Author Note: Hello my dear friends, please forgive me for taking my last fic off of here I got way too distracted from school and things that typically have to take top priority so I figured a leave of absence from wattpad and a fresh start whilst returning was needed. I also wasn't really liking my story that much cause It wasn't my best writing and I made way too many typos. I plan on approaching this one much more professionally which may or may mean less frequent updates cause I want to ensure that this fanfic is as enjoyable as possible without having to go back and correct all my grammar and spelling errors. This fic will be the same basic plot line just using different words of course! for the most part (maybe something's will change to make it more or less angsty let me know what you want!) I want at least 5 reviews and 5 votes for the next chapter
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I set the car keys down from a rough 2 show day at If/Then I loved being back on stage it was always like a home to me, but doing 8 shows a week can really do a number to your energy level especially when you have a rambunctious 5 year old to take care of.
Normally I'd be greeted by my smiling husband with a kiss and hug but he looked to be frank, pissed off with a beer in his hand I knew I was in for it the second I saw how disoriented he looked. I took my jacket off and set it on the kitchen table. "What's wrong with you?" I ask him
"What do mean what's wrong with me?" He barks making me jump a little inside I could tell by the way he looked and sounded that he'd been drinking far longer than I thought he'd been. "Why are you always getting home at midnight when your show ends at 10;00 you've been cheating on me and I know it," I begins screaming.
"Okay you know me well enough to know that I'd never cheat on you. And why would you even think that?" I snap getting a little more heated than I meant to knowing that my son was probably sleeping in the room down the hallway.
"You don't think I see the way you and that James guy look at each other why shouldn't I believe that you two are going behind my back." He roars in my face the stench of alcohol hitting me like a semi-truck.
"We're just friends and co-workers we play lovers but that doesn't make us them! and who am I to think that Amanza chick you've been texting and going out to lunch with with non-stop isn't something more than a friend," I refute nearly to the point of tears.
All of the sudden I feel his strong hands slap me across the face. Their icy cold causing the sting to become even worse. Salty hot tears form in my eyes as I try to shield my body from any other hits. his cold strong hands however continue to find their way to the uncovered areas until Im on the cold hard floor in a pile of tears feeling helpless and small.
I find an escape as he walks into the kitchen for another beer. Small cries come from Walkers room. I open the door to see my baby boy sobbing his little eyes out. My maternal instinct kicks in and I went and sit next to him on the twin sized bed and attempted to lull him back to sleep "why do you and daddy have to fight," He asks innocently.
I wipe a tear from my eye "I don't know baby sometimes mommy and daddy don't agree on things but We love you very much no matter what," I kiss his forehead lovingly and began to hum a meaningless tune to coax him back to sleep. Soon enough I realized that I was drifting of into a very uncomfortable sleep myself.
The next morning I found myself awakening in an unfamiliar place. Any other time I'd just be waking up in Tayes arms but this morning Walker was snuggled into my stomach my arms wrapped around him in a protective manner.
I somehow manage to untangle myself from the mess of covers that Walker and I had found ourselves in. the kitchen was baron. No sign of Taye anywhere. Although it seemed strange I let it go (is that lame?) just as I tried to do whenever we had an argument.
The babysitter got to the apartment as there was no sign of Taye returning anytime soon. I kiss my son goodbye and begin my silent drive to the Richard Rogers theater.
By time I reached the grey colored dressing room I'm a wreck tears are freely streaming down my cheeks making my face sting. Whatever little makeup I have leftover from washing my face last night was now under my swollen black and blue eye.
As I begin composing myself I hear a knock at the door. "Come in" I say trying to put concealer over the bruise on my shoulder and eye. To my surprise I see my handsome costar James Snyder in the door way.
"Hey Dee are you okay?" He asks noticing my blood shot eyes as I had been crying.
I turn away. "I'm fine," I say more harshly then I'd meant
He comes over to me knowing that I'd just lied through my teeth. "Dee" he says kneeling next to me worry in his eyes "please tell me what's wrong"
"I'm fine and even if something were to be bothering me you shouldn't have to worry about me I'll be fine."
"Okay if you say that your fine then I believe you have a good show," He says giving me a light hug.
I step into the bright light off the stage to say my first lines. The show is going well, that is apart from my usual character breaks when something silly happens on stage. Then the second act starts.
As the second act of the show progresses I can feel the emotions piling up inside of me. As I begin singing 'I hate you' my heart starts to slowly shatter. Before too long I have tears running down my cheeks and I'm basically choking the words to the last parts of the song out.
The song is finally over and I run off into stage right my beautiful blonde costar Jenn Colella standing in the wings when she notices the state I'm in she wraps me up in one of her hugs and says nothing.
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