Josephine POV:
Another night of singing, dancing, partying on stage, and sadly, drinking. I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, but what I do drink, I need. It helps get me through the long days and even longer nights.
The memories of Hero, plague my mind and burn my heart. How is it possible to still feel the same exact way I felt that day, when I caught him.
"FUCK!" I scream and punch the mirror in my dressing room. "AHHHHH!" My throaty screams sound as I trash this room once again, this is a regular occurrence and everyone in the building knows to leave me alone and ignore what's going on in here.
A knock sounding on the door does nothing to make me stop, "leave me the fuck alone!" I yell.
The door opens despite my protests, "Jo, honey. It's time to go home now." My grandpa tells me as he pops his head in. Even he knows by now not to say a word about my outbursts.
"Okay, papa. I'll be out in a few minutes." I hoarsely reply as I lean my hands out in front of me onto my vanity desk. He nods his head once and leaves after giving me one of his 'I'm worried about you' looks.
I change out of my black and grey plaid skirt, leaving Hero's shirt on and into a pair of sweats. Then I slide on some Birkenstock's and exit my dressing room to the stage, "see you guys tomorrow night," I say to Jordyn, Tony and Marco.
"See ya, J!" They say back. Here, no one but my grandparents know my actual name. They all just know my as 'J'. Though I don't want to admit it, I'm secretly, deep down, reserving that name for only Hero. I know I shouldn't, I should be getting over him, but I can't.
Something about the whole cheating situation just doesn't seem right.
I jump off the edge off the stage, when I land I pick up a half empty bottle of vodka and take a big gulp. Smiling at the warm feeling inside, I leave the warm building and enter the cool air of Perth, Australia. Looking over I see my pops Jeep parked and turned on with him in the drivers seat. When I arrive at the passenger seat door, I yank it open.
"Aloha, pops," I giggle as I salut him playfully. He reaches over and takes the vodka bottle out of my hand and throws it out of his window where shattering sounds after.
"Get in," he grunts. Oh so I guess he's now in a bad mood.
"Why so salty?" I ask after comfortably settling myself into my seat.
"You know why," he snaps back. I grin and put my hands up in surrender.
"Chill out, I was just having some fun tonight. Is that a crime." I roll my eyes.
"Jo," he sighs impatiently, 'don't call me that' is what I want to tell him but I keep quiet, "just because you've had some bad luck in your life doesn't mean you can get shit faced every single night."
Tears sting my eyes, "why not?!" I bark.
"Because it's killing you! Don't act like I don't notice you constantly getting sick and almost passing out!"
"Well, maybe I want to be dead." I quietly reply with tears pouring from my eyes. Suddenly I'm in unbuckled and in the large warm arms of my papa where I then proceed to break down for the billionth time in two years. Slowly, tiredness seeps in, and I am lulled asleep by the accented coos from my papa.
Why wasn't I enough?
The loud noise of a wooden spoon banging against a pot startled me from my not so peaceful sleep. "Rise and shine," my grammie shouts as she barges into my room.
"What the fuck?" I groan into my pillow. I then feel a sharp sting on my bum.
"Don't use those words with me, missy." My grammie raises a challenging brow as she points the large wooden spoon at me.
"Sorry, grammie," I mutter.
"Better be. But anyways, get your big bum up, you have some chores to do before you go to work tonight."
"Yes, grammie."
Currently, I am down at the local market picking up groceries for my grammie, I'm deciding how many pineapples to get when someone bumps into me.
I look up to be met with familiar blue eyes, not the green ones that I still love so much. Stumbling back, I grab onto my shopping cart to keep me upright and steady. "Oh my, I am so sorry." I raise my head and see Jack, my ex. "Are you okay- wait, is that you, Jo?" He asks with a small smile.
"Yep," I groan, "but please, don't call me that." I rub my temples.
"Why?- you know what, never mind. What should I call you?" He grins lightly, his smile reminds me of when we were kids and we used to spend the entire days out at the beach.
"Just J. But I can't chat right now. I'm busy." I turn to my cart and start to walk away with it but he catches my arm.
"Wait! Can we meet up sometime?" He hopefully asks.
"Nope." I shortly reply and go straight to the check out line.
Before I know it I'm back, home, and putting things away in their spots in the kitchen when Marco comes skipping in. He either doesn't see me or just completely disregards my entire existence and heads over to the fridge where he whistles as he takes out two chocolate puddings, a container of day old spaghetti, a pack of sliced turkey, a bottle of mustard and the jug of orange juice. Then after he walks over to the kitchen island and dumps everything on top of it, finally he takes a seat and starts inhaling all the food and juice in front of him.
How can this man eat so much and still stay in shape? Girls fawn over both his body and the fact that he sort of has the k-pop star look down. I wonder if they'd still want him if they saw him eat and know his personality?
"You see, this is why I'm at the market almost every other day," I say in disbelief.
"Shut up, I'm a growing boy." His thin almond shaped eyes look up and scowl at me.
"Your 25, I don't think your growing anymore," I cross my arms in front of my chest as I lean back against the counter.
"And?" I scoff at his answer. "Oh, yeah the reason why I came here, go get dressed in one of your slutty dresses, we're going to the club." He tells me and raises his hand, making a 'shooing' motion with it.
"Ugh, fine. I won't even argue, I need to drink and dance with a guy, bad."
"That's my girl!" I hear Marco yell as I head out of the kitchen and down the hall of the one story house to my small bedroom.
"Shut it, pig!" I yell back.
"Bitch." He mutters loudly.
"What was that?!" I shout as I change my clothes.
"Nothing, honey!"
'Damn right' I think to myself as I walk into my bathroom to take a shower.
Let's hope I can have a good time tonight.
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The first chapter! Yay!
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Fanfiction2 years ago was the worst day of Josephine Langfords life. She caught the love of her life cheating on her, he wouldn't even look at her once she caught him. Since then she has disappeared, again. But this time, her parents know where she is, and H...
