It'll be front page news. Everywhere. Sky Sports News, BBC news, ITV, all the major television channels. This is going to ruin not just the club, it won't just drag Sunderland's name through the ground, it'll ruin Adam's career.
"He just had a child for fuck sake how could he do this?" Chris yells, causes an almighty uproar in the room.
"Hold on a minute we don't actually know if it's true." Wes Brown chimes in, backing up his teammate.
"Wes is right, "Lee Cattermole adds, "I've known Adam for years, I can't imagine he'd do something like this."
"Whatever he's done, we all need to focus on the task in hand. We're clearly in a sticky situation at the minute, but nevertheless we have to continue on without Adam. It's going to get really difficult from here on out and as long as you all remain focused and keep your heads up - we'll get through this. We're a team, remember?" I can't help but smile at O'Shea's best efforts to keep the boys spirits up.
"We're going to do this for Adam, okay?" Gus adds, "I believe in you all."
This is what I've always loved about Sunderland. They're a solid, strong team whatever gets thrown their way, and with things inevitably going to get worse, I think all of us Apprentices could follow in their footsteps.
"You've always got us. I dunno what good we can all be, but we're not going anywhere, right guys?" June speaks on behalf of the group, and I give Will's hand a squeeze.
"Thanks guys. Honestly it means a lot." O'Shea smiles.
Gus signals that the lads up in the office have given us the next two days off, and although that doesn't sound like much with what's just happened, I think that's what we all need right now.
I need to sleep.
Or take about twenty shots.
Either of them would suit me just fine.
With my hand still firmly attached to Will's, the room disperses into the hallway and out into the car park. It appears I'm not the only one that's friendly with the team, as Chris, Dean and Zoe begin talking to Lee about hitching a ride home with him. Sooner or later, a trend begins, and players begin offering ride's to the remainder of the group.
"Do you need a lift?" Will asks, "I go past your block of flats a lot so I can drop you and Sophie off if you need me to."
"Ah Will mate you're a star...Wait, what about James?" Sophie questions.
I search in the disappearing crowd of people, and just as Francis tenderly climbs into Bill Jones' car, I spot James and June laughing together by the entrance to the stadium.
"James, you coming?"
"Nah, June and I are gonna walk back." He responds, and without a second thought, Sophie and I jump in the backseat of Will's jet black range rover.
As we begin the short journey back to the flat, my mind begins racing with thoughts of what tomorrow will bring. The whole world will know about Adam's situation, and never mind what anyone else thinks, what the fans think matters more. If I know the Sunderland fans right, they'll stay loyal to Adam, and the rest of the boys throughout this difficult time. But this club is full of twists and turns, and anything can happen. The fans could turn on us.
"What's up Vienna? You look stressed." Sophie's concern brings me out of my daydream, and I simply shrug.
I feel as though I've become so attached to the club since I started this programme, that this has really shaken me up. I don't know where the Apprenticeship programme will lead, but I definitely want to be a part of this club for as long as I can. I've been a supporter since I can remember, and this incident with Adam is either going to make us stronger or its going to send Sunderland crashing to the ground.
"Here we are." Will announces, pulling up outside our block of flats.
Sophie steps out and thanks Will for the lift whilst I stop behind to talk to him.
"What's on your mind Vienna?" He calmly asks, "I know there's something. You can't fool me."
My head drops in between my hands, "I'm just stressed. I think the worst is yet to come to be honest."
"Come on don't think like that." Will reassures me, placing my hand in between his, "You know you can always text me, ring me. Whatever you need. If you just want someone to talk to - anything."
I can't stop grinning like an absolute idiot. Butterflies are swarming around in my stomach and this overwhelming feeling is washing all over my body. I used to get this feeling with Henry, but something about Will feels a lot different...
It feels better.
"Go on, get inside. Get some sleep, and I'll try to see you after the game on Wednesday okay?" Will grins.
"Night Will." I announce, stepping out of the car.
The bitter cold air hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can't get in the flat fast enough. To my complete delight, Sophie is already pouring out the vodka, and after living with this girl for about a month now...she knows how I like my drink. As I lock the door behind me and dump my bag by the door, I can see her peering out into the town from our kitchen window, and soon as her jaw drops I run to her side.
"What is it? What are you looking it?!" I frantically search around outside through our small window.
Taking a brisk stroll into the flats, arm in arm and laughing merrily away to each other, are June and James.
"Holy shit!" I scoff, and Sophie and I burst out into fits of laughter.
I remember the early days of the programme, when everything kicked off with James and I, and how disgusted June was at his entire presence. So to see them so close together is just...well it's just strange. I never really asked James how he felt about June, but I guess I don't need to. His feelings have been made pretty clear by what we just witnessed.
"Should we go up there and bust them!" Sophie jokes, rushing over to the door with her half-full glass in hand.
"No no no! Soph don't. If they're hooking up just leave them to it." I rush to her side to prevent her from doing anything stupid, "Come on. let's get all the duvets, covers, quilts, pillows, bring them into the living room, we'll watch a bit of Netflix and everything will be brilliant, okay?"
I laugh quietly to myself as Sophie skips to her room, finishing the rest of her drink in the process. She returns only moments later, with both pillows in hand, and her enormous duvet draped over her petite frame.
"I can't carry anymore!" She groans, "I can't see a fucking thing Vienna, help me!"
All of tonight's events seem a distant memory, as my flatmate cautiously walking across our living room floor, looking like a child dressed up as a ghost for Halloween has me in absolute stitches. I watch in sheer delight as she finally makes it towards our television set in the corner of the room, cursing loudly at my refusal to give her directions. Sophie dumps the pile of linen onto the floor, and quickly adjusts her matted hair before sharply turning towards me.
"You're a twat." She announces, before we both burst out into fits of laughter, "I want you to try bringing all that from your room!"
Challenge accepted, "Alright, I will."
With a smirk on my face, I stride confidently towards my bedroom and fling the door wide open. Within a matter of seconds I emerge, pillows and duvet in hand...and my sight full intact.
"See. Easy." I boast, adding my addition to the pile.
Tears are welling up in my eyes from the laughter, and seeing Sophie glare at me as she tenderly places herself on the corner has the tears streaming down my face, "You're killing me Soph!"
"I swear I'll hit you if you don't sit down." She jokes, "Come on man! I want to watch Pretty Little Liars."