| Chapter Nine |
| Abs: I was still in shock about finding that business card. I had made myself sleep last night instead of going straight to Teresa's. I didn't want ot do anything stupid in the heat of the moment. Now that I had slept, I was still hurt and still mad. As soon as I was dressed I went to her flat. When she opened the door she looked scared and worried. "W need to talk, If I make you late for work, I'm sorry" I said firmly. "No I..I called in sick. Um, come in, I guess" she said shakily as she opened the door wider. As soon as she shut the door I took out the card and calmly asked, Can you please explain this?" I had told myself beforehand to try and stay calm. She stared at her feet, "I am so sorry..." she whispered. "How could you do this?" I said, feeling the mix of anger and hurt rising. She continued to avoid my eyes, "It was my job to write an article. I didn't know when I met you I-" I interrupted, "An article?" "My boss wanted a look into a popstars lovelife and I was new so-" "I thought you cared for me! But it was all some ploy, some act so you could have some gossip?!?" I said, my voice raising. "It wasn't all an act I didn't know when I first met you it all worked out so terribly" she said, finally looking up but not into my eyes. I forced myself to think of what she did to me. Screw being calm. "Is this what am to you? Am I just an article? Just a damn article for a tabloid?!?" I yelled. "No, it's more than that" she said thorugh sad eyes. I couldn't bring myself to believe her. "Please Abs, just let me explain" I glared at her. "I know you hate me but just let me explain and if you still hate me well, it's your choice" I didn't think I could handle or believe her explaination. "I don't have time for you to explain. I've got work to do. I'm sure you do too, go on and work on your article. Your little inside scoop" I said coldly. I opened her door and headed out but looked back one last time, "Don't worry about who you hurt on the way" and slammed the door behind me. Teresa: At the slam of the door I burst into tears. He has every right to yell at me. I knew what a terrible person I was. What made me think I even deserved to be allowed to explain? Why did the sweet, funny, all around perfect guy I met at the airport have to be the target of a cruel tabloid? As I wiped the tears from my face, I realized what I had to do. Chapter Ten... |