Guilty Pleasure.

don't be a fucking bitch

A week he has been gone. The kids are use to this. I'm not. I can't handle him being here on minute and gone the next. It's difficult. I moved from Jersey to fucking Florida! I haven't got friends. Although... Nope, no. Chris would kill me. But then again... He doesn't have to know.

I feel like a rebel.

Ronnie Radke <3 was the contact. Fronz hates him but I think he's sweet. I stared at the screen, thinking. Should I? Maybe I should... But then more fights with Chris. Ugh, this is difficult. Okay, I'll come to the conclusion tonight... Probably tomorrow. I checked the time 3:46... I think I'm forgetting something. Shit! The kids! I leaped off the couch and sped out the door, not even bothering to lock it.

"Mom, what took so long?" Seb questioned, climbing in. I turned down the music and grinned. "Lost track of time!" I chuckled. Blaise rolled his eyes. I frowned but ignored him. "Buckled up boys?" I inquired. I got three shouts to confirm my question. I started the car and slammed on the gas getting yelps of surprise. I giggled and slowed down. "Mommy, what's for dinner?" My toothless Ahron asked. I looked at him in the review mirror and shrugged. "Probably takeout, why?" I answered. He shrugged. "I wanna go out." he mumbled. Seb and Blaise nodded in agreement. I pursed my lips. "To where?" I asked, surprised. It's a rare occasion they want to leave the house. It was quite for a moment before Blaise answered. "Wherever dad is." he said blankly. I stiffened. He does this every damn time. "Blaise, you know we can't." I breathed out in annoyance. He let out a grunt and mumbled under his breath. "Maybe we can go to a diner?" Sebastian murmured. I nodded meekly. "I'll have a look." I said bluntly. I pulled into the drive was jumped out the car. I opened the door for Ahron and helped him with his bags.

"Mom! Ahron broke my new race car!" Blaise screeched. I groaned, leaning back on the couch. I'm too tired for this. "Mom! Are you here?" He hollered. I sighed. "Yeah, the couch." I called. His stomping footsteps echoed throughout the house. "It's broken!" He snapped. I frowned. "Maybe it just needs batteries?" I tried. He looked at me with a mixture of realisation and annoyance. "Yeah, maybe." he mumbled. With that he spun on his heels and walked off.

Silence, oh how I've missed you. The kids are asleep, leaving me alone to relax. My phone lit up making me sit up.

Hey Baby, hope everything is okay miss yous

I grunted and quickly sent a reply. I threw my phone on the table and laid down. I hate this. I hate him. Ugh, who am I kidding. I don't hate him.