Chapter 70: The Mate You Want When Your Life Becomes A Disaster Movie

JETT'S POV:

"F*ck sake," Rigby growls. "She's still not answering."

I try not to react. I need to keep calm. We're due on stage any minute now. If I'm not careful, I'll be walking out and heading straight to the airport.

We've all tried calling her.

It's been hours since she left, almost all f*cking day. The papers are full of pictures of us all, especially Clover. I'm worried. I know exactly how awful her parents can be. I never wanted her to face this sh*t alone.

I'm cross that we weren't more careful. That it didn't all come out when we were all back in London together.

Rigby swears as he flings his phone down on the sofa.

"This is f*cking sh*t," he barks out.

He looks ready to cancel the rest of the tour and he's not alone. I'd happily call quits right now, if it would mean being able to go home to Clover.

We have to do something. I'm restless.

Creed enters the room, his phone to his ear.

"He said that?" he demands.