Do Better

Eleven

Aubrey

A week had went by and nothing felt the same. Jhene wasn't here at the house in L.A., and I had to admit, I missed the company of someone else in my bed. It felt so empty, even with all of the crew here. Work had also gotten harder, while it seemed to be getting easier for her. She seemed like she was doing great. She was somewhere else right now on vacation with her friends and I felt some jealousy that it wasn't me there.

There's no denying I had grown feelings for Jhene over the huge amount of time I spent with her on tour and afterwards. But it wasn't anything too serious.

Deciding not to mope around all day, I got up and threw a pair of sweats on. No one was in the kitchen or living room, so I had assumed they were out doing something or still sleeping.

I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, setting it down on the island to grab a jug of milk from the refrigerator. Immediately, I felt a huge amount of weight on my shoulders.

I really hadn't let the thoughts of what I did settle in yet. I lost someone so important all because I wanted to protect her. It didn't seem fair to me. I did something that hardly anyone else would do for someone they care about, and in return, she left. She left me empty handed. I hadn't even prepared for her reaction. I expected her to feel relieved that I had taken all of her worries away from her, but she hated me afterwards. None of it really made sense to me, and I refused to go about anything else before I got an explanation from Jhene.

Picking up my phone and dialing her number, I patiently waited for her to pick up.

She didn't.

I called several more times, but I only received her message saying "Hi, it's Jhene. Sorry I couldn't make it to my phone. Leave your name and number and I'll be sure to call back. Thanks."

Gripping my phone even harder in my hand, I tried not to let my anger get the best of me. Instead, I went downstairs to the hookah lounge and did the only thing that could put a cure to my issues for now.

-

The next two weeks were rough, but I managed to make through without any reminders of what happened. Hiding the body was a success, thankfully. The stress of that situation seemed like it had dissolved, but I didn't want to be too sure. I knew I'd be seeing Jhene tonight, but to my surprise I was dreading it.

Chugging the rest of my water from the bottle, I tossed it in the trash can and stepped off of the jet. We had finally arrived in Paris.

Would You Like A Tour had officially began in London last week, and I was really looking forward to this show. It was the first that Jhene would be performing at, but I have another guest performing as well.

Noah had already reserved separate rooms at a hotel right in the middle of the city.

My room was on the top floor of the building. A huge window in the living room overlooked the city. The kitchen was decorated in a variety of stones and had a black theme to it. The entire room was modern and had a nice vibe to it.

Interrupting my gaze, my phone began to vibrate on the table. I slid my finger across the screen and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Aub!" The voice on the other line answered.

"Rih," I breathed. "Where are you?"

"Almost there. Let's grab dinner before the show. Meet me at 6, I'll text you the details." She said, choosing my plans rather than asking.

"Alright, see you then." I ended the call.