Homecoming

Jake Abbot

Wyatt and I were walking out of the dressing room when his phone rang.

“Syd, what’s up?” He answered. She had video called him. I could see a sleeping Winter beside her.

“Is she okay?” I asked, moving into the frame.

“She’s sleeping. We are on the plane, but I had to call you to let you know she had spoken to Tristan. Wyatt, it isn’t good, and I’m worried.”

“What happened?” I demanded, ignoring Wyatt, who was grumbling and cursing.

“Before the plane took off she answered his call. I only heard bits and pieces, but I think she’s done with him. And with her concussion, I need him to stay away until the bleeding has stopped. I don’t need my best friend dying over this asshole.” She exclaimed.

“f**k, I hate that guy,” Wyatt yelled.

“When will the plane land?……