“That’s all I want to do, Jon. She just needs to give me a chance.”
“Yeah, she is stubborn sometimes. But Max, her ex, hurt her. She thought they were endgame. Then he fucked his co-star, and it really messed Andie up.”
“Fucking asshole,” Baz said.
“Yeah, but his loss is my gain.” I smiled smugly, puffing out my chest and held up my bottle. Both men grinned back and clinked their bottles against mine.
“Right, let’s get this match going. I need to see someone hit someone,” Baz said, picking up another bottle of beer.
We were just settling in for the next match when Jonathan’s phone pinged. He looked down, read the text and I saw the colour drain from his face. He looked up and directly at me with a look of pain on his face.
“Jon, what’s wrong?” I asked, dread forming a large pit in my stomach.
“It’s Andie. She’s been rushed to hospital.”
My heart seized. “I need to get to her.” I jumped up and started pacing the room.
“Already booking you tickets. Go home and get your passport. I’ll get the car service to take you to yours, then straight to the airport.” Jonathan was furiously typing on his phone.
“Are you coming?” I asked him.
“I’ll get cover sorted at the club then follow you out in the morning.”
“Okay.” I ran out of the house to wait for the car.
I hoped she was okay. I paced back and forth along the driveway, my hands shoved into my jean’s pockets. My mind kept conjuring up the worst-case scenarios. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I tried to blink them away. I felt a ball of dread settle in my stomach and my throat felt painful. I needed to get to her, to hold her, to see with my own eyes that she was okay.
“Hey, try not to worry too much. Your mum and the girls are with her. I’m going to head home but let me know how she is, yeah?” Baz said, clapping me on the back.
“I will. Thanks, mate.” I pulled out my phone and tried to call her, but it went straight to answerphone.
The car pulled up and I jumped in. “You know where to go?” I asked the driver.
“Yes sir. Screen up or down?”
“Up please,” I replied and waited until he had put the screen up before I tried to call her again. Still, it went to answerphone. I was about to call my mother when we arrived at my house. My father was waiting on the doorstep. “Dad?” I ran down the steps to our house.
“Your mother just called me; she’s spoken with Jonathan. No time to talk, you have to go. Here’s your passport and a change of clothes, it was all I could grab in the time.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I was all choked up. “Are you okay to have Charlie?”
“Yeah, of course. He’s my grandson I love spending time with him.”
“Thanks, Dad, I’m so worried about her,” I choked out.
“Hey, come here.” He pulled me in for a hug. “She’s okay. Call your mother from the car and she’ll fill you in.” I gripped him harder; I needed his hug more than anything.
“Okay.” I clapped him on the back and ran back up to the car.
“Airport, sir?” the driver asked.
“Yes please, as quick as you can,” I croaked.
“Yes, sir,” he replied and put the screen back up.
I called my mother, it rang once and she answered, “Hey love.” She sounded tired and sad.
“What’s going on, Mum? Jon read a text and told me he’d booked me on the next flight because Andie is in hospital,” I said quickly.
