So this is quite a huge update... just to bring the drama in and everything. It's also totally all over the place
There's going to be a big twist in the next few chapters. Can you guess what it is?
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HertfordshireAlyssa looked around the table, butterflies eating away at her insides. From one end of the table to another she was facing a whole Wilshere family epidemic. His mother and sister sat scrunched up together chatting between themselves occasionally looking towards her, his father sat to one side of them reading the latest issue of 442 episode and his brother sat feeding his nephew, his stoic looking girlfriend looking bored as fuck at the side of him.
“So Alyssa,” Mama Wilshere spoke up, “Jack tells me you’re... studying now.”
“Uh yeah,” She nodded, “I am.”
“Journalism, right?” Tom Wilshere looked up, a small smile creeping on his face. At once she nodded, “I was wondering how that had worked out for you. How did that placement work out? Was it with...”
“Grazia,” She recalled, “It went well. It only lasted a fortnight but they said they’d give me references if needed and that-”
“Yawn,” Jack sighed leaning back on his chair, “There’s no need to boast, babe. Long story short, you made a few cups of tea for the big wigs and they offered to commend your tea making skills.”
A snort came from one end of the table and Alyssa felt her cheeks burn.
“I think it’s awesome,” Tom flashed her a dimpled smile, “You read Grazia, right J?”
“Uh, yeah,” His girlfrtiend replied, “It’s okay, I guess.”
“I’m happy for you Lys,” He nodded, “It’s a big deal. It’s all about building you experience. You never know what that could lead on to.”
“Why on earth does she need experience?” His mother laughed, “You don’t need magazine experience to raise children and attend football matches, do you?”
“Exactly what I said ma,” Jack shrugged, looking at Alyssa, “It’s not like you’re desperate. I can give you everything you need. If you get desperate, just do a column like Gerrard’s missus does.”
“And what about building my own career?”
More laughter.
“Career?” Mrs. Wilshere asked, “Darling your career is as Jack’s other half. That takes enough maintaining as it is.”
“Well, I disagree,” Alyssa shrugged, “I’d like my own thing. I mean kids are great but I want to feel like I’m doing what I love too.”
“Are you saying you love your career more than my son?” Mrs. Wilshere raised an eyebrow,
“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” Alyssa bit back in annoyance, “It’s a different kind of love. It’s about having a love for yourself.”
“I see,” She nodded, “So by not going out and writing obnoxious articles, I have no self worth?”
“Come on ma,” Tom pressed, “That’s not what she’s saying.”
“I know exactly what she’s saying!” Mrs. Wilshere exploded.
Alyssa stepped outside running a hand through her hair. She felt a hand on her back and turned to see Tom standing there, “I’m cool.”
“Are you?”
She sighed.
“Are you happy with my brother, Lys?” He asked, “Cos when I look at you I don’t see someone in love, I see someone who’s trapped.”
“I’m 19 years old,” She scoffed, “I’m hardly trapped.”
“I hope you’re not,” Tom replied, “You can change the world if you’re given the right tools... and I don’t think my brother, as much as I love him, can prove you with them.”
She looked up at him in shock.
“Don’t be middle aged with regrets,” He patted her shoulder, “Do what you got to do.”
And he turned walking back inside leaving her to think things through.
LiverpoolSanna slammed the wine glass down on the bar, ordering another.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Mikel whispered, “What did Alex say to you?”
“Nowt for nosies*,” Her words slurred,
“San,” He whispered, “Come on...
tell me.”
She looked up at him and sighed, “I’m going to end things.”
“Now?”
She nodded, “I needed dutch... American... whatever this shit is... courage and... I got it. so I’m going to do it.”
“Are you sure about this?” Mikel asked, “I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”
“The only thing I regret is that there’s no such thing as a mercy killing in this country,” She replied, “Now leave me to do this Arteta... you can’t stop me.”
“There’s my husband!” Sanna slurred holding her arms out and heading towards Fernando who was stood deep in conversation with Pepe Reina and Steven Gerrard.
“Darling,” Fernando spoke nervously, “Drunk?”
“Just a tiny... bit,” She replied holding a hand out,
“We’ll leave you to it,” Pepe winked as the two guys left the couple,
“Dance with me,” She grabbed his hand, “I feel like dancing with my LOVING husband.”
“Maybe later babe,” He smirked, “Let’s, uh, get you home. You’re a mess.”
“Are you ashamed of me Fernando?” Sanna asked, “I’d hate to think I don’t live up to your standards.”
“Of course not,” He shrugged, “But maybe we should...”
"I know..."
Fernando turned a deathly pale and he looked down at his wife in shock.
"Happy anniversary babe," She snarled, “You’re not the only one who's been playing away."
"What are you talking about?" He frowned, “Sanna... I...”
She shook her head backing away from him and placing a hand on her hip. His eyes then travelled towards Mikel standing in the corner. He looked back at her and his eyes widened, "Him?"
