Chapter 13

“Hello Cheyenne”

“Hello Mark.”

“What the hell is wrong with your lip? It’s swollen like hell?” Mark just stood in the bedroom’s doorway, looking her up and down.

“ Oh I have a cold sore, nothing serious. It will be gone in a few days.”

How am I going to go through with this lie ?I feel like a cheap slut.I made a fool of myself with Jon Bon Jovi, I doubt he even remembers my name!

“ Ok, Cheyenne I have a huge hangover so I’m not in the mood for fighting, so I’m going to say this once and only once. I don’t appreciate the fact that you lied to me and gone behind my back and met up with the band. You acted like a groupie and I won’t tolerate it one bit, do you understand me?

Cheyenne couldn’t believe her ears!” Listen let me set the record straight asshole, I invited you, YOU turned me down and suggested that I ask Stacey. If you had gone with me you would have met the band, and see for yourself how great the guys are. They treated us with respect at all times, more that I can say for the way you treat me sometimes.”

Mark came towards her so quickly she didn’t realise what would happen. The blow fell before she could register.

 “Now that’s what you get for being a wise ass!”

Mark turned around and walked out the door. Cheyenne just stood there and rub her cheek.

Oh shit that hurt, he can be a fucking asshole sometimes! This is now the fifth time he lifted his hands to me, and it seems like it is becoming a damn habit. I’ll probably have a fat cheek to go with my fat lip.

She started giggling by herself, but stopped when the thought of Mark coming back to see what she was giggling about.

 They stayed out of each others way for the rest of the day and Cheyenne lay down on the bed and caught up on some sleep.

Tomorrow is a new week and Mondays are never a good day for Mr. Cage.

She woke up a few hours later and decided to take a bath before she started supper.

She was just ready to get out of the bath when the door flew open.

 Mark was standing there, watching her from the doorway, quite obviously drunk. Cheyenne’s stomach clenched with fear.

What is happening to Mark? His drinking is out of control, he stays out late more often .  Maybe he wasn’t happy with his new job, well it didn’t pay very well. In fact his pay is nearly half of what it was. That’s why it hasn’t been going to well with them in the last month or two. A lot of bills weren’t paid and things were just getting worse, but they’ll survive this.

Cheyenne got out of the bath and wrapped a towl around her. Mark was swaying slightly and leaned against the door. She just ignored him and tried to pass him at the door when he grabbed her by the arm.

Cheyenne felt her going cold all over, this is not good. Just one look in his eyes and she knew Mark was far from letting this Bon Jovi thing go.

”What’s wrong Mark?”

“What wrong you fucking ask me what’s wrong? You behave like a slut and you think I should just act like everything is ok?”

 The rage in his eyes were really scaring her now.

“Please Mark let this go. Nothing happened. I told you we met them and when you called me I was already on my way back to the hotel.”