Sorry To A Friend

Sorry To A Friend


Denver was true to his word, he didn’t stay long …

He stared into my eyes and said, “I’m so sorry Sinna, we didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know Nick was a jerk? Yeah, surprised us too,” Teal snapped before I could respond.

“Yeah, good one Blue,” he snapped back, his eyes still on me. “We didn’t know about the tabloids,” he said more gently.

“You what?” I frowned at him.

“About the stories they printed … about you being …” he trailed off and looked down, releasing me from his dark gaze.

“A sex addict?” I was amazed by how calm my voice was.

“Yeah, that,” he said relieved.

“Yeah that,” I said like a copycat, feeling confused. “How could you not know?”

Beside him Teal’s face reflected the confusion I was feeling.

“We were caught up doing shows and partying, we didn’t see any of them.”

“Oh. You didn’t see them? Do you find that strange Teal?” I looked up at my friend, my voice curious.

“Well yeah, a bit.” She frowned. “I would think they’d have someone watching their publicity and keeping them informed.”

Denver looked embarrassed but he didn’t look away from me. “They told us not to worry about the tabloids, they had it under control.”

“Right.” I nodded. “Makes sense?” I asked Teal who shrugged, totally unconvinced.

I didn’t really know what point Denver was trying to make and I didn’t really care.

“Well, thanks for letting me know.” I stood up and walked to the door, held it open for him.

He stood up but didn’t move towards me. “Sienna you have to know, we had nothing to do with those stories and if we’d known about them …”

I waited for him to finish that sentence but he didn’t. “You would have what Denver? Called to see if I was okay? Like you did after Nick dumped me on late night television. Oh wait, you didn’t do that either did you.” A strangled laugh escaped me as I shook my head at him. “You’re unbelievable Denver. You think you can come here and tell me some bullshit story and all will be forgiven.”

“It’s the truth Sienna, whether you believe it or not. Yeah, we were idiots just letting our PR team handle it all but we were living the dream -”

“While Sienna was living the nightmare,” Teal interrupted hotly. “Don’t you get it?” She poked him in the chest with her finger. “Sienna was chased by paparazzi. She had to change her phone number. She lost her job!” She yelled the last three words, jabbing him in the chest with each one. “While you were what? Living your rock and roll dream?”

“Teal, enough,” I interrupted and she turned her glare on me. “I think he gets the point.”

She turned to Denver who looked devastated, like he’d been hit by a car.

“Given what Teal has just told you, I think you’ll understand why I’d like you to go,” I said gently.

“I had no idea.” He shook his head and walked over to me, his hands held out in supplication. “I thought it was just a bit of bad PR, a few paps bothering you.”

“No,” I said and stepped out of his reach. “It was much more than just that.” How did you quantify a broken heart anyway?

“I’m sorry,” he said and shrugged. “I know it’s not enough and it doesn’t make a difference to what happened, but I am.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that but I didn’t have to. Teal came to my rescue, sliding her arm around me in support and glaring up at Denver.

“Pretty words Denver. Now you can run back to Nico,” she spat out the name he went by now. “And tell him you tried but we’re not buying it.”

“I came for myself, to apologise to Sienna. Nick has no idea I’m here.”

He looked at me for a long moment but I didn’t react and he finally walked out the door. Teal closed it behind him and we stood there and stared at each other.

“What the hell was that?” She sounded incredulous. “They didn’t know?”

Yeah, that was confusing to me too. How could they not have known? Nick’s family had been in touch with me, his mother had apologised for ‘the misunderstanding’ and assured me ‘Nicky would sort it all out’. That was after his late night television appearance. Then a couple of weeks later when the tabloids had run the first story there had been more apologies. I’d had to change my phone number the following day so I didn’t know if they’d kept calling. It hadn’t mattered by then anyway, the weeks of silence from Nick had said it all.

None of it mattered anyway. “It doesn’t matter,” I said it aloud, an affirmation, a reminder. “He didn’t try to contact me in all that time. Now he’s back in town and what? Thought he’d look me up? Thought he could just stand there and give me that half smile and I’d fall at his feet?”

Then Teal had to go and play Devil’s advocate. “What if he was here for the same reason Denver was? What if he came to apologise?”

What if he was? Could I accept his apology? The way he’d smiled when I’d opened the door flashed before my eyes and the shell I’d started to rebuild around my heart cracked open.

“I think I need more ice cream,” I said with a sigh.


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