THE VOICE- Christina Aguilera and Adam Levine

CHAPTER #20

Behati's plane landed and she turned on her phone. Then she was bombarded with tweets and texts about Christina Aguilera kissing her boyfriend Adam Levine. She was upset and angry all at the same time. The news was old now, but very new to her. Having been on a photo shoot for the past week in an area that had no cell service and no internet, had isolated her from everything. Now she just wanted to go back. What made her angry was that Adam hadn't texted or emailed her to explain or apologize. Her voicemail was full, but again not with Adam's voice. Sure it was the blond singer kissing her man, but what the hell was with those flowers? Adam had never given her flowers! She needed a drink; no she needed a bottle. Once she was done that, then she'd call Adam...maybe. The only thing that made her feel a little good about the whole situation, was that the other woman wasn't someone she worked with.

She got into the cab and gave the cabbie directions to her apartment, she told him to wait. Arriving at her pad, Behati threw her luggage and passport inside, locked the place and left. Back in the cab she said, "take me to a bar that no one will recognize me at or even care who I am."

The driver replied, "are you sure?"

"The faster the better," Behati said, turning off her cell phone and dumping it in her purse.

"Alright darlin' I know a whole street of bars like that. You can go into all of them or just one."

The bars on that street were dives, not just because of the cheap booze, but because they were low class establishments. If you wanted to drown in a drink and hide from the world, these bars were where you wanted to go. The cabbie was paid and drove off. Behati made sure she put her hoodie up, before going into the bar, just to make sure it was harder to notice her. She didn't have to worry, the place had few people in it, no one even looked up when she came in. At the bar she sat down and ordered a few shots. Once she decided on what alcohol she wanted to drown in, the bartender refilled her glass every time it was put down empty.

"I normally don't cut anyone off doll, but I think you need to move on." The bartender said.

Behati said nothing, she was numb and that's what she'd set out to do. After paying her bill in cash, she went to the bathroom and then stumbled out on to the street. The GPS on her phone, got her heading in the right direction and she hoped for a cab. She was glad she was in kicks instead of heals or she'd have fallen on her face. After only walking a few minutes, the model got sick in a garbage can. The smell in that can, made her retch that much harder. She used a sock to wipe her face, put her shoe back on and stumbled onward.

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Christina's driver swore when he saw the emergency lights and traffic being re-directed. They'd have to drive through an area he definitely didn't want to take his passenger through. "We're having to take a detour, some accident ahead. You might be a little later getting home tonight then expected."

"It's okay, Max is at his dad's so no rush. Coming back from the studio, I wasn't sure when I was going to be done anyway so no plans." Christina said. She'd text Adam to come over once she was actually home. She looked out the window, "not the best part of town."

"Good place to loose yourself and your wallet," her driver commented.

"It can't be... stop the car," Christina said suddenly.

He did as she asked. But got alarmed when she got out of the car, "Miss Aguilera!"

"Help me get this woman into the car, it's Behati Prinsloo!" Christina said to him anxiously.

He got out quickly and helped Christina with the intoxicated woman. "She better not puke in the car."

"Her purse is big enough, I'll just empty what's in it into mine."