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LAVA

Song(s) that inspired this Chapter:

Kat Dahlia -"Lava"

MARILYN

I sang the rest of the song before catching my breath and walking over to the drum set to prepare for the next song. My manager set up a few shows for me while I'm on tour with Kells and surprising they have all sold out already. By the time the last song came around Kells wanted to perform it with me, I honestly don't even think he knows the lyrics to any of my songs, I started the song with him and surprisingly he was a good "hype man" through the song. We finished, showered, got dressed and all headed to dinner.

During dinner at David busters Colson kept glancing at me and giving me weird looks, I ignored them for the most part until it got really annoying.

"Colson, umm.. Can I talk to you real quick?" He nodded and stood up, I walked out with him close behind me,

"Are you ok?" I asked him, he let out a sigh and looked at me, he examined me for a minute before ever saying anything, i just stood there awkwardly and waited,

"Why didn't you tell me?" He questioned, I raised an eyebrow, what now?

"Tell you what?"

"That you're pregnant?" He spoke sternly,

"Pregnant?  Wait hold the fuck up, I'm not fucking pregnant, Colson, for the last fucking time.. Why would you think that?"

"You're not pregnant? I found a fucking test in the garbage"

"It's old.. I haven't taken one of those since, a while" I mumbled,

"Since  who?" He asked, 

"Since a while like I said" I muttered,

"Why are you mad now?" 

"I don't know maybe because if I was pregnant now I know how you'd act, you're always on that little kid shit, you're fucking 24 not 4 get it through your head." He shook his head "And by the way that's an old test from my first pregnancy, you fucking asshole, next time confront me and ask me instead of being mad and turning into a complete bitch." I spoke walking off leaving Colson dumbfounded

•••

I looked down at watch before going back to watching some Miley Cyrus documentary on MTV, I was absolutely bored. Kells and the rest of the crew went to a club while I stayed in the tour bus. My head hurts even thinking about alcohol, I groaned before reaching for the remote and shutting the t.v. off. I have no idea why some sort of anger took over me something just clicked in my head, I grabbed my duffle bags with almost every article of clothing I owned in them. I dumped everything onto the floor, I picked everything that was worth anything, like The few Chanel things I owned, the Gucci, some Louis Vuitton shit also I took my really expensive shoes and took them out side to the empty parking lot we were parked,

COLSON

When I tell you I'm drunk, I'm fucked up. For the best 20 minutes I've been spilling out secrets

"Oh and for the past like month I've been trying to get MJ pregnant, but I think she's on birth control or some shit, I don't even think she loves me like she use to.. And she's been writing all these songs.. Pshh., does she love me? Please tell me she does. I can't even look at a girl without her face running through my mind, and then to top the cake I can't even fucking Cum unless it's with her or I'm thinking of her, I don't feel right can we leave?" I went on and on to Ashleigh, slurring in the process, she was looking at me like i was insane, shit, maybe i am.