Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

“Wives of studio executives, directors, producers, and one was even a pretty well-known actor.”

“I don’t think I want to know the details.” I replied feeling utterly appalled.

“Quite a few husbands found out about him, he destroyed a lot of Hollywood marriages so they labelled him the ‘homewrecker’. There’s articles about him from back then, stories about his ‘conquests’. He upset quite a lot of power men, made a lot of enemies. There were TV shows debating his choice of career apparently, and the affect it was having in the rich Hollywood circles, but we couldn’t find any of those.”

“I think there’s enough video footage already.” I sniped. “Is there anything else?”

“Lawsuits, paternity lawsuits and lots of them.”

“Oh my god” I doubled over clutching my stomach, “So not only has he fucked or fucked over most of Hollywood, but there’s probably hundreds of little Joe’s running around too. I can’t take anymore.” I went to walk out of the kitchen in a daze.

“What are you gonna do Elle?” Robyn asked.

“I don’t know… get on with my life I guess? Spend the next twenty years trying to get over this then try to find myself a decent guy if there actually is such a thing.”

I hiccupped as I tried and failed to take in the enormity of what was happening right now.

“I know one thing though …I never want to see him ever again as long as I live. All…that… makes me feel sick.” I gestured to the laptop to highlight what ‘that’ was when the doorbell rang. My heart jumped into my throat. My head pounded as my body started shaking and sweating. Oh no, he was here. I turned to look at Robyn and Chris pleading.

“He’s here, oh shit, he’s here. I forgot he was picking me up at midday. We were supposed to go away for the weekend.” I was panicking now.

“What do you want us to do?” Robyn asked.

“Get rid of him. I don’t want to see him. Just get rid of him. Please.” I begged and ran up to my room to hide.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I heard the front door open and Chris announce, “Hey Robyn look, if it isn’t Joey M!”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Joe spat out.

“Joey M.” Chris repeated confidently, “That is you right, you know the one that puts the fuck into fitness.”

I heard the door bang against the wall as Joe obviously forced his way past my two friends and into our house.

“You better explain what the fuck you are on about mate, before I completely lose my shit.” Joe shouted.

Chris must have picked up the laptop as he said, “This is what I’m talking about, this shit right here.”

“No!” He called out as if he was in physical pain. “Has she seen this?”

“Yes she’s seen it and she doesn’t want anything more to do with you, so I suggest you leave my house right now.” Robyn stated harshly.

“I’m not going anywhere!” I knew Joe wouldn’t just leave, he always had to put up a fight whether he was right or not.

“Where is she? I need to talk to her. This isn’t what you think it is. I can explain.”

Chris laughed, “How can you explain this? It all seems pretty straight forward to u

s, you’re a dirty hoe bag.”

“You don’t know shit, and I’m not wasting my time with you, I need to talk to Ella. She’ll understand. I just need to explain”

“I doubt that mate she was quite clear when she told us to get rid of you. She’s done with you. Just go. Get out!”

From the sounds of movement and footsteps coming from downstairs Joe was flexing his muscles now and pushing past them to get up the stairs. I had no lock on my bedroom door but I did on my bathroom, so I walked in and locked it.

I sat on the floor against the door in a feeble attempt to stop him forcing his way in, and waited for the ensuing bangs and yelling to start. My bedroom door slammed into the plaster as he stalked into my room and went straight for the bathroom.