Rafa marched out of the room which he had spent time and money on reaching feeling distressed, angry and disappointed. He knew that Sophie was not acting like herself because of the tragedy which had befallen her but he was sure that he could have been shown a little more respect seeing as he had flown all the way there wasting the time which he needed to practice on grass with. Toni had not been happy with him for going away for a girl.
"Don't chase girls while you are still on tour," He had advised "You know what happened between you and Xisca."
Xisca had broken up with Rafa after a long relationship because she couldn't handle the constant travelling and sitting in tennis stadiums. That was three years ago now and it had crushed Rafa to the point of retiring from tennis to pursue her and rest his destroyed knees. He was glad that he hadn't retired although he still missed Xisca every hour of every day. Maybe Toni was right, for now his career had to come first. He would keep his promise and wait until three o'clock but he had a feeling that she wouldn't change her mind. She wouldn't come to Mallorca and they would never see each other again.
I angrily marched out of the room soon after he did. I was so annoyed at how he had, in my eyes, tried to force me to come to Mallorca with him. I thought that it was unreasonable for him to tell me to live where he lived even though he would hardly ever be there. My head was just so messed up, unsure of what to do. Part of me rather wanted to move to Mallorca, to live out the rest of my days in the blistering heat but I knew that was a dream that would never come true. If I moved to Mallorca I would have to spend every spare moment working just to pay my rent. As I walked down into the city of Manchester I felt many eyes on me, most of then directed at my chest seeing as my tank top was still wet. I didn't much care for my shame was momentarily obliterated. I was going to do something that I had not done since I was eighteen, attempt to drink my troubles away. I found the nearest supermarket and went to the alcohol section immediately picking up a twelve pack of cheap beers. I took my ID from my pocket knowing that I would be age checked due to my size. I paid, showed my ID and left. Feeling absolutely free I decided to withdraw some more money. £300 to spend on clothing in Monsoon.
In the end I chose a £125 dark purple dress, a £150 set of diamond earrings before going to get my hair cut shorter.
I walked back to the hotel with everything I had bought, my troubles momentarily forgotten as the excitement roamed free. Without friends, without family I felt that I could do whatever I wanted without being judged. Maybe I should just live in the hotel for the rest of my life and go out on weekends to buy splendid dresses.
Back in my hotel room I tried on my dress and earrings straight away. They were absolutely beautiful and I felt like a queen wearing them. I frowned as I realised that I had forgotten to get shoes to go with. I popped open a can of beer and started to drink. It was then that I realised how much I had missed the old drink and somehow I could not stop myself from taking can after can after can.
It was three o'clock and Rafael Nadal was standing outside the door to Sophie's room ready to find out the truth. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked a bit more loudly.
"Sophie?" He called. There was still no answer. He checked the door, it was not locked meaning that Sophie was most likely in there. Probably ignoring him.
"I haven't got time for this." Rafa told himself quietly before opening the door and walking inside.
"Oh my God Sophie what have you done?"