Torn

Part 12

Fleetwood Mac were about to go on stage for their second to last show on the US leg of the tour. Stevie was alone in her dressing room for a change. There was still a bit of time, but she was fully ready to go. With nothing better to do, she pulled out her journal out of her bag and sat down. She had a lot to get off her chest... No more than five minutes later a knock on the door echoed around the room.

"Come in." Lindsey heard from the other side. 

"Hey." He gave her a small wave, closing the door behind him.

"Hi." Stevie replied, a small smile on her lips. She'd been nervous around him since they saw each other at the airport early in the morning.

"I feel like you've been avoiding me, thought I'd come by, ask why." Lindsey didn't dance around the subject. Although, having this conversation right before the show might have not been the greatest idea.

"Oh, uh, I'm- I'm sorry you feel that way." Stevie closed her journal and put it away, her full attention now on him. "I'm just- I haven't, really." 

"What the fuck is going on, Stevie?" Lindsey just spat it out. "What exactly happened, when you went home after the last show?" He emphasized with air quotes. 

"I did. I did go home." Stevie nodded. "What do you mean, what happened?"

"I'm asking you!" He yelled, pointing a finger at her. "What the hell was that phone call the other night?"

"Wha-"

"Do not ask me, what do I mean, again." Lindsey shook his head. "You sounded so weird. You couldn't get off the phone fast enough."

"That's not true. I was already asleep, when you ca-"

"Bullshit." He scoffed, interrupting her again. "I swear, at one point I thought-" He took a deep breath, clenching his fists. "I thought, I heard you moan or something."

"What? I- no." Stevie lied yet again. "Lindsey, I- I don't know what to tell you." She shrugged. "I went home and went to bed. I was exhausted after the show. What's so unbelievable about it?"

"You know, if you're just playing with me, then I don't want to do this anymore." Lindsey held up his hands as if in surrender. "You win. You've proved once again that I can't say no to you. That I'll come crawling back every single time."

"Lindsey, what are you talking about?" Stevie frowned, her own tone of voice now raised. "I'm the one playing? You're the one, who's married! I'm-" She pointed at herself. "The one, who always accepts your apologies and believes your bullshit promises!" 

"I've asked you if you want to be with me. I've told you, I'd leave my wife for you and you-"

Stevie laughed harshly, shaking her head at him. "I've lost count of how many times I've heard you say that. Yet, there's still a Mrs. Buckingham and a goddamn wedding ring around your finger."

"Well, what did you expect!" Lindsey shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. "We've literally just talked about it. Did you think I was going to tell her, I'm leaving, over the phone? I thought, you'd understand that it's not as easy as that. But of course, what Stevie wants, Stevie gets."

"Oh go to hell, Lindsey." Stevie showed at the door. "Just get the hell out of here. Go back to your precious wife."

"I'm such an idiot." Lindsey scoffed in disbelief. "I-" He began, but stopped. Instead he turned around and reached for the door handle.

"I've slept with Dave." Stevie said before he left. "Twice."

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AN: Doesn't really seem like we're going to have a BN ending anymore, does it? :(