"What's up? Hurt? Humiliated?" She snarled,
"How could you do this to me?" He snapped,
"How could
I do this to
YOU?!" Sanna exploded, "You got your sister to lie for me, cover up your perverted little affair with miss everything. You're a scumbag!"
"No!" He shook his head, “You don’t understand...
Baby-”
"Yes," she hissed, "I don't know what I ever saw in you."
“If you’d just let me explain and calm-”
“What?” She asked, “Calm down? Let’s face it Nando... this marriage was doomed to fail as soon as you fell into bed with the first one.”
“The first one?” His face drained of colour, “I...”
“I know,” She swallowed hard, “I’m not blind. I know about all of them... and I stayed because I thought I could change you. How deluded was I?”
“I love you San,” He grabbed her hands, “No matter what you’re the woman I love. You share my name, you share my house, you are the mother of my children.”
She bit back a sob, “Is that supposed to comfort me? Am I supposed to be greatful? Oh well thank you
SO FUCKING MUCH for being such a saint, Fernando. Is it too much to ask that you just... stay faithful to me?
Just me? Am I really that bad that you have to go elsewhere.”
“No,” He croaked, “No... of course you’re not. You’re perfect. You’re too... too good for me.”
“If this is good for you, I’d hate to be bad for you,” She looked down,
“Sanna please, let’s talk about this?” He pleaded, “I know I’ve been shit but I promise... I’ll change. I can’t lose you.”
“You lost me a long time ago Fernando,” She shook her head, “I know that and you know that.”
Fernando stepped outside, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through his contacts list. He pressed the phone to his ear taking in a deep breath as he waited for an answer.
West LondonCamila hopped off of the bed grabbing her I-Phone and smirking, sitting on the edge, “Finally Torres... I was beginning to think you were dead.”
“I hope you’re happy with yourself,” Came the hostile snarl that made her heart sink,
“Wh- what?”
“You told Sanna, didnt you?”
“No.”
“Well somebody did! And it sure as hell wasn’t me.”
“I didnt tell her anything, Fernando,” Camila snapped, “But it’s good that she knows now anyway.”
“What?” Fernando frowned, “Are you kidding? I could lose my kids... I could lose her-”
“You weren’t thinking about losing her when you were fucking me in your car,” Camila replied, “You obviously weren’t made for eachother.”
“Oh and we are?” He laughed hollowly, “You’re nothing but a good time Camila. I think that, Wilshere thought that, everyone thinks that.”
“You’re only saying that cos you’re angry,” She felt her lip trembling, “You don’t mean that.”
“Dont I? Try me.” He hissed, “I’m coming back to London tomorrow... and I don’t want to see you there at all. I want you to leave. You did this.”
“Nando...”
“I mean it Camila,” He snapped, “I don’t ever want to see you again.”
And with that, a ringing tone sounded leaving her devastated. Tears filled her eyes as she looked down at her phone, a picture of she and Fernando emblazoned on the wallpaper, with shaking hands.
After a long drive, Fernando finally arrived at his London Mansion, bleary eyed and shattered. He pushed the door open, walking through to the kitchen and stopping dead as he saw his sister standing there.
"Hey you're back," She spoke through mouthfuls of food, "How was the reunion?"
He scoffed.
“What's up with you?” Charley asked, “Your fancy woman dump you?”
“Get out,” Fernando hissed,
She scoffed, “What?!”
“I said get out!” He roared,
“Fernando!” She gasped in shock, “What’s gotten into you?”
“I want you out of my face, out of my house and out of my life.” He snarled,
“You can't do that!” She shook her head,
“Can't I?!” He laughed bitterly, “Sanna knows. She knows Charley. Everything.
I’ve lost everything!”
“How?” She gasped in horror,
“Don't play the innocent,” He smirked, “Only a scheming bitch like you could have thought of this.”
“I swear I didn't know. Why would I risk ruining those kids lives?” She asked, “I may be a scheming bitch but I love my family...”
“Well if you didn't tell them-” He turned grabbing a conveniently placed bottle of whisky from the side,
“Fernando,” She placed a hand on his back but he lashed out catching her cheek. She clutched it as he stared back at her in horror.
“Shit Charley,” He bit his lip, “I didn’t...”
She shook her head, running out at once leaving him to realise the number of ways he’d managed to fuck up.
Liverpool"He's gone?" Mikel asked as he watched the blonde potter around the kitchen. She nodded, her eyes dull and lifeless, "What's going to happen now?"
She turned to him, "I don't know." She shivered, "He had to return for training but he said... he's going to come back. That we have to talk."
"Do you want to?" He asked, "Talk to him?"
"I wish I'd never met him," She looked down, "And I wish my head didn't hurt so much right now... It's not enough my hearts breaking but-"
"Hey," He pulled her in for a hug, "It's going to be okay, I promise. He's not going to hurt you again, I'll make sure of it."
