Lying From You

Besamè Mucho , Pt. II

"Where the fuck did that come from?!" Chester yelled.

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"What the hell did I do to ask for this?!"

"Oh I don't know, Chester, be my fucking husband!? What's the matter?! Are you pissed that it cuts into your rockstar life?!"

"Fuck you Sam. You can't just make decisions like this without talking to me about it first!"

"Well excuse me! I thought my husband loved me and wanted to have a baby with me!"

"Thats just it! I don't!" Chester was shocked at how easy it was for himself to say that.

Sam stood back with tears in her eyes.

"What do you mean you don't?!"

"I mean I don't, Sam. I don't think I can do this anymore..."

"You don't think you can do this anymore? What do you mean by 'this'?"

"This! Us! Being married! It's too much! I don't want this life anymore!"

"It's Noelle, isn't it? I see the way you look at her."

"This started before her. Ever since you found out I was getting a contract. All you saw was dollar signs. You never saw me anymore."

"You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me you dumb son of a bitch!"
Spit was flying from Sam's mouth as she screamed at her husband.

"That's where you're wrong. You think I can't make it with out you, but, I can. I was fine before you... I'll be fine after you. It's over."

"Oh, I see then...Fine... but you signed that contract while we were still married... so I get half of everything, you fucking idiot. Live with that."

Sam then turned and walked out the door, never looking back. Chester just stood there with his hands in his hair trying to calm himself down. Back inside, Noelle was so upset that she decided to walk over to the club that was down the beach, before Jeff and Carmen even realized she was gone.
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Not even 10 minutes later , Jeff and Carmen found Noelle drinking alone at the outdoor bar. The ocean breeze blowing her now messy updo. The happy couple made their way through the crowd and started to dance. Chester quickly followed the pair and found Noelle, drinking away her sorrows. He needed to talk to her.

"I need to talk to you..." Chester sat down next to Noelle, pulling her bar stool close against his. Sending a message across to the lusting men looking at her that she's with someone.

"Sure, Chester...Let's help you pick out some baby names." Noelle looked to the singer with tears in her eyes. The bamboo torches reflecting against her pooling eyes.

God, he hated seeing her like this. Knowing he was the cause made it worse.

"Noelle... I didn't know-"

"Just stop... please? Just stop. I don't want to hear it Chester. Whatever this is going on between you and I... it's a mistake. So, go back to the resort ... go fuck your wife and make a baby. I'm leaving first thing in the morning. And I sure as hell am not signing that fucking contract. Not now, not ever. Don't worry about staying at the house. I'm going back to Kansas to visit my friends. So feel free to turn it into your conception nest." Noelle downed another shot of tequila.

"Stop! Stop being like this, and for fucks sake stop drinking so much!"
Chester placed his hands on Noelle's shoulders.

"Why did I have to be so stupid?" Noelle looked deep into Chester's eyes.