One week later
“Open up you lazy fuck.”
The pounding on my bedroom door sends vibrations through my skull. “Fuck off Chris,” I shout, as I pull the pillow over my head trying to drown out the noise. My head is fucking killing me. This week has been hell; most of it has been spent staring at the bottom of a bourbon bottle.
“Open up or I will kick in the fucking door,” Christian yells again. Then silence as I hear muffled talking behind the door. Maybe he got the point. I don’t fucking want to be around anyone.
“See Christian, I told you the sliding doors would be open, you should have listened to me in the first place.” I hear Vanessa’s voice and it jolts me awake. How the fuck did she get in?
“Well, it would have been more dramatic if I kicked in the door. Walking in now seems like such a let down.” Why is Christian in my room?
“Fuck this place stinks, when was the last time you had a fucking shower, Evan.”
Pulling the pillow tighter over my head, I mumble, “Go away.”
“Fuck Ness, he is pathetic. Who knew Evan Wyld would be this cut up over some pussy?”
“Ouch. Fuck Ness that hurt.” I hear him grumble.
“That pussy is my best friend so fucking watch what you say, okay.”
“Bet she isn’t lying in bed all day, she’s probably having fun hanging out with hot French guys in Paris.”
Why the hell won’t he shut up? I don’t want to know what Sienna is doing and with who.
“From what I hear, Sienna spends most of her time sick. Derrick’s worried about her. She can’t seem to stop throwing up. She fainted the other day when they went out shopping, cut her head open on the cobblestones. Lucky she didn’t need stitches.”
That bit of information gets my attention. I slowly sit up in bed, my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the glass doors; the bastards have pulled open all the curtains.
“Is she okay?” I ask.
“Finally, sleeping beauty has awoken,” Christian jokes.
I flip him the bird, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“No, she’s not, Evan and if you ever fucking loved her you would be flying your sorry ass over there and making it better. The both of you are as miserable as each other.”
I frown at her. “She humiliated me, Ness. I’m sure Beau is looking after her, she’s his problem now.”
A plastic water battle hits my chest. “Ouch. What the fuck Ness?”
“You fucking asshole. She never wanted Beau. Yes, she went about dealing with him the wrong way, she should have told you. But she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. In all honesty, she never wanted to see him again but thought that maybe she needed closure so she could focus on the future she wanted with you. This whole tour she only had eyes for you but your ego is so massive that you can’t get over yourself long enough to remember what you had and that it wasn’t worth throwing away because of some stupid picture taken out of context,” Vanessa shouts, while standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.#p#分页标题#e#
“She betrayed me, Ness and I know she is your best friend so of course you are going to take her side.”
Vanessa let out a frustrated growl. “Believe what you want Evan, but she loves you.” She says as she storms off out of my room.
“She’s a scary woman,” Christian smiles, sitting on the bed beside me. “But dude, you need to get out of this room, you have missed meetings in regards to the label. We’re all just worried about you.”
“I know, I promise I’ll get my shit together.”
Christian smiles, slaps me on the back and nods in agreement.
***
Two Weeks Later
“Hey, Charlotte how are you going?” I answer my phone after a hard session at the gym.
“Great, I’m just getting ready to photograph Yvette’s show.”
I could hear the excitement in her voice; Charlotte was so worried after Sienna and I broke up that Sienna would kick her off the show, but apparently Sienna contacted Charlotte and told her that whatever happened between us had nothing to do with her and her ability to do a job. I know most women probably would have been a bitch to Charlotte to get some revenge on me, but Sienna wasn’t like that. Fuck, I miss her.
The last two weeks being apart from Sienna have been tough, especially the media attention. It’s been a blessing and a curse. I have been able to see pictures of her in Paris. Seeing how pale she was and that she had lost some weight made me feel sick, but how could I trust her after what she had done. I just keep reliving that photo of her and Beau over and over again.