Hello, just want to say thanks very much for the lovely reviews. Your comments really help me keep going with this story. Here are two more chapters. Good luck to Dean in the Royal Rumble! I'm sure we'd all love to see him win...x
The tannoy rang out at Edinburgh Airport... "All passengers for Flight BA126 to London Heathrow is now boarding at Gate 3." Autumn, her mobile close to her ear, made her way to the gate.
Back in London Becca's phone rang.
"Hey girl," she answered excitedly and putting her hand over the phone, she mouthed, 'it's Autumn' to Jess. "What's new? How's that gorgeous specimen of a man treating you?" There was a pause then she said "Oh."
"What?!" Jess asked alarmed as she saw Becca's face drop.
"I'll kill him, I'll bloody kill him," was all Jess heard Becca say. "Yeah, we'll pick you up from the airport honey. Don't cry, he's not worth it. OK, we'll see you in a couple of hours."
Snow lay thick on the ground surrounding the airport as the two friends shivered while waiting for Autumn to come through arrivals. Wilting like a snowdrop, face pale and drawn, they ran to her as they spotted her forlorn figure. Her previously silent sobs gave way to heart wrenching cries as her friends both hugged her close.
"I h.h. hate him but I. I love him, I love him so much. What am I going to do," she cried aimlessly. "It's never, never going to work, what an idiot I've been. She is a fucking playboy bunny and he's a player, I've got no chance, I never had a chance really. He's going back to the States. How could I ever think he would want me?!" She was babbling now and Jess and Becca looked at each other shaking their heads and guided her to the car.
"Shush sweetie, let's get you home," said Jess soothingly, putting her seatbelt on as you would a child.
The girls held a conference of war the next day, Becca and Jess having put Autumn to bed when they returned from the airport as they could get no sense from their exhausted friend the night before, her body wracked with sobs.
"Right," said Becca firmly, "start from the beginning. This bitch has been giving you problems and she inferred that she has 'been' with Dean before?"
"Yes, she's always friendly but in a sarcastic over sweet way like she doesn't really mean it, and Dean is always weird around her. I couldn't put my finger on it until after I interviewed her. She said that they go back a long way and he is good in bed..." Autumn explained.
"Ouch," exclaimed Jess.
"Exactly," continued Autumn. "So I had a bit of a row with Dean as I just needed to get away from it all, he went off in a huff, I went back to the hotel, then I thought maybe I had overreacted and should speak to him about what she said and then that's when I saw them together at the arena. He had her pinned up against a wall and she was all looking doe eyed at him and then he went to kiss her and I just ran off and came home."
"Wow, what a bastard," Becca said.
"I dunno Autumn, are you sure he'd do that to you after all the trouble he's gone to get you together?" Jess wondered.
"Well it looks like he has anyway so I'm the idiot again," Autumn replied sadly.
"Has he tried to get in touch?" Jess asked.
"You guys are going to kill me but no, I still don't have his number. We've been together practically all the time for two weeks so it never came up about swapping numbers. I'm glad anyway, I don't want to see him ever again."
Jess and Becca looked at each other and just then Autumn's phone rang on cue.
"Hello," she answered hesitatingly. "Oh Jenny, hi..."
"I'm calling to find out why the hell you posted that very unflattering blog on Scarlett and the company last night!" Jenny demanded.
"What? I..I didn't post anything, I sent you the proofs to check and I, well I had a row with Dean and I got a flight home."
"It could only have been posted from your iPad Autumn. Are you in London?" Jenny asked briskly.
"Yes, but really I swear I did not post anything, I wouldn't..."
"Then meet me at the O2 tonight, I'm just about jump on a plane. Make sure you return all the company equipment, iPad, notes, pass and we can discuss if there is to be any legal action. Good day!" The phone went dead.
Autumn had gone white. "Well, the shit has really hit the fan now. I'm being accused of publishing some negative blog and she's talking about legal action! I swear I didn't send anything out. I've got to go to the show tonight after all and meet up to discuss it."
"We overheard babe. How did that happen? Where's all the stuff they want back?" Jess asked.
"I don't know, everything is a bit of a blur really. I'll check my bag. I can't remember the last time I saw the bloody iPad..."
"Well, look, were all meant to go to the last show tonight anyway, remember? You sent us the tickets last week. Let's all go, you sort out this business with that Jenny lady then you can have it out with Dean after the show. Isn't there meant to be an end of tour party at one of the clubs there too?" Becca said.
"I don't want to see him though," Autumn protested.
"Yes you do," Becca insisted. "He's not getting away with treating you like this, something fishy is going on here and we are going to get to the bottom of it. We've got your back, haven't we Jess?"
"Yes, totally," Jess agreed. "Plus, I'd love to see Roman again," she tailed off dreamily.
"I'd stay away from wrestlers if I were you Jess, they are nothing but trouble," Autumn smiled grimly.