Spitfire

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I got into my car replaying the little encounter with Vic's ex, Cameron, in my head.

He's such an asshole. An asshole with an amazing-ly fit body.

Wait what... Ew no. He's my best friends ex husband, what was I thinking. Plus, his body wasn't anything like that guy I had met at the club. Gosh why didn't I get his god damn name or number?! Dumbass Abby!

I got to the place where the photo shoot was being held. There was a big empty parking lot, so I decided to park a few spots away from they grey building. As I walked in I saw my manager, Blaine, standing next to the photographer talking excitedly about something. I greeted Blaine and the photographer and headed straight to my dressing room.after an hour on hair styling and applying make up to my face I was called out.

The photo shoot was for Victoria's Secret so, I was wearing bright blue beaded lingerie. I had been the face of Victoria's secret catalogues numerous times and had opened many shows for them so this wasn't anything new. I was asked to change into a parrot green set after about 20 shots, which I happily did as the beads on the previous one were itchy and uncomfortable.

After 4 long hours of various poses and set changes the photo shoot was finally over.

I silently walked to my dressing room and changed into my clothes.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought about the visit I'd be paying to Mom's grave later on. I sighed, wiping the tear as I threw on my louboutins.

I walked upto my car and sat in. I stared at the deserted parking lot in front of me, as I furiously fought against the tears that threatened to escape my eyes.

I let out a scream. Then another one, as I pounded my fists against the dash board. Mom is buried 10 feet below the ground because Ella and I didn't do anything.

I threw my head back as I let out a wail, that was accompanied by a stream of tears. I pounded my fists against the dashboard until I felt m

knuckles getting red and sore. I caressed them, wincing.

I decided that I better get going. I drove towards the cemetery.

*Ring ring*

I looked at my phone. The caller ID read 'Ella'.

Sighing, I pressed the accept button.

"Hello"       

"Hey Abby"  she said.

"Hi Ella"

We said nothing for a while. Ella then decided to break the awkward silence.

"So" she said, clearing her throat, "did you, um have you..."

"Im on my way" I replied.

"Abby" she whispered.

"Ella please"

"Abby its not our fault ok" she mumbled, her voice was cracking as she struggled to hold back her tears.

"Ella don't start. You know its our fault. We saw it. We saw it all. We had our suspicions. Yet we stayed quiet. Now here we are, 10 years later having this conversation because we didn't do a god damn thing about it. So don't start with your 'its not our fault' bullshit because you know damn well it is"

Ella's breath was shaky as she muttered,  "Abby don't god damn it. Don't blame yourself"

"Us. Blame us"

"Abby" she whined.

"Ella, ill talk to you later" I snapped.

"Oh Abby come" she said, before I cut her off.