Where have you been?

Chapter Two

Ten years later:

"Cassie, baby! Time to go!!" I looked out the window and saw Justin smiling at me. I laughed and grabbed my bag, walking out of the dance studio and into his arms. He wrapped me up tightly and his lips landed on mine. "I missed you." He smiled as he kissed me again, before grabbing my bag and leading me to the car.

I meant Justin three years ago when I was a dancer on tour with a very popular boy band and he was the sound guy. We had been inseparable since we meant.

I had been so hung up on Ronnie still, even years after our divorce, that I hadn't meant anyone that made me feel half of what he did, until Justin.

We started dating two months after meeting. Moved in together a year later. He proposed six months ago and of course I said yes. I was the happiest I had ever been since Ronnie and I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way when it came to Justin.

Father loved him. Justin was the complete opposite of Ronnie, in every way. Where Ronnie didn't care what my father thought about us and wouldn't deal with him treating me the way he did, Justin spent his time doing everything my father wanted. That's the only issue I had with him, the only reservation I had about marrying him.

"I missed you too." He started driving toward the house and reached for my hand.

"I needed to talk to you. I got a call from a band today. They want me to work for them. I'd be in charge of the whole show this time, Cassie."

"I thought the last one was it. I thought we were staying home and starting our life together, here." We had agreed when he proposed, that we were both going to get jobs where we were home every night. I had already turned down massive tours to dance because of our agreement. Something my father was elated about. He never did like my job.

"I know, baby, but they sought me out. I talked to you father about it and he was on board. Told me it was a great opportunity for me."

He pulled into the driveway and I just looked at him. "You talked to him before you talked to me? How typical." I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me. I saw him shake his head as he got out.

"Cassie. I had to give them an answer before they moved on. They need me right away." I turned on my heel and frowned at him.

"So you've already accepted the job then?" He nodded and I threw my hands up. "Then why say you need to talk to me? You already made up your mind."

"I have to go meet them tonight, sign the contract. I want you to go with me. I need you to. You're always my good luck charm." I shook my head as I looked at him. "Come on, baby. You know you can't stay mad at me." I rolled my eyes and walked away.

"I'll go, but this isn't finished." I walked upstairs and wondered If I was making the right decision.
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We walked in the restaurant and were immediately escorted to another, more private room. We were the first to arrive and we sat down. We hadn't really talked since our fight earlier and I was still annoyed. We ordered a drink, him a beer and a sprite for me. I wasn't really a drinker, not anymore.

I got up and told Justin I needed to use the restroom, truth was, I needed a minute to myself. I walked into the bathroom and sighed looking at myself in the mirror. I didn't even know who I was anymore. I use too. I use to know exactly what I wanted, what I wanted to do. I shook my head and walked back out.

By the time I walked back into the room, it was full. I saw Justin standing, talking to a man that looked awfully familiar from behind. I smiled as I meant Justin's eyes and he waved me over. "There she is." He gripped my hand and pulled me close. "Ronnie, this is my Cassie." My breath caught as our eyes meant. He smirked and looked away.

"Nice to meet you." He walked away, telling Justin to come with him. I watched in silence as they talked, every once in a while, my eyes would meet his and we would stare at each other. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered, more so, if even possible.

The make up was gone and he had more tatoos, but he was still gorgeous. I couldn't take the looks anymore and I walked outside, waiting for Justin near the car, trying to clear my head. My head shot up when I heard the door open and saw Ronnie walking toward me. I bit my lip as he neared, stopping in front of me, his eyes searching mine.

"Well, well. How is my ex-wife doing?" I looked around him making sure Justin didn't hear. "He doesn't know, does he?"

"No he doesn't and if I knew it was you
that he was working for, I would have stopped him." He laughed and looked around.

"You think he would have listened? Everyone wants to work for us." I rolled my eyes and tried to walk around him. He gripped my arm and stopped me. "There's one thing I've always wanted to know. Why did you do it?"

I yanked my arm from his grip and he let go. "Do what?"

"Kill our baby? I thought we were happy. I thought we loved each other. I thought you couldn't do that. Isn't that what you told me?"

I couldn't believe he was saying this. Kill our baby? What? " What are you even talking about? I didn't."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Cassie. Your father told me everything. How you couldn't bring yourself to stay married to me or have my baby. How I was the biggest mistake you ever made. I could have forgiven you if you'd have let me see you. But you wouldn't let me near you when I came home."

"You came home? My father told you what?" I couldn't breath. I couldn't believe this.

"Don't act like you don't know or like you don't know what I'm talking about. Why did you kill our baby?" Before I could even try to explain what happened, everyone else walked out. He moved away from me, telling Justin that he had a nice chat with me and that they would talk tomorrow.

I was quite the whole way home. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. He thinks I had an abortion. Why would my father tell him that? Father said he told him what happened and Ronnie didn't want to come home. Father said Ronnie had told me to file for divorce, that we were over. I also knew that father did not like Ronnie, hated him even. I was so confused.

We got home and as we made it inside, Justin pulled me into his arms. "Cassie. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I hate it when you are. We're suppose to go get the marriage licence tomorrow."

I pulled away and looked at him. It didn't matter what father told Ronnie. We probably wouldn't have lasted anyway.

"I'm not mad anymore. Justin, you have to talk to me not my father. You're marrying me not him."

"From now on, it's you and me baby." I smiled but it was fake. I kissed him and told him I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He nodded and let me go.

As I got ready for bed, all I could think about was Ronnie and what he said. He thought we were happy. We were. He thought we loved each other. We did, so fucking much. Looking back I should have tried harder to talk to him myself instead of relying on my father, I should have made sure he knew what really happened. I never dreamed my father would tell him that, ever. But it didn't surprise me. Father would have done anything to get me away from Ronnie. I went to bed that night dreaming about him.