Chapter 2

Walking to the studio I was welcomed by a cloud of smoke. The air filled my lungs and I instantly started coughing. 

"What do you want?"

"What happened to us?"

"I don't have time for this." I said walking towards the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me on to the couch while he sat in the chair in front of me.

"I love you...." He slurred barely able to keep his eyes on me. 

"No you don't! You love your fiancé."

"STOP TELLING ME WHO I LOVE! "He was silent for a minute. "Ha, you use to love me."

-Flashback-
He stared at the side of my face as we sat on the couch his tour bus. 

"What?"

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"How could I forget? You tell me every time you see me."

"It's true. I'm just stating the obvious."

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

"All the time." He replied pulling me on his lap so I was straddling him. "Have I ever told you I want to spend the rest of my life with you?"

"All the time." I said kissing him. What was supposed to be a small kiss turned into a full make out session. As his lips traveled down my neck I couldn't suppress the moans or the feeling he was giving me.

"Make love to me" I begged. 
-Flashback End-

"That was 5 years ago. I was young and stupid. So were you." He was silent. I didn't know what to say. I got up and headed to the door. I was reaching for the handle when he started to speak. 

"Ya know, I loved with you with all my heart. The when I woke up the next morning and you weren't there I thought I had done something wrong. Then I read that punk ass note. You left a note. Not face to face. Just a note saying you could do it anymore. Do you know how I felt. I didn't want to see your fad anymore. But we work together to I had to. I still have to. I finally realized that I can never love you again. I don't want to love you. Look, unless its business don't talk to me. I don't care if we're at an event and I'm the only person there. Don't speak. Just leave me alone. Got it."

"Yeah, I wouldn't have it any other way." I said walking out hiding the tears that had finally surfaced. The father of my babies officially hates me. Maybe the decision is finally made. Maybe I should just get rid of them.