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Chapter 44

As Cassie lent against the door she closed her eyes tightly as a few hot tears leaked down her cheeks. She tried as hard as she could to block out all of the sounds around her as people laughed and talked in the back stage area. She covered her face with her hands and growled to herself. She honestly couldn’t believe that Bam had dared to make her feel this way when all along he knew how Ville felt about her, not only that he had actually made a bargain with Ville to hand her over when he was done with her. She knew it probably didn’t happen exactly like that, but she was pissed off and right now she needed to think that Bam had treated her like a possession, like something he could hand off when he was finished otherwise she really couldn’t comprehend what was going on with this situation they seemed to be trapped in.

She could feel her cheeks stinging from the salt in her tears but she couldn’t stop them. She was beginning to get angry at herself now, she hardly ever cried normally, not anything like the way she had over the last few months. Definitely not anything like the way she was sobbing right now, standing in a hallway, her hands covering her face. Slowly she let her body slide down the wall until she was sat on her ass on the cold floor. She was, at that moment completely unconscious of the fact she was wearing a nice dress and was sitting on a floor that she distinctly remembered the soles of her high heels sticking to as she had walked that way earlier that night.

As she sat there, for what seemed like an eternity, she listened hard to the sounds coming from the door next to her. While she could make out several angry male voices, she couldn’t always clearly distinguish which was which. Except for once, when she clearly, and without any doubt, heard Ville’s voice shouting “You fucking bastard, how fucking dare you!” closely followed by a banging. She sat still, a dilemma running in her head, she really should go and see who had tried to hit who, because she knew that would be what the banging and thumping around she heard would have been. On the other hand she didn’t want to go back in there, didn’t want to get back into the middle of this fight, she didn’t want Bam to make her feel even smaller, even more worthless and degraded than she felt right at that very second. She could feel her mind racing as she thought tonnes of pointless things.

The first pointless thought that came to her mind was that maybe Bam was right, maybe she was a whore. Maybe it was her that was in the wrong after all. But she knew deep down that wasn’t right. Yes, she had used Bam for sex, but at that point she had thought he wanted the same thing, so really what could she have done, aside from reading his mind, to have avoided this situation?

Pointless thought number two came in the form of a thought that caused Cassie to actually feel her heart break just a little as she thought it; maybe she should just end things with Ville, for the sake or hers and Ville’s friendships with Bam. But she; couldn’t do it. She knew that know she had Ville it was going to take something a lot more than Bam to take him away from her again, and she figured that Danni probably wasn’t done with Ville yet anyway. There was another thought that occurred to her, she didn’t ruin Bam and Ville’s relationship as such. Bam was already angry at Ville for the way he let Danni treat Cassie, so in a strange way Cassie felt that absolved her of the destruction of Ville and Bam. They had been on rocky ground long before she and Bam had ended.

After that her mind went blank. She was at a complete and total loss. Every situation, every conversation and argument she could think of all ended the same: either Ville or Bam hitting the other. That wouldn’t get them anywhere, but from the sounds of the inside of the dressing room that was exactly what they were doing at that very moment. The best thought that Cassie could come up with was if she went back home, back to Finland and left Bam with the guys, then maybe, just maybe, he and Ville could repair their relationship without her there as a constant reminder of why they hated each other right now. She knew Ville wouldn’t have it that way, she knew he would sooner send Bam home, but she would try and suggest it anyway.

Although there was the unknown factor of Cassie not knowing if Ville even wanted to set things right with Bam. She knew she did, as the guilt she felt over his current state would be too much if Ville sent Bam home and she never heard from him again, knowing how distraught he was. She knew that Bam didn’t really hate Ville, he couldn’t hate him. The only reason she felt so strongly about this is that Bam had never actually told Ville he hated him, whereas he had spat those words at Cassie only a few moments ago. Then she realised, Bam knew that this was going to be the eventual outcome of their relationship. Cassie thought to herself that must be why he’s so angry with her, that he had hoped she would pick him instead.

She stood up. There was nothing to be gained now from sitting on the floor and going over and over things that had already happened, already been said. It was too late to change those. But she’d be damned if she gave up trying to fix things. She pulled her phone from her bag and dialled a number, listening impatiently to the dial tone as she paced back and forth.

