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“I’ll never say those things, April, never. The few weeks I spent with Gemma were better than a whole fucking lifetime with a nasty bitch like you.”
“You will say those things, Jason. You’ll say them or it’s over. I’ll throw you to the fucking wolves, and you can say goodbye to your sponsorships, and your big career comeback at thirty fucking three. You can say goodbye to the house as well, you’ll be fucked. Dragging my name through the mud like this, any fool’s going to award me what’s mine.”
I went through to the dining room, poured myself a big old shot of whisky as she trailed behind. “Gemma’s done nothing wrong. This is that bitch friend of hers again, Chelsea.”
“Who gives a fuck whose fault this is?! It needs sorting out. Us or them!”
I fixed her in the darkest stare. “I’m not going to say a word against Gemma, not for the sponsorship deals, not for the sake of my career, and certainly not for you.”
I think her stare was even darker than mine.
“Then it’s war, Jason Redfern, you dumb fucking shit. I’ll take you for everything you’ve fucking got, I fucking promise you that.”
***
Gemma
I kept away from the windows, counting my breaths. In for seven out for eleven. Don’t fucking lose it, Gemma Taylor, keep your fucking nerve.
I’d already switched the intercom off, turned my phone to silent and disabled my social media profiles. I’d amassed hundreds of messages, reams of venom in mere hours. A nightmare brought to life. My frantic parents on the phone, full of questions I could hardly bear to answer.
Yes, it’s true. Yes, I met Jason Redfern. And I liked him, I really liked him. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all this.
And they’d sighed, and cursed Chelsea and said she’d always been the same. And then they’d told the journalists outside to get the fuck away from their house in no uncertain terms.
I’d fired off just one text before abandoning my phone. Chelsea.
Why? How could you??? I have no words!
I wondered if she felt guilty. Sobbing into her fucking cash, maybe. Lining up the topless shoots, no doubt.
Tessa was white as a sheet by the time she made it inside at the end of college. She stood with her mouth open, gathering her breath before grabbing me for a hug.
“Fucking hell, Gem. I didn’t think she’d stoop so low. Are you ok? It’s like a circus out there.”
And I cried, fuck how I cried, blowing out snot bubbles and past even caring. “How could she? Why?”
“Thirty grand is why. She graced me with a text. Only the one, though. I’m so sorry, Gemma. I didn’t know. She said she was going home to get some space, said she’d be ok on her own. I didn’t even think.”
“It’s not your fault. How could you know?”
“She’s Chelsea Rawlings. Jealousy makes her insane.” Tessa pulled me onto the sofa and stroked my hair. “Remember when you won that summer dance competition? I thought she was actually going to stab you with her twirly stick. If she could have sold you out then for thirty grand it would have happened a lot sooner.”
I snort-laughed through the tears. “She didn’t speak to me for three weeks straight.”
“She’ll come crawling for forgiveness this time, too.”
“She won’t get any. I’m fucking done with her.” My eyes streamed. “The world hates me, Tessa. The whole fucking world.”
“Not the whole world, Gem, just a load of idiots with nothing better to do. It will blow over. I doubt he’ll fuel the fire, he won’t want this to get any worse than it is already. Chelsea’s blabbed what she can, but it’s all her word besides that one cruddy photo, and let’s face it, her word doesn’t count for much.”
“I sent him away, because of this. I let him leave because I was scared, because I didn’t want this, because I didn’t want the world to know my name.”
“I know. I know.” She held me tight but it was no use, nothing could make it stop.
“It happened anyway. All of it.”
“It’s no good thinking about that now, Gemma. One day Jason Redfern will be a distant memory. I promise.”
