Lindsey unsteadily stomped in, "What do you want?" slurred Stevie trying to clumisly hide what she had been doing, knowing how he felt about her actions, she tried to look calm and normal.
"You dont have to worry about hiding it, i know what your doing." He smirked "Snorted a whole mountain today have you?" he asked sarcastically hands on his hips.
"I can tell clearly so have you and i'm not your problem anymore," She replied unsteadily getting off the lounge and taking to bottle, who was he to lecture.
"Run away with booze, run away, your good at that!" he snapped.
"Shut up, your the one who ran away, I only wanted a short break so you'd wake up to yourself but no you went and fucked the world of groupies, how many Linds, in the first few days after we broke up? Hmm?" she snapped at him glaring.
Lindsey was shocked, was it just supposed to be a short break, had he fucked up his own chance with her? He didn't know what to think " Whatever Stevie, maybe you should quit all the drugs and boozing!"
"Your lecturing me, that's why all the problems started, you were first one to buy marijuana and spent all those years smoking it while I worked my fuckin arse off! Then you went stupid drinking since we've been Fleetwood Mac and don't forget the cocaine!" She yelled
He scoffed "Who did I just catch out with cocaine and whiskey?" he eyed her smugly, her angry face making him beginning to laugh, he could feel
"Your stupid and you make me run to drugs because your such a pig!" she turned her back on him and began walking "Your just wasted and want to hurt me some more!"
"Your stoned and drunk too and still fuckin sexy!" he said, smirking
He wanted to hate her but, he still loved her and wanted her back especially at this moment and he felt guilty too was everything she said true, "And babe you dumped me" he said nearing closer, she could still see the hurt in his beautiful denim blue eyes as she faced him, but wanted to slap him one too.
"Linds we werent working you were too controlling, just grow up" she said hurt as well walking towards a closet door and then stopping.
"I loved you Stevie, you were like a wife to me, my only love, I know I fucked up but I cared so much I was overprotective, your so small and sweet and" he said with a tear in his eye, what was he doing, he felt like a whirlwind of emotions, his anger for Stevie and mostly himself, his longing for her and his own insecurities after her comment earlier.
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Don't say that you love me
RomanceFleetwood Mac is on an early tour in the late 70's and are working on "Rumours" Stevie is haunted by the past, she is losing her grip on her own life to drugs and alcohol, which only causes her to make more mistakes. Who will save her and who will...