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thinking,” I reply lamely, shutting the laptop so he won’t see what I’m looking at.
“What’s going on, Syd? I’ve been watching you all day; you’re upset about something, is it last night?” Drew has that look that I love on his face, open and honest, truly concerned about me. I can’t burden him with this right now. Especially not after last night. The Old Sydney standby method of coping rears its ugly head… denial.
“No babe, I’m fine. Let’s go. I’m pretty tir ed.” I stand up and grab my stuff. As I turn to head out, I don’t miss seeing him stiffen up and mash his lips together.
He knows I’m completely and totally full of shit .
Chapter 9
We get in late from filming, both of us exhausted. It’s been a long twenty-four hours. With the incident outside the restaurant, Kiera trying to bait me with her words, and the fight between me and Drew in the hotel room, we’re both pretty wiped out.
“Shower with me?” I ask Drew once we say goodnight to Steve and shut the door behind him.
His tired eyes dart up to mine, I see uncertainty in them.
“Just a shower, babe, I’ll scrub your back for you.” He hasn’t touched me since before we left for our ill-fated date. Not that we’ve had tons of time alone or anything. Last night, Drew was just too angry and too drunk.
“You go, I’ll get one later,” he says in an emotionless voice. Drew heads into kitchen, grabs a bag of ice from the freezer and sits on the couch with it pressed against his bruised knuckles , checking his phone with his other hand.
I swallow nervously, forcing back the tears that I feel creeping up behind my eyelids from his rejection. “Okay,” is all I can manage as I flee for the bathroom where I can fall apart in private.
Drew is still out in the living room when I finish getting ready for bed. I can’t take another dismissal, so I don’t bother asking him if he’s joining me. Instead I grab my purse from where I discarded it on the floor near the closet and pull out my phone. I need help. I can’t deal with all of this by myself and I start to feel the panic rising from my chest. I quickly skim through the contacts and take a deep breath before dialing.
“Sydney?” T he voice on the other end is confused by my phone call. Especially since the difference in time zones puts it squarely in the middle of the night on the East Coast.
“Hey, I think you need to fly out here tomorrow. We need, well, we’re going to need your help .”
“I saw what happened on the evening news. He won’t take my calls. He won’t take Quentin or Rhys’ calls either,” the person responds. So, they didn’t get to yell at him about fighting a fan on the street.
“I know, it’s …things aren’t going well,” I say miserably. “I’m really at a loss here. I seem to be making things worse, not better. I was hoping you could help me turn it around for Drew. He’s so angry all of the time.”
I hear a long sigh come a cross the earpiece of my iPhone. “Anything, Sydney. I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. I was going to be coming in next Monday anyway.”
“Thanks, I’ll be waiting here for you.” I click off the phone and toss it onto the floor.
Snuggling up under the covers alone, I cry myself to sleep.
Chapter 10
I wake up early the next morning. Too early. It’s still pitch black out. I peek over at the clock on the nightstand,
5:53am
Wonderful. I turn to wrap my arms around Drew and find a big empty space. Sitting upright, I notice that the covers are rumpled some. So he was in the bed with me at some point.
I get out of bed, pull on one of the fluffy hotel robes and head into the bathroom. I stand staring at the girl in the mirror. I look like complete crap. I have dark circles under swollen puffy eyes, my hair ratty and tangled from showering and going straight to bed last night, even my skin is pale and unhealthy looking. Pulling the robe tighter I quickly freshen up and get ready
“What’s going on, Syd? I’ve been watching you all day; you’re upset about something, is it last night?” Drew has that look that I love on his face, open and honest, truly concerned about me. I can’t burden him with this right now. Especially not after last night. The Old Sydney standby method of coping rears its ugly head… denial.
“No babe, I’m fine. Let’s go. I’m pretty tir ed.” I stand up and grab my stuff. As I turn to head out, I don’t miss seeing him stiffen up and mash his lips together.
He knows I’m completely and totally full of shit .
Chapter 9
We get in late from filming, both of us exhausted. It’s been a long twenty-four hours. With the incident outside the restaurant, Kiera trying to bait me with her words, and the fight between me and Drew in the hotel room, we’re both pretty wiped out.
“Shower with me?” I ask Drew once we say goodnight to Steve and shut the door behind him.
His tired eyes dart up to mine, I see uncertainty in them.
“Just a shower, babe, I’ll scrub your back for you.” He hasn’t touched me since before we left for our ill-fated date. Not that we’ve had tons of time alone or anything. Last night, Drew was just too angry and too drunk.
“You go, I’ll get one later,” he says in an emotionless voice. Drew heads into kitchen, grabs a bag of ice from the freezer and sits on the couch with it pressed against his bruised knuckles , checking his phone with his other hand.
I swallow nervously, forcing back the tears that I feel creeping up behind my eyelids from his rejection. “Okay,” is all I can manage as I flee for the bathroom where I can fall apart in private.
Drew is still out in the living room when I finish getting ready for bed. I can’t take another dismissal, so I don’t bother asking him if he’s joining me. Instead I grab my purse from where I discarded it on the floor near the closet and pull out my phone. I need help. I can’t deal with all of this by myself and I start to feel the panic rising from my chest. I quickly skim through the contacts and take a deep breath before dialing.
“Sydney?” T he voice on the other end is confused by my phone call. Especially since the difference in time zones puts it squarely in the middle of the night on the East Coast.
“Hey, I think you need to fly out here tomorrow. We need, well, we’re going to need your help .”
“I saw what happened on the evening news. He won’t take my calls. He won’t take Quentin or Rhys’ calls either,” the person responds. So, they didn’t get to yell at him about fighting a fan on the street.
“I know, it’s …things aren’t going well,” I say miserably. “I’m really at a loss here. I seem to be making things worse, not better. I was hoping you could help me turn it around for Drew. He’s so angry all of the time.”
I hear a long sigh come a cross the earpiece of my iPhone. “Anything, Sydney. I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. I was going to be coming in next Monday anyway.”
“Thanks, I’ll be waiting here for you.” I click off the phone and toss it onto the floor.
Snuggling up under the covers alone, I cry myself to sleep.
Chapter 10
I wake up early the next morning. Too early. It’s still pitch black out. I peek over at the clock on the nightstand,
5:53am
Wonderful. I turn to wrap my arms around Drew and find a big empty space. Sitting upright, I notice that the covers are rumpled some. So he was in the bed with me at some point.
I get out of bed, pull on one of the fluffy hotel robes and head into the bathroom. I stand staring at the girl in the mirror. I look like complete crap. I have dark circles under swollen puffy eyes, my hair ratty and tangled from showering and going straight to bed last night, even my skin is pale and unhealthy looking. Pulling the robe tighter I quickly freshen up and get ready
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