Trial And Error

Chapter Eight

Kian's POV

Ringing, something was ringing. Kian couldn't differentiate between whether it was her head or her phone. She felt around trying to find the device,

"Hello?" She asked groggily, sitting up in her bed, she whipped the sleep from her eyes as she squinted at the clock. Who could possibly be calling at eight in the morning?

"Kian?"

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Luc? Why are you calling me at this hour? Scratch that, why are you calling me a day after your wedding? I thought you'd be busy."

She could hear a muffled laugh, "I'm calling cause I heard about what happened last night."

"What, how?"

"Olivia found out from guests, and kind of put the pieces together. You know, with Madison leaving abruptly and everything."

She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Right. I'm sorry Luc, I didn't want to cause any issues."

"You didn't, everything is fine don't worry about it. I wanted to call and check up on you, see how you were doing. And to obviously get the details on what went down."

"It went as expected."

Kian's foggy mind drifted back to the aftermath of what happened. In reality it wasn't much, Madison just stared at her in shock. Different emotions flashed across her face, making the Marine's heart clench. Ultimately it ended with the artist leaving with tears in her eyes, and the taller woman running after her only to fail. Afterwards Kian decided it was time for her to go home, so she said her goodbyes with a last drink of wiskey and took a cab.

"I'm guessing that means she didn't take it well." He guessed,

"No. She didn't."

"How are you doing?"

"Luc, as much as I love you it's the day after your wedding. I appreciate you but please stop worrying about me, and worry about that wife of yours."

"Alright alright, I can't help it. Even though I'm married you're still my number one." Kian could pick up the sound of Olivia protesting that statement as they laughed "Call her, or go see her and work it out."

"I will" She hung up the phone and noticed that she was still wearing her uniform pants, socks, and t-shirt. She continued to drink last night after getting home and sat outside on the balcony to reflect. Judging by the expression on the artist's face, she concluded that apologizing wouldn't be sufficient in this case. She was left with no choice but to stand there and beg. But first, she needed to clean herself up.

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The fourth hour, and tenth time Kian had banged her fist against the door hoping she receives an answer. After the call with Lucas, she showered, ate, then drove to the performers house. The curtain was pulled, and the lights were out. It's possible that the popstar wasn't even at home.

"Madison, please! Can you open the door so we can talk.." She sighed, slowly sliding against the solid surface onto the ground. 

Madison had completely ignored her. Kian couldn't help but wonder if this was how the brunette felt. Granted, this was only a couple of hours. What the singer had endured was far longer. Lucas's voice in her brain, berating her for not informing Madison earlier, became louder the longer she sat.

She huffed leaning her head up against the solid surface. She didn't bother to get up this time, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I was going to tell you. I just-. I'm leaving soon, for eight months. So can we please just sit down and talk? I get that you're angry, but I don't want to spend our last two weeks together not talking." She paused waiting for a response. "I'm sorry." She repeated staring out into the driveway, hoping it would swing open, then she'd fall backward and they'd laugh. Madison would invite her in and they would talk it how like she begged. But no, after a couple of minutes, the silence still persisted.