| Amanda and Bryan had been together for what seemed like all their lives, in reality; 4 years. Everything was rosy red and amazing. Even though Bryan was mostly on tour with Westlife, they still had a love so special and they somehow managed to talk to each other every day, no matter where they were in the world. They'd never had a fight in all the four years they'd been together, but that was soon going to change. Amanda enjoyed the sunshine as she walked around Dublin, doing some shopping. Bryan was coming home for a few days tonight, and she was so thrilled about seeing him again. She was smiling to herself as she picked up The Sun from the newsstand, and paid the man who smiled back at her. Without looking at the paper, she put it in her bag, and ran to her bus. Bryan wasn't supposed to be there before another thirty minutes, so she sat down on her little veranda and placed her sunglasses on her nose. She smiled so happily, and opened the paper. The first thing she saw was Bryan, he was standing next to a tall brunette. As she read the title under the picture, she jumped up from her seat pulling off her sunglasses. "What?!" she blurted out, and looked around when she realised she'd said it out loud. Amanda picked up her sunglasses from the floor, and went inside. She opened the newspaper again, and tears ran down her face as she read the article. It told the tale about Bryan having a fling with the brunette on the picture, and now she claimed to be pregnant with his child. This had happened four months ago, when Bryan was in London. Amanda couldn't believe what she was reading. "How could you do this to me?" she whispered and dried her tears with the back of her hand. The doorbell rang and she went to open it, the paper still in her hand. She drew a deep breath and opened the door. Bryan was standing outside, smiling his sweet smile at her. "Hi sweetcheeks!" he said, and walked in. She didn't answer him, just closed the door and slowly turned to face him. "Amanda, angel?" he looked at her, his head slightly tilted. Finally she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes were red from crying. "How could you, Bryan?!? How could you do this to me??" she shouted, throwing the paper at him. He looked at her, lost and bewildered. "How could I what? What is it?" he reached out for her, but she twisted away and went into the living room. Bryan bent down and picked up the paper, and then he saw it. "Amanda," he said, his voice not so steady any longer. "This isn't true, I swear." She looked at him with hurt in her eyes. "Oh really? And you know what the worst part is? You didn't even have the guts to tell me. No, instead I have to learn about it from a newspaper!" she shouted at him. Bryan looked from the paper to Amanda and back to the paper again. He couldn't believe this; he'd never slept with that girl. The story wasn't true. "You know I would never do anything like this, never. This is all a lie, I've never slept with this girl." he said, desperate to explain to her what had really happened. "I don't believe you. It even says she's pregnant. With your child!" she shook her head, and turned away from him. Bryan didn't know what to say, nor do. He was so angry with the girl who had made up this story, and so sad that Amanda, the only girl he had ever truly loved, the only one who meant anything to him didn't believe him. "I'm telling you it's a lie!" he shouted at her back, the anger, sadness and hurt boiling inside him. "Then why would she claim the child to be yours?" she said, her back still turned to him. "I don't know. She probably wants money, and her fifteen minutes of fame. I don't know!" Amanda was crying so hard she was shaking, and Bryan just wanted to put his arms around her and comfort her. "Then tell me this," she said and whirled around to face him again. "Why does the hotel staff say that you were with this girl on that night? Why would they say that if it's a lie?!" she shouted, and her voice cracked into loud sobs. "Will you listen to me? I told you I don't know, they must be lying too. Don't you get that? She's just pulling a trick on me, trying to get money. Dammit Amanda! You know I'm not like that!You know I wouldn't do anything like that, I love you!" he shouted back at her, and he regretted doing so the second the last word escaped his lips. For a few seconds the room fell silent, and she looked at him with big eyes. What had he done? He was releasing all his anger on her; she hadn't done anything wrong. He wasn't angry with her, he was angry at the paper, at the girl, at this big lie. Tears welled up in his eyes, and ran down his cheeks as he saw the flood of tears from Amanda's eyes. "If you would only have told me from the start, I would have forgiven you." she whispered hoarsely, her voice stifled by sobs. "But now I'm not so sure I can. Get out Bryan." she said determined, and pointed to the door. "No, Amanda, wait. Let me explain," he begged. She shook her head. "I don't want to hear it. Now go!" "But� I�" he said, stalling for time. "Get out Bryan!" she shouted, and sank down to the floor shaking with sobs. He walked with his head bent, and tears running from his eyes to the door. His reached for the handle, but paused and turned to her again. "If you don't know me by now, I guess it's all the same whether you believe me or not, but I swear I didn't do it Amanda. I love you," he said through his tears, and walked out the door. She sat on the floor with her back to the sofa and her head in her hands. Why had she blown a fuse like that? Deep inside she knew that Bryan would never do something like that, but the story in the paper was just so convincing. "I love you too," she whispered and wished that they'd never had this fight. Now there were no more the two of them, no more daily phone calls, no more hugs or kisses, no more Bryan. |