MAGICAL TIME SKIP TO TWO WEEKS AND THREE DAYS LATER
Ellington:
"Just go!" I screamed at Rocky, with tears rushing down my face. My eyes were hot with tears as he spun on his heels jogging towards the door.
He looked me over before running out the door, perfectly fine and okay.
I collapsed onto the couch in a pool of my own tears. He hates me. I know he does. I can feel it.
He's gonna forget about me again and I'm going to kill myself.
But no one will save me.
So I bet you're wondering why Rocky and I were fighting. We're so perfect, right? Well, all started this morning.
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Rocky:
I was getting ready to go over to Ratliff's house and watch Dance Mom's when the phone rang, quite loudly.
"Ughhhh. . ." I groaned and answered the phone.
I had to pull it away from my face because of the loud screams coming through. "Rocky!" My agent screamed.
"Kinda busy right now," I inched the phone closer to my face, eventually pressing it to my ear.
"You got the job! You're playing the lead!" I almost dropped the phone.
It almost slipped my mind that I'd auditioned for a big movie roll. And it'd slipped my mind that I'd have the possibility of getting that roll. "That's great news, but I can't do it," I can't leave Ratliff and my family, I just started talking to them again.
"What do you mean you can't do it?!" She yelled into the phone.
"I mean, I'm not doing the role. Or any other roll for that matter. The filmings in Spain right? I won't even do it if it's in my own apartment. So basically, you're fired. Have a nice day!" I hung up and switched my phone to silent.
I just can't leave them.
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Ellington:
Rocky seemed different. He was always distant and starring at me. I needed to know why. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No reason," He peeled his eyes from me, refocusing on the T.V.
"Rocky," I scooted closer to him. "There's something you're not telling me." He didn't reply. "Please Rocky."
He sighed, looking at the floor and our feet. We both had pairs of socks with polka dots, and we traded one of each so we had mix matched socks with polka dots. "I got the lead in a movie today."
"Oh." I said. That's why, he's sad he's not gonna see me for most of the day. But he can still come here after he's done shooting, so why is he acting like that?
"It's in Spain."
That's why. My eyes were glassy when I looked up at him. "Oh."
"I turned it down and fired my agent."
I looked at him with wide eyes. "You can't do that.
He gave me a puzzled face. "Yes I can. And I did as a matter o'fact, and I do believe you should be praising me right now."
I looked at him and shook my head. "Rocky, I love you. But you need to take that role."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Just go!" I screamed at Rocky, with tears rushing down my face. In this argument we were both standing and yelling, getting angry. My eyes were hot with tears as he spun on his heels jogging towards the door.
He looked me over before running out the door, perfectly fine and okay.
I collapsed onto the couch in a pool of my own tears. He hates me. I know he does. I can feel it.
He's gonna forget about me again and I'm going to kill myself.
But no one will save me.
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Authors Note: This chapter is shitty and makes 0 sense. I was trying to come up with a good topic for a fight, and I kinda failed...Any who, yeah. So it's five am and I was crying until two because I accepted the fact that I had depression on Friday then decided not to tell anyone. But my parents are getting suspicious and I just looked up sad thoughts on wattpad and I tried to explain to the air what depression felt like.
My mom's a fucking directioner. WTF MOM. They came on the radio and called them a boyband, because they literally all, and she said it.
"What about R5?"
I got really mad and pulled out my phone, lecturing her for like ten minutes about RYDEL AND HOW SHE IS A GIRL. PLUS THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS.
Next update: Probably Tuesday nightish.
- xoxo Robin
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