Shattered

12. Back Stage

Two security officers for the venue walk over to where Darren and I are in the crowd. We were just about to leave but they are blocking our path. I knew we should have left after that first song. Now they want to talk to us.

"The band has requested you back stage." One of the men speaks in a hushed tone. I sigh. Had Chris not pulled this stunt of his in an attempt to win me back, I would have never even considered going backstage with him. But I really need to give him a piece of my mind.

"Okay." I laugh, imagining all of the horrible things I can say to him so that he feels my pain.

Darren shrugs his shoulders and grabs on to my hand, intending to come with me. "Not you." The other officer holds his hand up to stop Darren from coming any closer.

"I'm her fiancé." He informs them.

"I said not you." The security officer repeats his statement.

"It's okay. I'll be fine." I smile sadly. I really don't want to go without him but it looks like I am going to have to.

"Ciara," Darren tilts his head to the side. I can tell that he is frustrated I am giving in so easily. "I know what is going to happen back there."

I shake my head. He has no idea what is going through my head.

"Oh no, I'm pissed. Nothing is going to happen back there except for me ripping his head off." I assure him of what I plan on doing backstage with the band.

Darren grabs the back of my neck and kisses my forehead. "That's exactly why I don't want you to go alone. Maybe you shouldn't go."

I shake my head. "He needs to be yelled at. Someone needs to put him back in his place where he belongs. I'm going." I lean forward and kiss him goodbye.

"I'll wait for you in the car." I nod as his demeanor changes. He is definitely upset that he can't go back there with me. He is worried about how I am going to react once I see Chris.

To be honest, I don't know how I am going to act. I am too mad and embarrassed to be able to think straight right now.

The security guards lead me back stage and I can feel the anger quickly building up inside me. I am ready to blow. I am so mad at him for doing what he did. He had no right to do that. Now people are going to recognize me on the street and swarm me, begging me to get back together with Chris.

We finally get to the room. I can tell because both men have stopped walking. One of them even has his hand on the doorknob. He turns the knob and opens the door so I can enter.

"Thank you." I smile softly has he shuts the door behind me. I see about a dozen faces staring at me. It seems like the band has some company other than me. Once the door is shut, I glare at Chris. "What the hell was that out there?"

"How else was I supposed to win you back?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"You aren't. That's the thing you aren't understanding. I have a fiancé. You embarrassed both of us out there." I explain the situation. "How do you think he felt seeing my face up there while you sang that song about me?" I ask, hoping it will make him see what I see.

"It's not my fault you brought your baggage with you tonight." Chris shrugs off his actions. It's like he doesn't care at all that he could have just ruined my relationship. "You would have had a lot better of a time if you were alone."

"Baggage?!" I scoff, dropping my hand to my side before holding them up to his neck to simulate me choking him. "He's my fiancé!"

"Ciara, chill. He was joking. And his intentions were good. He was trying to show his love for you out there." Brad defends his bandmate's actions. "We were all really glad to see you out in the crowd tonight. It's the first step."

I shake my head. "First of all, don't tell me to chill. And just because you didn't directly break my heart doesn't mean I'm not mad at you guys too."

Brian walks over and hands me a little red cup filled with a clear liquid. I can smell it on his breath. He just handed me some sort of alcohol.

"Do you expect me to forgive all of you if I drink this? Is that why you gave it to me?" I ask, not ready to play these games with them.

"No. I gave it to you so you could relax a bit. You look like you could use a good chill session." He shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink.

I look down at the plastic cup in my hands before pulling it up to my lips.

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