I had all these plans for the future and in an instant they all disappeared overnight. I woke up in the middle of the night as a song idea was playing around in my head. Leaving a naked Sienna in my bed was hard. But these words were floating around in my head and I needed to get them down. I had finally finished getting them all down and I hadn’t realized how long I had been awake until I noticed darkness had turned into light. I called down for some coffee and a light breakfast as I still had more words I wanted to write. The newspaper was delivered with breakfast, so I opened it up as I dug into my omelette and drank my coffee.
I turned to the entertainment section and there in full color was a picture of Sienna kissing some man with a headline that read:
Dirty tEXas.
It couldn’t be true. When the hell did she have time to meet some random guy and hook up with him? We have been with each other nearly 24/7. I read the caption:
Beau Willams, Sienna’s ex-husband is in town dodging his own scandal.
Now that the truth has come out will these two lovers reunite?
Where does that leave Evan?
Pacing around the room, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. No, no this couldn’t be right. Staring at the picture I studied it, the more I did I realized it was her. Then it clicked. When I asked her where she was yesterday she tensed up. Fuck, it’s true. My heart felt like it had been ripped out. Why the fuck did she tell me she loved me?#p#分页标题#e#
Reading further down the article reveals how Beau isn’t the father of the child. It is, in fact, his very own father that fathered that child. It states that Diana and Phillip set Beau up so he thought the baby was his. Fuck, that is screwed up. If Beau isn’t with Diana, does that mean he still wants Sienna?
Fuck, he still loves Sienna. He has come back to get her back and it looks like she wants him too. I mean the kiss looks pretty convincing. Fuck. I kick the chair over in anger. Never again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Yep, shame on me for thinking Sienna was any different to all the other fucking girls hanging around me. She was just waiting for Beau to come back to her. She fucking lied to me yesterday, telling me she went shopping; she fucking lied. Storming into the bedroom, I rip the covers off of a sleeping Sienna. “Get up,” I scream.
Sienna squeals trying to orientate herself, looking up at me she sees that I’m pissed.
“Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my room.”
Sienna is stunned silent for a moment then she scrambles to the end of the bed, following me out into the living room.
“Evan, what the hell is going on?”
I can hear the tears catching in her throat, picking up the newspaper I shove it in her face.
She takes a moment to look at the picture. “Evan, it’s not what you think, please let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain, Sienna, pack your shit and get the hell out of my room. I never want to see you again.”
Grabbing her chest as if I had wounded her she cries, “But, Evan, I love you, please let me explain.”
“You’re just like all those other girls using me for something.”
“Please, Evan.”
“Did you kiss him?” There was silence for a moment “Bit hard to deny it when the evidence is staring you in the face.” I say, waving the newspaper around.
“He kissed me, I didn’t kiss him back I slapped him. Look I will call him and get him to explain.”
She seriously wants to call that fucking bastard. I pick up the dining room chair and throw it across the room hitting the TV. I watch as it smashes on the glass coffee table.
Sienna jumps back in shock.
I am in fucking shock; I can’t believe I just did that.
“Just get the fuck out of my room,” I yell, as I walk into the spare room, slamming the door behind me. I can hear Sienna’s sobs as her footsteps walk through the suite.
A couple of minutes later there is a knock at the door. I hear Vanessa, Derrick and Charlotte. They must have heard me destroying the room. I can hear Sienna, sobbing as she grabs her things. The group is confused by what’s going on until, I assume, she shows them the photo in the paper because the room goes quiet. Then I hear Charlotte calling my name, opening the door to the spare room a little she sees me and rushes towards me.
“Evan, are you okay?” My eyes look up to see Vanessa and Sienna wrapped in Derrick’s arms. They turn and disappear out the door, once I hear the click behind them; I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Evan, seriously you think Sienna would cheat on you?”
I push myself away from my sister. “Seeing the evidence is staring at me in the face, I’d say yeah.”