I sat on the pavement tears gushing down my face, hailing the nearest taxi. My sobs thickened, I climbed in to the taxi slowly. Mascara ridden tears soaked my cheeks, leaving salty trails of black.
I managed to gasp out between tears "Th- The The Airport please"
The taxi ride was long, slow and quiet. Leaving me trapped, alone with my thoughts. My sad reflection was ghostly white in the dirty window. My hair was a matted mess, and my eyes were red and bloodshot. But f you looked closely enough you could see that they contained a truly broken soul. I almost blamed myself, for being so stupid to think a man such as Roger would ever settle for someone like me. Why would he do this to me? How could he after knowing everything about me? Why would he do this? Questions flew around, never leaving my head, as I played with the fabric of my stupid gorgeous dress that I had put so much effort in to.
I stumbled out of the taxi, frantically throwing a few notes at the driver. I slammed the door and looked at the airport looming above me. It no longer symbolised hope and a new start. It was betrayal and hatred. I stumbled my way to a payphone shivering in the growlingly cold night air. I punched in the number of the only person I wanted to talk to right now. The cold ring echoed eerily a few times before the receiver at the other end clicked and picked up
"Hello?"
"Hey- Hey Mary" I sniffled down the phone "It's Evie"
"Hey Evie... darling is everything okay?" Mary's warm voice sounded down the phone
"No. Not really" I breathed "I just saw Roger, with Chrystal" Tears began streaming down my face again as the image replayed over and over in my head
"I cant do it again Mary. I really can't" I cried now tears washing over me "It's all coming back, everything with Paul. Roger makes-- made me so happy. But I can't be humiliated like this, not again"
"THAT BITCH, Roger is such an idiot" Mary yelled, her warm tone taking on a sinister tone "When she gets back here. I swear to god I'm gonna wring her fucking neck. I may look pretty. But I can fight"
I laughed coldly, the warmth not quite filling the sound in my mouth.
"Hey look Mary. I better go" I said quietly down the receiver. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the receiver leaning my back to the phone and letting the tears flood my face once again. I shivered the night drawing in a cold gale. I sighed and wrapped my arms around my body, aware I was still dressed in my party dress. The sight of it now made me sick. Looking up at the menacing airport looming before me. I took a few steps toward it, my legs still trembling and my heels clopping loudly in the silence of night. It was late, hardly anyone was here. Apart from a group of men dressed in suits who looked as if they were in LA on business.
I settled myself in to a nearby chair, shifting trying to find some sort of comfort in the lumpy , old seat. I wrapped my arms around myself defensively. I felt weak and helpless, fatigue was clouding my head. Making my eyes droop and head lull back involuntarily. I drifted in to a jerking restless slumber, Dominated by nightmares.
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The blistering sunlight streaming through a large glass exterior window awoke me the next morning. I rubbed the back of my neck, as it was crippled slightly with last night's uncomfortable sleep. I stood up, attempting to smooth out my wrinkled dress.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!" I heard the familiar voice shout and saw Holly shouting angrily at Paul Prenter. Who was looking a little ruffled from the harshness in her tone, she was never a fan of the man.
"FUCKING DO SOMEHTING I DON'T CARE WHAT" she screamed again as Paul rushed outside making an anxious phone call. She looked stressed beyond belief. Her brow was furrowed and she was rubbing her temple back and fourth in a fast rhythm. Her eyes finally left the floor and a new emotion flooded her face as we made eye contact. Relief. She ran over to me looking a little angry at me.
"Evie what the fuck did you think you were doing? You scared me ha-" I took one look at her and burst into tears again. My shoulders shaking uncontrollably. She pulled me in to a tight hug and stroked my hair gently.
"Shh shh. Hey, Hey its okay. What's wrong babe?" She questioned, her brow furrowing again in concern. I cried louder in to her shoulder burrowing my head deeper in to her neck, she was soaked with my tears as she stroked my hair soothingly.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me now. But lets get you changed out of that dress. I have some spare clothes in my bag you can borrow" She said smiling affectionately, and leading me toward the airports bathroom. She pulled out a cloth and gently wiped of the mascara that had been dribbling down my cheeks. She then handed me a soft tank top and a pair of caramel flares. I quickly slipped off my dress and threw on the clothes she had given me. Looking in the mirror and sweeping my hair in to an unruly high ponytail. I gave myself a broken smile in the mirrors reflection. Before turning to look at Holly and hugging her tightly again
"Thank you Holls. But can I ask you one more favour?"
"You know you can Evie. Anything for you" She smiled warmly
"Can you keep Roger away from me. I don't want to speak to him or see him right now. I just can't do it" I said welling up a little again, before blinking the tears back and placing my well practiced deathly stare on.
