The Girl On Tour 2

Chapter 3

*Bella POV*

Jacob's phone buzzed and he was in the shower. He was expecting to hear from Walter, so I checked it. I wasn't expecting to see what I did. I'm glad Rose is at school and JJ is at the park with Santo, all hell is about to break loose.

It was his 'friend' Maya. Question one, why is she calling him 'baby'? That's my job. Question two, why the hell is she asking when he's coming back over? Question three, what happened last night that I'm unaware of? All those questions are rhetorical, I'm not so stupid I can't put two and two together.

"Did Walter call?" Jacob asked, coming out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt.

"No. But is there something you need to tell me?" I asked, calmly.

"No. He hasn't told us about a tour, so if you saw about a tour, I didn't and still don't know about one." Jacob answered. I smiled.

"Okay, I saw something about it on twitter and didn't know if you forgot to tell me." I lied, making him smile.

He picked up his phone and smiled. He typed something the put it in his pocket.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the gym with the guys." Jacob said. I nod.

"Okay, have fun. I love you. Be careful, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you." I said, making his smile fade. I hope he feels guilty as hell right now.

"I love you too." Jacob said, pecking my lips.

"Jake?" I asked, stopping him from walking out.

"Can I have your hoodie?" I asked, shivering a little. Not cause it's cold, cause I shake before I breakdown.

"Yeah, here you go, love." He answered, taking it off and handing it to me. I smiled and thanked him. He nods before putting on a jacket and his shoes. Then he left, and I broke down.

I decided it would be a good idea to get the wine out. We have some, and I'm probably about to drink it all.

After drinking, first of all I had to pee, so I did my business, then plugged my iPod up to the iHome thing. I played 'So Sick' by Ne-Yo. This is gonna be my day. Crying and listening to music. And possibly eating ice cream. Well, I think I still have weed in the closet. But don't tell Jacob. No, I can't smoke anymore, my parol officer might come. Yeah, that's a long story.

See, what happened was, this girl kissed my husband, and called me a hoe, so I got in a fight with her. I had a warning for that. Then I got drunk at a club and this girl was mouthing off, so I got in a fight with her. I have to go to anger management cause of that shit. Then this paparazzi dude called me a bunch of shit and said things about my kids. We got in a fight and he pressed charges. He was just mad that he got his ass beat by a woman. I had to pay his hospital bills for that, which wasn't that bad. And one girl I beat so bad she ended up in the hospital, that's how I got probation. I was gonna have a little over a year in prison, but Jacob bailed me out. This all happened two years ago, and I'm still going to anger management and still on probation. I haven't been in this much trouble since I was nineteen.

Screw it, my probation officer can smoke with me if he comes. I don't care. I need this.

An hour after smoking, I still had it, still smoking it. And my probation officer, Mr. Wilson came. I knew he would, he comes every Monday. And Wednesday and Friday. Sometimes he'll drop by on Saturdays.

"Bella, you were doing so good." He said, cutting my music down some. Well, a lot.

"I tried not to. I really did. But I got some really bad news today." I explained.