DG X Reader: Pop Star

26. Go home

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, Diego." I ran my hands up his chest, cupped his face and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

"WELL I DON'T CARE, FUCK YOU, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

He jumped back and winced, holding his ear.

"GET OUT! I HATE YOU!"

The door swung open as I beat DG with a pillow, still screaming at him as he tried to shield himself.

"YN, what are you doing?!" Matt ran over and took the pillow from me so I grabbed the chair near the desk and threw it at him.

He sidestepped with ease.

"I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Everyone stared at us and he let out a sigh before walking out of the room.

All the emotions hit me and I started crying.

"Okay... obviously emotions are high. Why don't you head home for the day?" The director asked and I nodded.

Crystal was surprised to see me but left with Gun when I assured her I was fine.

Thankfully, they had just set Birdie down for a nap.

My phone vibrated with texts and calls from my manager.

Someone from the set snitched and now I'm being called psychotic by news outlets.

Not only that but DG waved the contracts and cancelled all our upcoming events.

Fuck...

He unfollowed me and so did his fans.

My fans were defending me, saying DG probably did or said something. That or that I had postpartum depression.

I finally answered my manger after he threatened to make sure I would never get a job again, not even as a janitor.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

I sniffled and wiped my tears, pulling my knees closer to my chest.

"DG IS REFUSING TO FINISH SHOOTING THE LAST THREE EPISODES OF THE SHOW! HE SAID HE'D ONLY DO IT IF YOU AREN'T THERE WHEN HE IS!"

I hiccup.

"HE CANCELED E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G WE HAD SET UP FOR YOU TWO! HES GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU AND I ARE SHUNNED IN THE INDUSTRY! NOW I HAVE TO FIX YOUR MESS!"

I hung up and buried my face into my knees to cry.

"What do I do now?"

A few days later, there was a knock at my door.

I opened the door and found a woman standing there.

How the fuck did she get inside the property?

"Um, hello?"

I was about to ask who she was when I noticed the Child Protective Services badge on she sweater.

The color drained from my face and I was only brought back to the moment by Birdie's cries.

"May I come in, Miss LN?

"Uh...." I looked into the living room where she laid in her bassinet. "Uh..." I panicked.

I can't slam the door shut.

I need to let her in.

"Miss?"

"Sorry, come in..." I said and hurried to pick up my infant.

She was crying, little tears rolling down her chubby cheeks.

"It's okay... you're okay."

I looked at the woman as she wrote down stuff on a clipboard.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Tiffany. I'm with child protection services."

I nodded and cradled my baby.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, since you attacked someone, people are worried about your mental stability and the safety of the child."

"Who's people?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

I hugged Birdie.

"I would never do anything to hurt Birdie. And what happened with DG... it was the first time I got physical with anyone."

"All violence starts somewhere."

"I'm not a violent person! With DG, it- it was a heat of the moment thing!"

She glanced around the room.

"Raising a child, especially as a single parent, is difficult. There's going to be a lot of heat of the moment times. How do you know you won't snap and Birdie too?"

"Never! I'd never!"