Chapter 5
I sat in the makeup chair, whilst
Angie applied my mascara and fixed the finishing touches to my makeup, glancing
back to the mirror I wondered when I began to look so tired. The tour had begun
three weeks ago, and so far I had only had two nights off. The show itself was
huge, within Europe Robbie had a huge following of fans, many of which couldn’t
speak much English but they managed to sing along with all of his songs. They
all desired this pin up who was currently sat on a couch behind me in adidas
sweat pants and a port vale football top mumbling to himself.
“I’m still the boy next door,
That’s if your Lord Lichfield and
Roger Moore
Have I gone up in the world?
Have I gone up in the world?” he
sighed coming to a halt in what he was singing, and I chuckled, making him meet
my eyes in the mirror. “Oh fine laugh,” he joked.
“No sorry I just thought of something
funny, sing that last line again,” I said and he gave me a sceptical look,
“Just sing it,” I said raising my voice slightly, and he did what he was told.
“Have I gone up in the world,” he
sang.
“Or has the world gone down on me?” I
replied which made him laugh.
“Hey I like that, you’re sacked by the
way, for taking the piss outta’ the boss,” he joked, whilst picking up The Sun.
“Yeah whatever, you begged me to come
on this tour, don’t think your gona’ replace me that easily,” I laughed but he
was too engrossed in an article. Angie finished my make up and I vacated the
seat for Robbie but he was still reading his paper so I sat down next to him
and it was then I saw what held his attention. There was a picture of Paris
with bruises to her face and a title that accused Nick of assault.
“Fucking bitch,” I whispered which
made Robbie look at me.
“So he didn’t do it then?” he asked
which pissed me off even more, if Robbie believed it there were bound to be
others who believed it too.
“No, he wouldn’t, it’s not him,
fucking bitch,” I yelled the last part of the sentence, how fucking dare she?
Things had obviously become sour in the relationship and she was looking as a
way out as an injured party, if she wanted fucking abuse I would fucking give
her some. Then again, I did warn him, god willow bitch alert. Even though he
had been an ass he didn’t deserve this, even though he hadn’t called or emailed
but then again neither have I. Grabbing my phone off the table I dialled his
number, but as it rang I bottled out, he probably wouldn’t have answered anyway.
My phone rang a familiar ring tone which I hadn’t heard in almost
a month.
“Under da’ Sea
Under da’ sea
Darling its better
Down where it wetter
Take it from me.”
Just as I was about to answer it, it abruptly stopped, I
considered ringing her back but decided against it she was probably only
calling to say I told you so and I really didn’t want to hear it. Sighing I
picked myself up from the couch and walked to the fridge disgusted with the
lack of food it held within. Closing the door I lent my head against it and let
the cool steel soothe the ache that was pumping in my head.
The phone rang again but I let the machine get it.
“Nick? It’s Dad, don’t know whether you got my last message but we
really need to know if your coming to the wedding, give me a call ok?...... I
would really like it if you came, give me a call,” I heard the dial tone before
the machine cut off and sighed again before walking over to the phone and
deleting the message.
Yeah like I would be going to that, B.J and I were sticking
together and avoiding the situation, Leslie had chosen to live with Mom, and as
always the twins had sided with Dad. So again it was me stuck in the middle,
trying to be neutral for the sake of my siblings and avoiding both my parents
like the plague. Why did life have to be so complicated?
I glanced into the mirror across from me and was disgusted with
the reflection, running my hand through my hair I picked up the phone and
dialled a familiar number, waiting for a reply.
“Yeah it’s me, you doing anything today?” I asked after the voice
had answered. “Cool can I come over? Have your hair clippers ready,” I said as
I hung up and grabbed my keys from the side as I walked towards the garage.
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