefully.
"Well . no . not everyone," he said looking at the un-hovered carpet. He then jumped over the back of the couch, landing next to me. With ease he turned me around to face him. "You've gotta pull yourself together! This is doing nobody any good and it isn't helping your situation with Mark. Sammie, you've got a boyfriend and loads of friends who care deeply about you."
I shuck my head. "If I stayed there, not only would my work have suffered but so would everyone around me, I'd of just ended up depressing them."
"Sam, you know that's not true. If it is then why have we been so worried about you? Jeff has been going frantic," Glenn told me seriously.
I didn't know what to say. I nodded trying to hold back the tears.
"Come here you soft thing," Glenn told me. He stood up off the couch and hugged me.
"Thanks Glenn," I muttered.
"You don't need to thank me. That's what I'm here for. Come on, we're gonna get you sorted out and I'll start by making lunch," he said smiling as he walked off into the kitchen. I flopped back on the couch trying to contain the tears. I was really lucky to have a friend like Glenn, he was more then a friend more like a brother but it still didn't replace anything. I'd lost Mark and there was no way I could let go of that. All my life he had been there for me, picked me up when I was feeling down, looked out for me and now he wouldn't be around. I couldn't handle that thought.
.::Author's Note::.
Hi people! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I'd changed the name of the fic on my computer so I had totally forgotten about it. I'm sorry.
Please Review Thanks for reading. I promise I'll update sooner.
I ran up to the hotel room - I knew what I had to do and the sooner I did it the better! I couldn't take any more of Matt, Jeff and Amy creeping around me, being careful of what they said or people looking at me like I had two heads or to the other extreme - like I was an abandoned puppy.
As I pulled open the hotel door I was relived to find the room was empty, Jeff must have decided to give me some time on my own but little did he know he might end up regretting that decision. I shoved all my things into suitcases before my phone started ringing and Jeff's name appeared on the Caller ID. I couldn't answer it; he'd think something was wrong just by the tone in my voice so instead I let my phone continue to ring until it eventually went to the answering machine. An icon started flashing indicating that I had a message waiting for me in my answering machine. I rang my voice box number to listen to the message:
"Hey Sam, it's Jeff. What's wrong? I know that might sound like a dumb question given all that has happened recently but I don't understand what happened backstage and why you aren't answering your phone or not in the locker room. Please call back ASAP. I love you."
A tear trickled down my face as I listened to the message. I had become like a fountain recently. I forced myself not to call Jeff back. I loved him so much and I knew that if I did return his call he'd know something wasn't right and would stop me from taking a break and I couldn't take that chance. I grabbed my bags and left the hotel room. I stopped at reception to settle up my hotel bill then got into a waiting cab.
As the cab drove further and further away from the hotel and closer and closer to the airport I felt even guiltier.
.::5 days later::.
A bleeping caused me to wake up. In the early morning light I tried to work out where the noise was coming from. As I cast my eyes around the dimly lit bedroom room I soon realized the noise was my answering machine telling me I had another message outside in the hallway. I looked at my alarm clock next to my bed. It read 6:00. "Who the hell would phone me at this time?" I asked myself even though I knew the answer to my question.
I dragged myself out of bed and over to the mirror that hung on the purple wall-papered wall. I looked in the mirror at my reflection staring back at me. It didn't look like me, it looked like somebody else. My eyes were all puffy from crying myself to sleep and my usually light blonde hair was stringy, greasy and more brunette in the early morning sunlight. I hadn't eaten properly over the last five days, only a couple of and my stomach was growling but I didn't care. I changed my mind about getting up and crawled back into the warm bed sheets.
.::::.
Somebody ringing the door bell caused me to wake up. I looked at my alarm clock to discover that it was 12.15. "Leave it and they'll go away," I told myself but they didn't go away, instead they continued knocking and then I heard them shouting.
"Sam! Open the door, I know you're in there!" they hollered. I recognized the voice . it was Glenn.
I knew I'd have to open the door or even more hell would break out. I got up out of bed and walked over to my dressing-gown. I picked the silk garment up off the floor and put it on then walked down the stairs to the closed door. I pulled the door open to reveal a not-so-happy looking Glenn.
"Finally!" Glenn commented as the door opened. He turned to look at me. "Oh my God, Sammie! You look terrible."
"Thanks," I said as Glenn pushed his way through the door. I shut it behind him.
The Big Red Machine walked down the cluttered hallway looking into all the rooms as he went, shaking his head before walking back over to me. "Sam, this place is a tip and you look awful," he told me seriously before running up the stairs 2 and a time.
I wanted to follow him up the stairs but I was too weak, I felt like I was going to collapse. I walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Glenn was right, the house was a mess and in the past days I hadn't had the energy to clean it - I hadn't had the energy and I couldn't be bothered to do a lot of things.
Glenn came running back down the stairs. "Everyone has been worried sick about you," he told me.
"Everyone?" I asked hopefully.
"Well . no . not everyone," he said looking at the un-hovered carpet. He then jumped over the back of the couch, landing next to me. With ease he turned me around to face him. "You've gotta pull yourself together! This is doing nobody any good and it isn't helping your situation with Mark. Sammie, you've got a boyfriend and loads of friends who care deeply about you."
I shuck my head. "If I stayed there, not only would my work have suffered but so would everyone around me, I'd of just ended up depressing them."
"Sam, you know that's not true. If it is then why have we been so worried about you? Jeff has been going frantic," Glenn told me seriously.
I didn't know what to say. I nodded trying to hold back the tears.
"Come here you soft thing," Glenn told me. He stood up off the couch and hugged me.
"Thanks Glenn," I muttered.
"You don't need to thank me. That's what I'm here for. Come on, we're gonna get you sorted out and I'll start by making lunch," he said smiling as he walked off into the kitchen. I flopped back on the couch trying to contain the tears. I was really lucky to have a friend like Glenn, he was more then a friend more like a brother but it still didn't replace anything. I'd lost Mark and there was no way I could let go of that. All my life he had been there for me, picked me up when I was feeling down, looked out for me and now he wouldn't be around. I couldn't handle that thought.
.::Author's Note::.
Hi people! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I'd changed the name of the fic on my computer so I had totally forgotten about it. I'm sorry.
Please Review Thanks for reading. I promise I'll update sooner.