I sat in my chair at our tent waiting. My phone started ringing and I slipped it out of my pocket. I saw Mike's number and smiled. I held it to my ear and answered. "Hey," I said softly.
"Kay', I've looked through his phone," Vic said.
"I thought I told you to ask him,"
"I tried but he told me to stay the fuck out of his business," Vic explained.
"Oh, so what happened next?"
"I tried to tell him about what you said but he told me to stay the fuck out of his sex life,"
"That's not good," I muttered.
"So I took his phone while he went for a shower,"
"And?" I urged.
"Nothing. There's no texts or calls,"
"Hmm . . . Okay. Thanks Vic,"
"Cool," he said and hung up. I put the phone in my pocket and looked up. I saw a woman walking towards me. She had dark hair, blue eyes and was very petite. She stopped and tried to smile.
"Hello," I smiled warmly back.
"I have an appointment. Are you Kayleigh Playa?"
"Hi, yeah I am,"
"I'm Sasha Monroe. We spoke on the phone,"
"Sit down, Sasha," I said gently. She sat down in front of me and after a second took my hand.
"Sorry, it's just so good to meet you in person. You have such a reassuring face," Sasha said.
"Thank you," I told her. "Do you want to talk to me more about the cause of your problems?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "He just makes me feel so broken," she muttered and wiped a tear away.
"You're not broken. You just need to find your strength,"
"I tell myself that. But I can't stop thinking about him and what he did,"
"Shall we go over it. Or will it be too painful?" I asked carefully.
"I can't say his name,"
"Okay. Shall we call him Guy?" I asked and she nodded.
"When I saw him he was always so changed. Guy would always be drinking and high. He never stopped. I just knew he was sleeping around,"
"What did you do about his ways?"
"I couldn't do anything. He told me when he saw me that if I did anything he'd tell everyone the things we did. He said he'd show people the pictures I sent him when he was away. He was so nasty, Kayleigh," she explained.
"It sounds like he was blackmailing you, Sasha. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"He would say such mean things. I told him I was worth better and he said I couldn't leave. Whenever I saw him he would hit me. He got violent," she cried.
"How did things end?"
"He dumped me. He said he deserved better than me. So he just left me. I don't want him back, never. But I just know he's destroyed me,"
"You can get better. You don't need to worry about that coward anymore. He was manipulative and you're better than him," I told her. She wiped her eyes and nodded. She looked down at her watch and her eyes shot up in alarm.
"I need to go!" Sasha exclaimed.
"You still have ten of your thirty minutes," I reminded her.
"I'll come back soon. I'm travelling the same route for work," she explained.
"Well, you can always call me," I told her. Sasha smiled and turned. Then Abby and I watched her run away into the crowd. Abby looked at me before biting her lip to hold in laughter. I smiled back at her and took a breath to calm myself. "I'm going on my lunch," I giggled. I walked out of the tent and found Mike waiting for me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He smiled at me and bit my lip a little. I sighed happily and rested my head on his chest.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just had a really weird session," I told him.
"I hope you're okay," he said and kissed me again.
"I am," I smiled.
"You're going to hate me," he muttered.
"Why?"
"I've got to go to a meet and greet," he told me.
"I do hate you,"
"I know," he nodded seriously. "But after we can go get dinner. Real dinner, not catering,"
"Italian?" I asked hopefully.
"Fine," he frowned.
"You need to get over your thing against food that doesn't contain chilli," I said. "And bring your own hot sauce, I'm not having you asking," I frowned.
"Sure," he laughed and kissed me. We pulled away and he took my hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently.
"No signing boobs," I told him.
"I don't," he defended. I looked at him disbelievingly.
"No, you just look," I rolled my eyes.
"One time," he groaned.
"Sure," I muttered playfully. "I'll see you later," I told him and reached up to kiss him a last time. He squeezed my hand and let go.
"Bye," he waved. Mike walked away and I watched him. Then I started walking over to catering. I reached the entrance and spotted Alan. I grinned and he turned around. He grinned back at me and I laughed.
"Yo!" I called.
"Yo! My homie!" Alan called back. I reached him. Then we bumped fists and chest bumped one another.
"Where you bin at bitch?" Alan asked in his 'ghetto voice'.
"Hey player, having a motherfucking session in my tent,"
"Another messed up shortie or some full player?" Alan asked.
"Some bitch who had a motherfucker telling her some next stuff and turning her into a travesty. You get me?"
"Yeah, yeah," Alan nodded.
"Can we stop now?" I questioned, going back to normal.
"This is the longest we've gone," Alan commented.
"Wow,"
"You hungry?" Alan asked.
"Starving,"
"Come on," he urged. Alan took my hand and we walked into the catering tent together. We got in line and I grinned up at him.

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