Pain and Love Comes in Many Forms

Chapter Thirty Four

So, Jack and I singing for fun went viral.

Because of course it did.

It always did.

At least I knew about this.

Still, we made headlines again. I never seemed to be left out of them.

Celebrity Couple Hits the Street Performance Crowd

Famous Actor/Singer a Victim

Victim

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It stopped being catchy after the tenth time it was used.

Still, it seemed as though that people who weren't paying attention before, suddenly got interested.

That became apparent when on set one day, nearing the end of October-

"Hey! Ma'am, you're not allowed back here!"

The entire crew and cast stopped what they were doing and turned to the commotion.

David and Kyle were on set with me today, and we all saw a woman ferociously stalk our way.

"Fucking hell!" I screamed.

"You know her?"

"That's Mrs. Queen, Jack's mom!" I got out, and everyone freaked out even more as security tried to get her.

But she got on the set, and got to me. She and I were about the same height. Last time I saw her, I was smaller. Times change.

"Hi Mrs-"

"You're fucking disgusting!" She spat.

I winced at her words, "another person who thinks that? Get in line." I shakily got out.

"I should've never let you near Jack. You turned him gay!" She smacked me across my face, and I stumbled back. People were too stunned to do anything.

I clenched my fists! "I didn't do anything! He didn't choose to love me, and he's not fucking gay. He's bi you deranged woman!" I shouted.

"I wish you were in the same car your dad died in." She hissed.

I staggered, feeling myself on the verge of tears.

NO!

I can't let her make me feel this way!

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm alive, is that what you want. Do you want me to tie that noose around my neck again? News flash, it's not happening. I love Jack, he loves me. The amount of times I've had sex with him is irreversible. The amount of fights we've had isn't going to change. The amount of times he's cried with me and I've cried with him won't be for nothing. The suffering we both dealt with, that will not be affected by a self righteous, bible following dumbass who wears more makeup than a circus clown working at a Sephora shop. Back off you homophobic shit. You no longer affect me, and you will not come in between me and Jack."

I think even I was surprised by how angered and annoyed I sounded.

Everything, all that anger and frustration, was gone.

She was shocked that I stood up for myself, "you belong in hell!"

"Then I'll happily take you with me. Stop acting self-righteous. At the end of the day, you're just a mother who hated the idea her son was with another man. You're a women who turned her back on the eighteen plus years you spent raising him, eighteen years of telling him that he's allowed to love. Eighteen years of acting happy he found purpose. Eighteen years you spent, building yourself up for disappointment. At the end of the day, you're no longer his mother. He broke the vile cycle you began, he broke free from the bonds you desperately tried to conform him too. Forgive him if he's happy without you in his life. Get off this set."

It was her turn to stagger, "since when did you grow a backbone?" She snapped out.

"I don't know, maybe it was the years of rape, abuse, suicide, self harm, fear, screaming, then finally getting all of that out. Finally being able to cry. Finally finding someone I love. Finally finding purpose. Finding people I want to protect. Maybe that's when I grew a backbone. I'm no victim, I'm a survivor, a veteran in these affairs. So again I say, get off this set!"

She stepped back into the arms of security.

"I'm sure your dad would hate who you've become!"

"My dad would be proud. My mom already is. Goodbye."

She was dragged off set and I let out an enormous sigh.

"I never thought such a kind women would turn out to be so vile."

"Yeah, Yeah, uh," David murmured.

"Where the hell did that come from!" Kyle exclaimed, "you seemed to just, exuded confidence and malice. I've never seen that from you before."

"I guess I was just done with people putting me down," I laughed awkwardly.

"And it's now on my instagram." David informed.

I looked at him, "the hell?"

"Sorry! It just-" He stammered, "it was a surprise to see."

I let out another sigh, "it's fine. It's fine." I rolled back my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asked.

"Not really, considering someone I saw as a second mom for the longest time turned out to be a horrible bitch. Of course I'm not fine! Still, I feel better having told her off. I need to talk to Jack about it later."

"Does he..." David began, "ever leave your mind? I feel like you constantly bring him up."

"I wished I could get him off my mind sometimes. No matter what I tried, I always failed. Now, I'm at a point where I'm happy if he's always on my mind. To be fair, I got engaged to him not too long ago, so it's not really a surprise."

"Man, I wish I could've had you as my own. You're a pretty faithful, and amazing son of bitch," David hummed.

"Well, I honestly think the only person destined for me was him. I've never been able to fall for anyone else other than him. Believe me, I tried in the eight years we were apart, but it never worked."

"It all ended with a kiss," Kyle sighed.

I nodded, "anyways, we should probably get back to filming, shouldn't we?"

The two nodded and we turned to the crew, who was still a bit in shock. When they saw things were settled, they rushed into actions and we got back to filming right away.

Seems like one thing will keep happening after another.

That totally figures.