*****

“Why can’t you just let her be happy Bam?” Ville shouted. He was walking closer to Bam now, a look of anger painted on his face, his eyes shining with pain that it was his best friend that was breaking his girlfriend’s heart.
“Fuck off!” was all Bam said. He seemed more sober now, but whether the alcohol had actually worn of or it was just his own rage that made him more coherent was a mystery.
“Bam, please, you have to drop this. You wanted this to happen, let them be happy.” Mige said from beside the door.
“Look, my problem is with him, so just stay out of it” Bam snapped, not removing his eyes from Ville’s as he spoke. By this time Ville stood right in front of him, between Bam and a small wooden coffee table. He towered over Bam in his seated position on the sofa.
“No Bam, we won’t stay out of it. Ville is our friend, and so is Cassie and I’m not going to watch you tear them apart when they’ve only just got together” Linde added to the conversation. Bam just scoffed finally ripping his gaze away from Ville’s.
“Please, you know as well as I do, she’s a whore and soon she’ll get bored of him and go running to the nearest dick.” Bam spat. No-one said a word, but everyone apart from Bam clearly saw Ville clench his fist, and every one of them watched the anger inside him colour his cheeks.
“And you know that every time you fuck her she’ll be missing me, and sooner or later she’ll realise that you are not worth her time. Probably when she comes home to find you fucking some random skank.” As Bam said this, a giant grin spread across his lips. He was trying his hardest to hurt Ville.
“You fucking bastard, how fucking dare you!” Ville screamed as his hand flew forwards and connected with Bam’s chin. Seconds after being knocked back from the force of the punch Bam was on his feet.
“Why the fuck do people keep punching me!” He shouted as he pushed Ville backwards and watched as he crashed through the wood of the table. Ville lay still for several seconds, long enough for bam to grow concerned that he had seriously done him some damage. Bam bent over Ville as he lay still but recoiled in shock as Ville came to and immediately launched another punch, this time connecting with Bam’s chest. From then the two men continued to brawl, each throwing punches and kicks and slamming each other off of walls and obstacles in the room, at one point Bam even bit Ville in the forearm as Ville tried to get him in a head lock. Despite the best efforts of the four other men gathered in the room they couldn’t break them apart. Not only were they worried that one of them might kill the other but Cassie still hadn’t returned and they were worried she might have run off, which would make Ville’s anger at Bam all the worse.

As the brawl continued, and Cassie finished her phone call, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wiped her hand across her cheeks in an endeavour to remove and tear trails from her mascara, but without a mirror there was only so much she could do. When she decided that she would have to do as she was, she faced the door and put her hand on the handle. Again she took a deep breath before turning the handle, as she knew that the fight inside the room was still going on. She felt a little better, but her phone call hadn’t really been helpful…more reassuring that being with Ville was what she was meant to do. Finally she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted her so very nearly caused her to burst into a fit of giggles. As she looked into the room she saw her friends all standing against the wall, looks of utter helpless confusion on their faces. At that precise moment Ville was on Bam’s back, with his arms wrapped around Bam’s neck in some sort of twisted death hug, while at the same time Bam was trying his hardest to grab Ville either by the hair or by his shirt so he could pull him over his shoulders. All throughout this they were shouting obscenities at each other and it really was all Cassie could do not to laugh. She greeted the guys and watched for a few more moments as she tried to decide what she should do.

“Hey, idiots!” She shouted. To the shock of all present they stopped what they were doing, however each kept a hold on the other one, Ville had his hand tangled in Bam’s hair and Bam had a tight grip about the neck of Ville’s shirt. Both of them turned their eyes towards Cassie and as soon as Ville registered it was her, and noticed the tear trains on her face he tried to jump down from Bam’s back, forgetting Bam had a hold on his collar. He did succeed in ripping his shirt and falling flat on his face. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran to Cassie.
“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked, taking her hands in his. She nodded as he softly kissed her on the cheek. Bam, at that point, opened his mouth to say something, and judging from his expression it wasn’t anything nice.
“Shut up” Cassie said simply before he had a chance to start. He tried again to open his mouth and again she shot him down.

“No, Bam, this time you’ll listen to me. Now sit your stinking ass down, shut your mouth and listen to me” Cassie said. She was radiating authority so Bam did exactly as she said, and walked away and took a seat back where he had been before. Cassie took a seat at a small dining table on the opposite side of the room, where Ville joined her. The rest of the guys just looked at her, waiting to be told what to do.
“Guys, it’s up to you, but you might be better off going for a drink down the street or something. I’ll call you when we’re done and we’ll meet you” She said, in a tone much closer to her usual sweet tone. The guys just nodded, except for Burton who mouthed “are you okay?” to which Cassie just nodded. They left in single file shortly after that.
“Now, we’ve got some stuff to sort out.” She said again in her firm tone. She took a deep breath and prepared to begin.

