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all at once. I can't get away from the fight I've started. “I've just found out in the past few weeks the woman I was dating for six months was a child star. She was one of the hottest stars in the mid-nineties. I was dating someone I had pinned on my bedroom wall when I was seventeen and I had no idea!”
    What?
    I stop and turn around. Of course he knew. He must have at least suspected something, surely? But then I think back to when she appeared in my dorm room on the first day of college and so didn't look anything like her character from the sitcom she'd just quit. The character had a rock chick blonde hair cut, she was super tall and always wore some form of figure hugging leather or lace. But not Ashleigh. She had chocolate brown hair, barely any makeup and always wore jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt. She went out of her way to blend in and draw as little attention to herself as possible.
    She didn't tell me who she was until she turned up at my mom's New Year's Eve party looking like she belonged on the front cover of a magazine I had volunteered at the summer before college. I thought it was obvious. So maybe Wayne hadn't recognized her after all?
    “I didn't know who her mom is,” he shouts at me like Ashleigh's lies were my fault. “Her name's not Valentina and she never let me meet them so how was I supposed to connect the dots from 'they're kind of well known.' But it just proves to you, doesn't it? No matter what she said about not being fair to me and wanting to give our relationship a real shot, Ash was just stringing me along. I was never good enough for her.”
    How dare he? How can he stand there and say all this stuff about not being adequate when he didn't want her? He wanted me.
    “What's wrong, babe?” I hiss. “Have you just realized you picked the wrong friend after all?”
    The back of a hand whips across my face so fast I don't see it coming. Pain screams through the side of my cheek as the force throws me back. I hit the wooden floor with a thud.
    Did that really just happen?
    No. It couldn't have. I close my eyes for a second. When I open them I'm still sat on the floor. My ass is smarting from the shock of landing with a thump. My cheek starts to throb. It did. He'd just hit me!
    I have to leave.
    I have to get out of here. I scramble to my feet. I need to get somewhere so I can think about what's just happened. I turn my back on whatever he's saying. I'm so confused I can't really hear him. Without so much as looking at him I grab my bag, my keys and I head for the door.
    “Jules.” He's quick as he steps around me. He blocks my path.
    “Move!”
    “Where are you going?”
    “Just move!”
    “Please.” He grabs my arm and I look at his hand and then at him. He lets go like my eyes have invisible lasers that burn him. “I'm sorry. Please let's talk about this.”
    “Get out of my way.”
    “It's been hard at work,” he admits in little louder than a whisper. As though that's an excuse for hitting me. It's not. “And I can't talk to you. You know I can't but... I love you. Please don't leave me. I'm sorry.”
    “Fucking move!”
    I can't believe he hit me. I run out of the apartment and climb into the car so fast. The tires screech against the asphalt as I swing the vehicle backwards from our parking space. There's only one person I know who can make me feel like this really isn't as bad as I think it is. So I drive towards the Valentina's house in Bel Air.
    The roads are deserted so the drive should be relatively quick. But my car starts to pull to one side. The wheels feel unbalanced. I pull over and the brand new tire's flat. I check my bag and realize I haven't got my cell phone. Damn it! My palms slam against the steering wheel. I will not cry. But I'm stranded on an empty road... and I don't know how to change a tire. I've never done it before... And my fiancé's just hit me... tears well up in my eyes. This day really sucks!
    Out of nowhere a car pulls up behind me. The