"Shut the fuck up, Alex!"
"Cara, who are you to tell me to shut the fuck up?"
"Your wife."
"And I regret every second of it!" Everyday. Wake up, argue, eat, argue, shop, go home, argue, sleep, repeat. Why were they still together? They, don't even know. It's sad honestly. Both are heartless and cold. But, they both molded themselves like that.
"You should have left. Gone. Why are we still here? Didn't that bitch, Samantha, have your attention now?" He acted like she didn't know. Samantha Trains was a girl Alexander met from the club. When Alex returned home a drunk and giggling mess, she already knew.
"Shut up..." Alex growled, walking out and slamming the door. Cara stared at the door, almost hoping for a miracle to step through. That didn't happen. After a good five minutes, she flopped back on the couch and rubbed her temples. The reason they were still together was because of the fame. Each one made the other...better. Cara was a beginning singer who hit the top ten in her first week and Alex was a movie director. Not to mention both were eye candy to the opposite sex. Cara felt her phone buz, "James" on the screen. She hummed, swiping it unlock.
"Hey, James. What's up?" Cara spoke into the phone, her voice suddenly happy. When he answered, it sounded different.
"Cara...You know I love you."
She giggled. "Duh. Now. What's going on?"
"Samantha...uh...She's pregnant..."
Cara's face fell, falling silent. "...What...?"
~author's note~
First time, yes, it's bad. Only because it's 11:59 at night
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Fight Like Hell
Random"We fight like hell for everything that happens out here!" Cara and Alexander, two complete opposites. Every second of the hours, they compel. Will an affair gone wrong bring the two together?
