Guess Whose Back? (Bree/John/Elle)

Elle drove towards the house.

John got in his car then drove home.

Elle got to the house fifteen minutes later.

John pulled up to the house soon after Elle.

Elle walked into the house and closed the door behind her.

John looked down when the door was closed in his face then sat down on the front step.

Bree's car pulled up and she got out. She rolled her eyes when she saw John sitting on the front step.

"Is Elle here, she called me." Bree said.

"Find out yourself." John said harshly.

Bree rolled her eyes.

"Don't get mad at me...you messed up." Bree said.

"Just get the fuck away from me." John said.

"Look Cena, I just want the job...if Elle gives it to me, then I'll consider not putting the tape out." Bree said.

"No if you get the job I'm destroying all the tapes you have." John said.

"Good luck with that, there's a lot." Bree said.

John glared at Bree.

Bree shrugged and knocked on the door.

Elle opened the door, handing Bree the contract.

"It's signed, you'll get what you asked for." Elle said lowly.

"Well, thank you." Bree said.

"Now get the fuck off our property." John said.

"I'd watch what you say to me." Bree said.

John glared at Bree.

Bree shrugged and got into her car before beginning to drive.

John got up then walked into the house.

Elle walked into the kitchen.

John sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.

Elle grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a shot.

John leaned back then ran a hand over his head.

Elle drank the shot and poured more into the glass.