"How can you be so sure?" She asked looking up at him, "You don't know what he's like."
"I know that I said I'd be there for you," He wiped her eyes, "And that's what I'm going to do."
LondonCharley took a seat next to the river and hugged her knees looking out. She dabbed at her eyes. Never before had she let anyone see her cry and she wasn’t about to do it now...
“Hey look who it is,”
She turned sideward’s slightly as Conor approached, hands buried deep in his pockets. He took a seat next to her and looked at her with a smile,
“Are you sure you should be talking to me?” She sniffed,
“well,” He smirked running a hand through his hair, “You look cold.”
He placed his jacket over her shoulders and she smiled in spite of wanting to cry, “Still a gentleman I see.”
“Yes. It's a hard job but someone has to do it,” He deadpanned,
she nodded in agreement.
“
Penny for ‘em?” He asked,
She sniffed feeling her shoulders begin to shake in spite of herself, “Everybody hates me.”
“No,” He shook his head,
“They do,” She started to sob, “I-I just want him to be proud of me... Them to be proud but all they see is what I done wrong, not what I do right.”
“Hey,” He hugged her tight, “C’mon... it's not that bad I'm sure.”
“Wanna bet?” She pursed her lips,
“Don't be sad,” He tightened his jacket around her looking down at her, “I hate when you're sad.”
She looked down and he wiped her eyes. She trembled and closed them.
“There... See,” He smiled, “No more tears.”
“Why are you so nice? You’re always nice to me and-” She shivered against his touch.
“Don't say you don't deserve it Char.” He shook his head, “It breaks my heart when you say that. You do. You really do. You just need to let people in more. You’re a lovely girl.”
“You’re the only one who seems to think so,” She replied,
“That’s cos I’m the only one who has the honour of knowing you,” He nudged her, “The real you. let that you out, huh?”
She nodded biting down on her lip nervously and he pulled her in for a hug.
Giorgina walked away. She’d seen enough. Of course she’d have to be incredibly naive to think he was just ‘going for a walk’. There had to be an ulterior motive. And it was always her.
She came to a halt as a car pulled up along her side, “Gi... hey.”
“Hey Aaron,” She gave him a tired smile,
“Need a ride somewhere?” He asked, “I’m heading your way.”
She nodded rushing around and climbing in the car, closing the door after her and staring ahead.
“Everything okay?” He asked her,
She smirked, "Peachy."
"Has something happened?" Aaron frowned, "Have you and Conor had a fight?"
"When is he going to learn what she's like?" She blurted out,
"I'm confused," Aaron frowned, "What who's like?"
"Charley!" she bit, "She's filth Aaron. Trash and he’s-"
"Whoa hang on a sec since when did Conor-"
"Ask him," Giorgina fumed, "Last I checked he was sat by the river with her. Very romantic."
"You've probably got the wrong end of the stick..." He shook his head,
"I get it. Bros stick together huh?" She smirked,
"No. Gi if something was going on I'd tell you," Aaron frowned, "Honest."
She gulped, "I know."
"He loves you," he patted her shoulder, "Anyone can see that."
“Yeah,” She nodded, “So I keep hearing.”
“He’d be mad not to,” He placed a hand on her knee, “You’re amazing.”
She looked up at him and he shrugged, “Thank you.”
"Listen I'm sorry I can't help but-" Conor scratched his head as they walked along the river bank,
"I get it," Charley nodded, "Your girlfriend hates me."
"Fiancée," Conor corrected her, "She doesn't hate you Char."
"I'm not stupid..." She shook her head, "I know what people think of me."
"Are you guna be okay?" He asked,
"I'll be fine," She nodded, "I always am."
"I know," Conor smiled, “You’re a trouper.”
“That’s me,” She replied stopping and hugging him, “Thanks for listening to me Hendo. And good luck for the game tomorrow.”
He pinched her cheek and smiled, “Anytime Char, anytime.”
ChesireAdam opened the door. “Charley...”
“Is this a bad time?”
“Uh no come... come in...”
Charley walked in, “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Uh-huh?”
She closed her eyes. He pulled out a chair and sat her down.
“So I've Been kicked out...”
“-by Fernando?” He asked with a frown,
She nodded, “I know you don't know me that well but-” she looked up at him, “I figured I may as well try cos... Not a lot of people like me around here.”
“I doubt that,” He folded some hair behind her ear,
“It's true,” She looked down and her lip trembled, “If you can't then... it's cool.”
He answered with a small kiss which she deepened. He pulled away leaving her shaking.
“ I have a spare room that we don't use. You can have it for as long as you need it,” He spoke barely above a whisper,
“You’re sure?” She asked, “It’s a lot to ask and... I’ve probably been cut off after Fernando tells mum and dad what happened and-”
“Don’t worry about anything,” He replied, “You can trust me.”
She looked up into his eyes and smiled, “Thank you.”
If only she knew then what she was getting herself in for...
