Come Break Me Down

Chapter 12

Two months had gone by since that day in the kitchen and he left to begin filming. At first when he left, he was calling me a few times a day, but as the weeks passed, it got to be less and less.

Lately, I was lucky if he called once a day and it was usually late and only to tell me goodnight. I knew he was busy and didn't want to seem like a whiny girlfriend that couldn't have her way, but I missed him terribly. It was just hard to be alone and not feel the way things seemed to be strained.

I was out shopping with a friend when I received a text saying that he would be home, but only for three days. He would fly in for the weekend and then go right out to finish up.

I went out and picked up all of the foods that I knew he would want to eat. The day that he was due home, he text saying he would be in around noon. I went to lunch with a friend, with the intention of being back in time for him. When I walked in the door, he was already home. He was in the middle of an interview and I poked my head in the door, to see him responding to a question. I didn't want to disturb him, but he smiled as he waved me over. "Come on in and have a seat, I'll be finished in a few minutes."

I nodded and sat in a chair across the room, looking at a magazine while he continued his interview. When he was done, I changed my clothes. He snuck in and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Sorry about that. I didn't know it would take that long, he asked if we could do it here so I didn't want to have to go back out. Did you have a good time today?"

"It was just lunch. You look tired, baby." I could see the bags under his eyes.

"I'm good, but I have a few people coming over to work on some music." He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Grabbing a T-shirt, he pulled it over his head.

"Oh yeah?" I really didn't know what to say. He's always nonstop and I was just a little annoyed that he was already planning to start on something else. I mean, he just got home and was already telling me that he would be working instead of spending a little time with me.
Staying upstairs, I kept myself busy reading a book that I had been saving. I took a shower and by five, I walked down to make him some food. He thanked me, but went right back out to work.

By midnight, I turned the lights off in the bedroom and felt myself growing more angry. After tossing and turning all night, I woke up the next morning only to roll over and find that he never even came to bed. Shaking my head, I walked down to see him asleep on the couch.

Quietly stepping into the kitchen, I made some coffee. I guess the smell woke him and he came into the kitchen and put his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep out here."

Kissing my neck, I could feel the anger melting away. "What are we doing today?" Hoping he would say nothing, I held my breath.

"Baby, Shannon is coming over in a few hours. We are going to be working on what I started yesterday." He let go and stepped back.

I tossed my coffee out after only a few sips and walked up to the bedroom, already pissed off. He went to take a shower and I pulled my clothes on. Grabbing my purse, I walked out the door.