"Of course. You will need to move seats though. There is only one spare one left, and you are not gonna like who you have to sit next to" She grimaced
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I stepped on to the plane. I had successfully avoided Roger the entire way through security. Chris and Holly had acted as my bodyguards, making sure I wasn't shattered by running in to him. I stepped on to the plane the large sea of seats looming before me. I made my way to 63B where I was sat. Awaiting my arrival was Paul Young, the other man who had broken my heart. He smirked at me and patted the seat next to him. I sighed rolling my eyes and sank in to the seat next to him
"Well Hello Evelyn. I heard you requested a move" He plastered the ugly smirk on his face "I guess you missed me then" I exhaled loudly in response, I was not in the mood for this.
"Or maybe you are annoyed about something...more specifically someone" My heart began pounding
"Fuck off Paul" I said sin a deathly low whisper
"Ah so you finally found out about Roger and Chrystal then? Evie for how smart you are, you can be incredibly slow"
"What the fuck do you mean finally"
"Oh god Roger was and Chrystal were always together. If you ask me they have been sleeping together for the best part in the tour" He smirked looking me up and down "Couldn't keep him satisfied huh Evie?"
"Fuck off Paul" I said lowly
"I mean it never was you-"
"I SAID FUCK OFF" I screamed at him drawing attention from most of the people surrounding us. I couldn't care less at this point. I just wanted to get home and forget this had all ever happened.
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The plane ride was slow and painful. Paul made it worse, constantly making feeble attempts to spark a conversation between the two of us. I was beyond relived when the plane finally landed. I quickly grabbed my hand luggage Holly and Chris had thrown together for me and disembarked the plane as soon as possible. I cautiously made my way through to where the bags were dispatched and saw my bag winding toward me. Its bright pattern making my head hurt. I leaned forward to get it, humphing it off of the carousel. Before turning round to meet Roger's piercing glare
"Evie what is wrong? Can we please just talk?" He looked at me his eyes pleading with me, i knew if he kept talking I'd give in.
"Roger I can't do this. Not again. I can't let myself get hurt like this again" I said, beginning to walk away.
"Evie wait, please wait" He said his tone pleading as a tear rolled down his cheek. I drank in every single beautiful detail of him. Wishing it could be different
"Goodbye Roger" My voice cracked as a tear rolled down my own cheek before I walked off again to greet Chris and Brian who were taking me home. To where I could start over, but never be the same.
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Brian drove. I was sitting silently in the back seat as he and Chris politely tried to make some form of conversation. I didn't oblige, I was broken. I didn't know if I would ever be the same again. Everything inside me ached and yearned for Roger, even though I knew I couldn't have him. He didn't want me in the same way I wanted him. He would always want something more or someone else.
As we approached my apartment I quickly hopped out the car mumbling a quick "thank you". Then heading to my door dragging my bag behind you
"Hey Evie!" Chris called after me, turned around slowly to meet her worried gaze
"I am gonna call tomorrow. You better answer or I am coming over to kick down that door" She yelled before driving away in to the dull buzz of the city. I unlocked the door to my apartment, it looked duller. The once bright throws and cushions not as prominent as they used to. My eyes adjusted as I flicked the light switch. The light didn't seem to hit the same way, casting a yellow industrial beam rather than the soft glow it used to. The doors to my balcony had lost their magical feel as I went to open them timidly, rather than throwing them open as I usually did. As I opened the doors I stepped out on to my cold, lonely balcony. The once bustling city no longer radiated the electric energy it used to. Now it was just a noisy, annoying burden to me. I steeped back inside and hoped I would find some form of relief in my haven. My sewing room.
I pushed open the door tentatively, the fabrics all hung on the walls. Limp, frail and lifeless. No new ideas sparked in my head as they usually did. The sewing machine that was normally my safety it seemed to look at me mockingly. Questioning my every move. I backed out of the room in a dizzy panic. On the fridge I spotted a polaroid, of Roger and I from when the band found they had booked their tour. I was sitting in his lap, pressing a huge kiss to his cheek. He had his arms securely wrapped around my waist, he told me he would never let go. His smile was wide and beaming straight in to the camera. His hair was slightly ruffled and his shirt unbuttoned, we looked so happy. My eyes were welling with fat tears, they soon erupted and poured down my cheeks in salty waterfall. I sat on the floor and let it all out until my chest felt raw and empty.
Roger had no idea how much pain he had caused me. At this moment, I couldn't see my future
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After I couldn't cry anymore I dragged myself up from the floor, my breath still quick in my chest. I padded to my bedroom and changed in to a soft, silky night gown. The only one I hadn't worn in front of Roger yet. I traipsed to my freezer and lifted out a tub of ice cream, grabbing a spoon from the cutlery drawer. I went and sat on the sofa, sinking happily in to the nest of blankets and pillows I had created. Burrowing in deeply I grabbed the TV remote and flicked it on quickly. Skimming through the channels, my eyes finally rested upon one
'GREASE'
flashed up on the screen as the soundtrack began blaring noisily. Tears fell down my cheeks once again
I was damaged, badly damaged
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