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Chapter 44

As Cassie lent against the door she closed her eyes tightly as a few hot tears leaked down her cheeks. She tried as hard as she could to block out all of the sounds around her as people laughed and talked in the back stage area. She covered her face with her hands and growled to herself. She honestly couldn’t believe that Bam had dared to make her feel this way when all along he knew how Ville felt about her, not only that he had actually made a bargain with Ville to hand her over when he was done with her. She knew it probably didn’t happen exactly like that, but she was pissed off and right now she needed to think that Bam had treated her like a possession, like something he could hand off when he was finished otherwise she really couldn’t comprehend what was going on with this situation they seemed to be trapped in.

She could feel her cheeks stinging from the salt in her tears but she couldn’t stop them. She was beginning to get angry at herself now, she hardly ever cried normally, not anything like the way she had over the last few months. Definitely not anything like the way she was sobbing right now, standing in a hallway, her hands covering her face. Slowly she let her body slide down the wall until she was sat on her ass on the cold floor. She was, at that moment completely unconscious of the fact she was wearing a nice dress and was sitting on a floor that she distinctly remembered the soles of her high heels sticking to as she had walked that way earlier that night.

As she sat there, for what seemed like an eternity, she listened hard to the sounds coming from the door next to her. While she could make out several angry male voices, she couldn’t always clearly distinguish which was which. Except for once, when she clearly, and without any doubt, heard Ville’s voice shouting “You fucking bastard, how fucking dare you!” closely followed by a banging. She sat still, a dilemma running in her head, she really should go and see who had tried to hit who, because she knew that would be what the banging and thumping around she heard would have been. On the other hand she didn’t want to go back in there, didn’t want to get back into the middle of this fight, she didn’t want Bam to make her feel even smaller, even more worthless and degraded than she felt right at that very second. She could feel her mind racing as she thought tonnes of pointless things.

The first pointless thought that came to her mind was that maybe Bam was right, maybe she was a whore. Maybe it was her that was in the wrong after all. But she knew deep down that wasn’t right. Yes, she had used Bam for sex, but at that point she had thought he wanted the same thing, so really what could she have done, aside from reading his mind, to have avoided this situation?

Pointless thought number two came in the form of a thought that caused Cassie to actually feel her heart break just a little as she thought it; maybe she should just end things with Ville, for the sake or hers and Ville’s friendships with Bam. But she; couldn’t do it. She knew that know she had Ville it was going to take something a lot more than Bam to take him away from her again, and she figured that Danni probably wasn’t done with Ville yet anyway. There was another thought that occurred to her, she didn’t ruin Bam and Ville’s relationship as such. Bam was already angry at Ville for the way he let Danni treat Cassie, so in a strange way Cassie felt that absolved her of the destruction of Ville and Bam. They had been on rocky ground long before she and Bam had ended.

After that her mind went blank. She was at a complete and total loss. Every situation, every conversation and argument she could think of all ended the same: either Ville or Bam hitting the other. That wouldn’t get them anywhere, but from the sounds of the inside of the dressing room that was exactly what they were doing at that very moment. The best thought that Cassie could come up with was if she went back home, back to Finland and left Bam with the guys, then maybe, just maybe, he and Ville could repair their relationship without her there as a constant reminder of why they hated each other right now. She knew Ville wouldn’t have it that way, she knew he would sooner send Bam home, but she would try and suggest it anyway.

Although there was the unknown factor of Cassie not knowing if Ville even wanted to set things right with Bam. She knew she did, as the guilt she felt over his current state would be too much if Ville sent Bam home and she never heard from him again, knowing how distraught he was. She knew that Bam didn’t really hate Ville, he couldn’t hate him. The only reason she felt so strongly about this is that Bam had never actually told Ville he hated him, whereas he had spat those words at Cassie only a few moments ago. Then she realised, Bam knew that this was going to be the eventual outcome of their relationship. Cassie thought to herself that must be why he’s so angry with her, that he had hoped she would pick him instead.

She stood up. There was nothing to be gained now from sitting on the floor and going over and over things that had already happened, already been said. It was too late to change those. But she’d be damned if she gave up trying to fix things. She pulled her phone from her bag and dialled a number, listening impatiently to the dial tone as she paced back and forth.

