Eddies pov
The show was another success. Seattle is my home, but my roots are here in Chicago. I downed a bottle or two of wine on stage, conjuring up a good buzz by time I made it back to my hotel. Desperately needing a shower, but more concentrated on hearing my beautiful girls sweet voice.
The show was fun, but the whole time I kept looking side stage hoping to see her magically appear. I searched her face in the crowed of unfamiliar faces. I remembered that first time I saw her. Bouncing around in the small crowd, mirroring my words and moving her delectable hips to the music. The soft pink blush that eased over her cheeks when my eyes locked on to hers.
I should probably wait until morning to call, but just on the slim chance she's awake, I gave in and dialed her number, only to hear Cornell on the other end of the line.
He's there in her bed, next to her. He was in her bed before I even left Seattle. Sydney never mentioned a nightmare when I called this morning and she certainly didn't mention Cornell was there.
My mind started racing to dark places, imaging scenarios that I had absolutely no proof of and hurting my own feelings. Maybe this is why Sydney wanted to stay back in Seattle. She didn't want to leave him. Maybe she was even awake, and just didn't want to speak to me.
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I continued drinking well into the early morning hours, stewing in my own anger and self doubt. After that less than pleasant phone call I decided to go out, tired of being alone with my thoughts. I looked at the phone in my hand, trying to read the screen.
Eddie: I'm in town. Wanna talk?
605-475-6961: *location pin sent via google maps*
Eddie: on my way
605-475-6961: see you soon xx
I had at least a dozen missed calls from Chris and Sydney. No doubt trying to do damage control. I turned off the device and slid it into my back pocket, temporarily disconnecting myself from the world.
I knocked on the lavish mahogany door in front of me, holding myself up by the door frame. The door swung open unveiling a tall statuesque woman with legs that could wrap around me twice. She took my hand and led my inside her posh home without so much as a hello.
"Hello, Jill."
**Don't hate me 👀**
Also, obviously no hate towards Jill, this is strictly a purely fictional story.
Chapter 21 will be up shortly resuming from Syd's point of view. 🖤
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FanfictionSydney has had a rough life. Coming from an abusive and neglectful junkie mother, and never knowing who her father is she's spent her whole life living off and on the streets and in shelters when need be. She had went from one toxic environment to t...
