**Reneé POV**
I wake up the next morning with swollen eyes and 15 missed texts from Claire.
Claire: Please call me back
Claire: I love you so much, I'm so sorry
Claire: Please don't ignore me
Claire: Can you at least let me explain?
Claire:: Baby please
Claire: Can I go over and get some more of my stuff? I'm at Jane's
Claire: I miss you. Can we talk?
Claire: She wasn't as good as you
Claire: I really fucked up
Claire: Please text me back
Claire: Are we really done?
Claire: Reneé please call me, I can't do this
Claire: I'm so fucking sorry please just call me
Claire: Please don't block me
Claire: Can we please just talk?
I want to block her so badly but I can't bring myself to do it.
Reneé: You can go get your stuff. Yeah, we're really done. I'm sorry.
——————————————————————————————————————————————————Later That Day
My show finishes and luckily I was able to hold myself together pretty well. I got a little choked up when I sang In The Kitchen, just because the lyrics were extra fitting today. The Poison Poison outro went harder than usual, because fuck that bitch. I hope she watches it on Twitter later, because that shit was directed at her. I know she will.
"Are we going out tonight?" Alex asks as we start pack up our things to get on the bus.
"Nah, I think I wanna stay in tonight. It's been...a whole fucking day" I groan, not wanting to get into things with everyone.
"Is Claire mad at you again?" he pries, cracking the top on a Miller High Life.
"Claire and I broke up, actually" I inform him and the rest of my team, I swear they all gasped in unison. Everyone stares at me for a second, I can tell none of them even know what to say.
"I'm sorry, what?" Adam asks.
"Yeah, we broke up. I don't wanna talk about it" I tell them with a straight face. I'll tell them eventually, but tonight I just want to go to bed.
"Okay thennnn" Alex says "I definitely think you should go out tonight"
"Absolutely not" I argue.
"We'll help you get your mind off it, c'mon"
"Alex, no"
"Fine, fine. Just go sit up in your hotel room and be sad all night, whatever" he replies sarcastically.
"Fuck you, dude" I spit, clearly fucking irritated and emotional as hell.
"I'm just messing, damn" he defends.
"Well, it wasn't fucking funny"
"Okay, I'm sorry" he says, throwing his hands up.
I don't reply to him, or anyone. The second we get on the bus, I go straight to the back and lay in my bed the whole ride back to the hotel. I don't speak a word the entire ride back. When we arrive at the hotel, I go straight to my room and collapse on the bed. I am exhausted, sweaty and really fucking sad. This is the time of night when I would typically Facetime Claire, but instead I sit alone on the bed and try to find peace with my solitude.
