Is This The End? (Sequel to Till the End)

What Happened?

I bet you're wondering why Jack and I are fighting. And I said again. And I left. And called Sammy. Well, a lot has happened.

"Are you okay?" Sam pulls me into a hug before I even get out the car.

"No. I'm done with him." I climb out of the car and make my way inside.

"It's good to see you, yenno." Sam rubs his arm.

"Likewise."

"You can stay as long as you'd like... I uh have studio with Nate on Monday and Tuesday during the day and Thursday and Saturdays at night.. But-"

"I know Sam. This isn't my first rodeo." I walk into the mirror room and glance at my outfit. (Shown above)

Black skinny jeans, cream tank top, black leather jacket and heels with a Michael Kors clutch. My Rolex watch sat on my wrist, my nails were matte black and there were gold rings on almost all of my fingers. Sam stood a little ways behind me.

I break my gaze in the mirror and stare at my feet. I click my toes together once and glance back at Sam.

"I don't even know who I am anymore." I bite my red colored bottom lip.

"What'd you mean?" He stepped behind me just inches taller than me.

"Look at me. Five years ago I wouldn't wear this. I'm just a trophy wife to him now. He doesn't love me the same way anymore. I don't know who we are or what we turned into." I take off me heels and jacket. I set my clutch on the table, take off my watch and rings, and take my hair down.

"Hey, you're still that beautiful Renée I know and love. Keep your chin up for me please." He wraps his arms around me.

"Do you have joggers and a white tshirt?" I ask softly.

"Yeah, let's go." He grabs my hand and we walk up the grand staircase.

Let me fill you in. Jack and I live in the nicest neighborhood in Cali basically. And down the road a few miles is Sam's neighborhood. Sam has a super nice mansion. All the boys are rich af because of their careers that have taken them so far.

Sam hands me the clothes and I take them.

"Help?" I lay on the bed and give him a foot. He peels off my skinny jeans, "hey do you have any Nike socks?" I jump off the bed into my joggers and Sam grins at me.

I slip the tshirt over my head and put the socks on my feet. Sam stands there on his phone, glancing up at me from time to time.

"What?" I shove my hands in my pockets.

"Makeup remover is in the bathroom where you usually leave it."

"Oh how'd you know?" I roll my eyes and walk into the huge master bathroom.

This may all seem weird and unusual to you but this isn't the first time Jack and I fought. These past three or four months have been hell for me. We would fight almost all the time. I always go to Sam's place. I'd leave a lot of the times, this would be the fifth time.

"Just a hunch." He follows me. I grab some wipes and take off my eyes and the rest of my makeup.

"I don't see why you put that on." Sam takes a seat on the counter.

"I knew you'd say that." I giggle.

"Well it's true. Does Jack like it?"

"Yeah, well I mean he doesn't absolutely hate it. It didn't bother him when I dressed it all up but I didn't wear it all special all the time either." I shrug.