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Ian Paice - paparazzi picture

Context - Ian and Jane had been married for a good 3-4 years, till now..

1970s
-------- Girls Name - Julie Jones

JULIE WAS MAD, LIKE OVERLY MAD.

She saw what she thought she never would see.

Ian with a groupie, flat-out drunk.

She stormed into the house she shared with Ian, slamming the door shut with pure rage.

"Oh hey bab-"

"What the fuck is this ian?" She threw the newspaper at her husband, "huh? What the fuck did you not tell me?"

Ian looked down at the news paper, his eyes going wide, "shit."

"That's all you fucking have to say? What the fuck? You get drunk, and all of a sudden, I'm useless? I'm nothing? I'm just a fucking throw away? Huh? That's all I fucking am to you? A house wife?"

"No- no!"

"Cut the shit Ian! Really, what the fuck went through your mind?"

"I was drunk! Julie, I was drunk."

"Oh so you don't make fucking regular fucking decisions when your drunk? You forget all about your wife? Your fucking wife and kid?"

Ian forgot about Lilly, his daughter, "shit."

"What you forgot about your own kid to? It's all over the fucking front of the news paper, Ian, everybody fucking knows."

Julie started to tear up, just from how frustrated she was at him. Who does he think he is?

"Oh, I'm Ian fucking paice, I can do anything I fucking want! I'm a big time fucking rockstar!"

"That's not what it's like ju-"

"Oh!" Julie laughed, wiping her tears from her face, "what is it like? Ian. Not exactly fucking key to find my husband in bed with a groupie."

"Julie," he ran up to her, holding her face, "I love you, you know that, right?"

"No, I dont," she spat, yanking him away from her, "you love the thought of me."

"No, I love you Julie. I do!"

"No, stop saying that. Stop fucking lying! You cheated! You fucking cheated."

"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!"

"Oh! Of course you fucking didn't!" Julie threw her arms up as she walked back and forth.

"I fucking didn't!"

"No, you did! What about the morning after? You saw her laying in bed. You were sober. You knew what happened."

Ian stayed silent, his face full of guilt.

Julie shook her head, wiping her tear stained face, walking around like she was going completely insane.

"Does the band know?" She stopped, her back turned to Ian.

"What?"

"Does the band know, ian?"

Ian stayed silent again, staring into nothing, which had Julie go insane almost inside, feeling like she was gonna explode with anger any minute.

"Answer me Ian, do the guys know?" She asked again, turning to face him.

"Yes, i told them."

"Oh what the fuck," she whispered, tears shooting down her face.

"Great! The whole fucking world knows my ex husband cheated on me with a groupie, God, what do they think of me now. A fucking single mom."

"Ex husband?" Ian looked up at Julie, "no, no, no, no! No! No! No!" He shook his head, "we're not getting a damn divorce!"

"Yes, we are."

"But I love you," he slides on his knees to her, "I fucing love you."

"You should've thought about that when you fucked a groupie and blasted it on the newspaper, ian."

"You can't leave me! What about lilly?"

"She's 2. She'll see you every so often, she will not be around the paparazzi or anything like that, she will be kept away and hidden."

"Please julie," he held onto her, "please."

"I want a divorce, Ian, I'm leaving you."

"You can't!" He gets up from the ground, "I really do love you!"

"I loved you. I can't stand to look at you, now, Ian, I hate you, you ruined this family- the marriage," Julie walked to the door, "me."

"Julie! Baby!"

"No, Ian," she opened the door, "I'll be back with my friends later to get everything you'll hear from my lawyer, Ian."

"Julie i-"

"Save it, I never want to speak to you again, whoever you choose next I hope you don't fucking ruin them like you ruined me."

"I fucking love you!"

"You disgusted me, Ian, this is goodbye, for fucking ever."

Julie shut the door, slamming her car door shut the minute she got into the car.

She cried, she sobbed, she cried until it hurt. She loved Ian, so, so, so fucking much. She didn't get why he cheated. She didn't want to leave him- but she had to, she was disgusted by him, underly disgusted.

As she drove away, Ian sat on the couch with his face in his hands. He had never cried before, and now, that's all he could do: was cry.

He fucked up, he fucked up the marriage and the family he loved most.

He messed up, he knew it, he lost the love of his life, Julie jones.

He would go forever regretting what he did, forever and beyond.

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