*****

“Why can’t you just let her be happy Bam?” Ville shouted. He was walking closer to Bam now, a look of anger painted on his face, his eyes shining with pain that it was his best friend that was breaking his girlfriend’s heart.
“Fuck off!” was all Bam said. He seemed more sober now, but whether the alcohol had actually worn of or it was just his own rage that made him more coherent was a mystery.
“Bam, please, you have to drop this. You wanted this to happen, let them be happy.” Mige said from beside the door.
“Look, my problem is with him, so just stay out of it” Bam snapped, not removing his eyes from Ville’s as he spoke. By this time Ville stood right in front of him, between Bam and a small wooden coffee table. He towered over Bam in his seated position on the sofa.
“No Bam, we won’t stay out of it. Ville is our friend, and so is Cassie and I’m not going to watch you tear them apart when they’ve only just got together” Linde added to the conversation. Bam just scoffed finally ripping his gaze away from Ville’s.
“Please, you know as well as I do, she’s a whore and soon she’ll get bored of him and go running to the nearest dick.” Bam spat. No-one said a word, but everyone apart from Bam clearly saw Ville clench his fist, and every one of them watched the anger inside him colour his cheeks.
“And you know that every time you fuck her she’ll be missing me, and sooner or later she’ll realise that you are not worth her time. Probably when she comes home to find you fucking some random skank.” As Bam said this, a giant grin spread across his lips. He was trying his hardest to hurt Ville.
“You fucking bastard, how fucking dare you!” Ville screamed as his hand flew forwards and connected with Bam’s chin. Seconds after being knocked back from the force of the punch Bam was on his feet.
“Why the fuck do people keep punching me!” He shouted as he pushed Ville backwards and watched as he crashed through the wood of the table. Ville lay still for several seconds, long enough for bam to grow concerned that he had seriously done him some damage. Bam bent over Ville as he lay still but recoiled in shock as Ville came to and immediately launched another punch, this time connecting with Bam’s chest. From then the two men continued to brawl, each throwing punches and kicks and slamming each other off of walls and obstacles in the room, at one point Bam even bit Ville in the forearm as Ville tried to get him in a head lock. Despite the best efforts of the four other men gathered in the room they couldn’t break them apart. Not only were they worried that one of them might kill the other but Cassie still hadn’t returned and they were worried she might have run off, which would make Ville’s anger at Bam all the worse.

As the brawl continued, and Cassie finished her phone call, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wiped her hand across her cheeks in an endeavour to remove and tear trails from her mascara, but without a mirror there was only so much she could do. When she decided that she would have to do as she was, she faced the door and put her hand on the handle. Again she took a deep breath before turning the handle, as she knew that the fight inside the room was still going on. She felt a little better, but her phone call hadn’t really been helpful…more reassuring that being with Ville was what she was meant to do. Finally she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted her so very nearly caused her to burst into a fit of giggles. As she looked into the room she saw her friends all standing against the wall, looks of utter helpless confusion on their faces. At that precise moment Ville was on Bam’s back, with his arms wrapped around Bam’s neck in some sort of twisted death hug, while at the same time Bam was trying his hardest to grab Ville either by the hair or by his shirt so he could pull him over his shoulders. All throughout this they were shouting obscenities at each other and it really was all Cassie could do not to laugh. She greeted the guys and watched for a few more moments as she tried to decide what she should do.

“Hey, idiots!” She shouted. To the shock of all present they stopped what they were doing, however each kept a hold on the other one, Ville had his hand tangled in Bam’s hair and Bam had a tight grip about the neck of Ville’s shirt. Both of them turned their eyes towards Cassie and as soon as Ville registered it was her, and noticed the tear trains on her face he tried to jump down from Bam’s back, forgetting Bam had a hold on his collar. He did succeed in ripping his shirt and falling flat on his face. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran to Cassie.
“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked, taking her hands in his. She nodded as he softly kissed her on the cheek. Bam, at that point, opened his mouth to say something, and judging from his expression it wasn’t anything nice.
“Shut up” Cassie said simply before he had a chance to start. He tried again to open his mouth and again she shot him down.

“No, Bam, this time you’ll listen to me. Now sit your stinking ass down, shut your mouth and listen to me” Cassie said. She was radiating authority so Bam did exactly as she said, and walked away and took a seat back where he had been before. Cassie took a seat at a small dining table on the opposite side of the room, where Ville joined her. The rest of the guys just looked at her, waiting to be told what to do.
“Guys, it’s up to you, but you might be better off going for a drink down the street or something. I’ll call you when we’re done and we’ll meet you” She said, in a tone much closer to her usual sweet tone. The guys just nodded, except for Burton who mouthed “are you okay?” to which Cassie just nodded. They left in single file shortly after that.
“Now, we’ve got some stuff to sort out.” She said again in her firm tone. She took a deep breath and prepared to begin.