No Angel ~ mason mount

S2. Part five

*TW - violence / abuse / mention of child loss*

"Yo mase, is Mouse alright?" Dec approached him, giving him a manly arm round his shoulder.
"I don't know man. I'm really worried, she said she thought she was having a panic attack but she'd be ok after some fresh air, she wouldn't even let me go outside with her. Have I done something?" Mason rubbed his mouth and chin with his hand, blatantly concerned about his love.
"Nah don't be silly, you know if she was upset at you she'd tell you. She used to have panic attacks quite a lot when a lot of people were round, like at my dad and her mums wedding, she had one then and had to go by herself to get fresh air. She'll be fine when she gets in, I'm sure," Dec continued, assuring his best friend. Mason nodded, relieved but still upset that she was going through this anyway.
"Here, have a drink and try and relax. Give her a second to calm down, then I'm sure she'll be back in,"

The summer evening air was surprisingly cold against Maeve's skin as she paced the outside of the building. She only had a dress on - falling just below her knees and clinging to her body, and of course her bump. It was decorated with a pretty marble green and orange pattern and came up to her neck. Of course, she only had trainers on ; her white Air Force 1s.
"Maeve?" She heard a voice call her name from behind her, almost from the entrance gate.
"Hello?" She responded, confused and unable to see anyone through the darkness. But no response. Instead, she heard clambering over the metal gate, as she watched a figure jump over.
"Are you supposed to be here?" Maeve folded her arms, walking towards the gate, still unaware of who owned the feminine voice that somehow knew her name.
"Oh yeah, I urm, I was invited," the girls feet thudded against the floor as she walked towards Maeve.
"Oh, ok. I didn't think we've met before?" Maeve remained confused as to how this person knew her, and how she was invited.
"Oh urm, we haven't met. I've just seen you online. I'm...jacks friend. So I follow all the boys and have seen you in their posts," she scratched her neck, not quite fooling the Dutch girl.
"Right, well enjoy the party," she attempted to smile, trying to end the interaction.
"Party?" The blonde girl queried, it was now apparent that she was wearing a tiny black skirt, a leather bralet and stilettos. Her face was glowing orange, her makeup thick and false.
"You said you were invited?" Maeve asked.
"Oh right, yeah that party," the girl continued.
"Look, are you sure you're meant to be here? If you need to see Jack, I'll get him to come out, but it's clear you shouldn't be at this event," Maeve felt guilty having to be stern, she hated to look like she was abusing her privilege as friends of the England team, and more to a particular player. But immediately, the girls face dropped to a steel look, a smirk forming on her face as she dramatically stepped closer to the girl.
"It's not Jack I need to see. It's you, you bitch," She growled, causing Maeve's cheek to tingle as she slapped her vile fingers across her skin.
"Excuse me?" Maeve squinted her eyes, her arms folded in front of her face as she attempted to not show any bother, just confusion.
"You heard me. That's what happens when you take my mason. He should be with me, not an ugly whore like you. That should have been my wedding day, I should be having his baby. You're a nobody, nothing to anyone. And especially not to him. Not when I get my hands near him," the girl growled, her face now only millimetres from her own. Her words hit Maeve like a ten ton truck, but the girl was determined to stand her ground and remain strong.
"If my husband wanted to be with you, he would be. I'm sorry to break it to you, but he's moved past whatever you and him may have had in the past," Maeve shook her head assuringly, knowing this girl was somewhere on another planet. However, this sparked flames within her. Before Maeve could say another word, she felt violent hands shove against her shoulder as she fell to the ground with a thud.
"You fucking whore. If I can't have his child, no one can," she gritted her teeth, her foot aggressively going into Maeve's stomach in a violent kick. Maeve squinted in pain, fear, and every other negative feeling under the sun, before the dark night fell even darker, her head against the concrete.
"Mia Mount sounds much better than Maeve Mount." Was the last thing she heard, before stillness.