Ozone // CLINTON AND CHRISTIAN

17: Angeline

Jaida's POV

I finally got my chance. I know exactly why I'm here. I know exactly what I'm looking for. I can get Clinton back, away from this – bitch. I need him in my life, and I'll do anything to get him back.

He's waking up, but she is still unconscious.

"Where are we?" Clinton mumbles, still groggy.

Poor baby. I feel bad that I had to tie his hands behind his back, but I knew he would try to save her if I didn't. Soon enough he'll come back to his senses and realize I'm the one for him.

I pout. "We're at my parents' vacation house. It wasn't that hard getting you here. Roofies in your drinks. I didn't want to do it this way, but once you were unconscious, I just put you in my car and drove you here."

God, his hair looked beautiful. His curls were a mess, falling in front of his face. He struggles to get out of the ropes. "AND NOBODY NOTICED?"

"Of course, they did, silly. Easy cover, we were outside of a club. All I had to say was that you two were my friends that drank too much, and I was taking you home."

His eyes flickered with rage.

"Now, I think it's time for some fun. Don't you, Clinton?" I've waited for this moment for so long.

He winces as I slap (Y/n) awake. Her head tilts from side to side, eyes widening when she sees our surroundings. "Clinton? Babe, where are we?" she asks in a shaky voice.

I slap her again. "Don't call him that!"

I take a deep breath and smile at Clinton. "Now why don't you tell her why we're here?"

Clinton shakes his head and (Y/n) starts crying.

"Clinton, Jaida? What is going on?"

I laugh. This is too fuckin good.

Clinton sighs. "That isn't Jaida. Her name is Angeline. She's my ex."

I smirk at them. "Angel for short. So, Clinton, tell her why we're here."

"I don't know why..." He struggles to get off the ropes again.

I feel the rage building inside me. The pain from years ago, the hurt, the anger, everything. Tears well up in my eyes but I quickly push them back. I lean down and whisper into Clinton's ear, "Tell her or I'll blow her head off."

"Okay... I'll tell her." Clinton stuttered. His face became pale. I didn't care. It's happening. He's going to love me now, once he remembers.

He shifts in his chair, his precious new girlfriend looking at him, terrified of the words about to spill out of his mouth. Clinton looks back at her, shaking. This is the moment where she finds out that he truly loves me.

"I met Angeline in 2017 at one of our concerts towards the end of a tour. She found us at our tour bus, and she ended up coming inside. We hooked up and exchanged numbers."

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes. I wasn't upset. I felt joy. I'm happy she's hearing this.

"We had a bunch of late night talks. She told me a lot about her dad. She said he never loved her family, she told me stories of abuse. I felt bad for her. She told me she loved me, and we ended up getting into a relationship."

What? That's not true. He loved me too. Of course, he felt bad for me, but that's not the only reason we started dating.

"Everything was perfect at first. We dated that whole winter and spring. She was so supportive of us while we were in the studio and we had great times. But it changed when we went on tour again."

"After meet and greets, she got jealous. Too protective. She didn't like when the fans hugged me or when I accepted gifts and brought them back to the bus. But the protectiveness and subtle jealousies turn into possessiveness. If I was out with the boys, she would blow up my phone, texting and calling, expecting me to answer right away. If I wasn't with her, she was always questioning my whereabouts, who I was with, and what I did."

"All that turned into her accusing me of cheating. I tried to prove I was loyal to only her, but nothing seemed to work. I ended up spending less time with the boys, cutting off all girls I knew, and not really going out to avoid us arguing."

"But that was the thing that got me twisted. She acted so charming and personable in public, but behind closed doors she was a whole different person. Once we got alone, everything turned into an argument. She judged things I've done for years: my lifestyle choices, what I ate or drank, or even what I wore. Arguments with her got turned around on me and were made like it was my fault."

"There were so many times where I thought that I couldn't do it anymore. It was too overwhelming and exhausting. I didn't know what to do with that girl. I swore I was through with that girl. I think she knew I felt that way. But she also knew how to keep me. She knew about my fame and made threats to ruin my career. When that didn't work, she would threaten self-harm or suicide. Of course, I cared about her, so I didn't leave."

"She also made quite an obvious point. Over and over, she would say 'Clinton, you will never find anyone who cares for you as much as I do.' And I believed that. I felt like I didn't deserve better. My self-esteem was low and the idea of finding new love didn't seem possible. Being single seemed horrifying. I never thought I would get out."

He sighed. "The final straw was after an argument, when she cut the brakes out of my car back home. Mitchel's rage he was holding back, well, it all came out at once. He told her how he felt about her. It wasn't pretty. She broke down crying and so did I. I stayed up crying every night, mostly to Mitty. He just kept telling me, 'She'll find someone to take your place. He might appreciate her sense of humor; he might just be as equally insane.' That always made me laugh."

He cleared his throat and looked at me. Those eyes. I missed them.

But he's lying. Why is he lying to her about us? My head starts to pound from the same feeling of heartache I felt throughout that relationship.

Our relationship was much more than bad times. We were in love. I supported him through everything. But he got depressed. I wanted him to talk to me when he was depressed, but he turned to drugs. It hurt like hell.

With that life on the road, I felt neglected. I was terrified about the thought of losing him, but it made everything worse when I told him about it. It turned into arguments, where he said I was too possessive. I tried not to be, but I heard how Mitchel talked about the fans. They hooked up with people almost every night on tour. I know that used to be Clinton's life before he met me, and I couldn't bear the thought of him going back to that.

I know it was wrong of me to cut the brakes out of his car. That night was a mess. For months before that, I coped with Vicodin and codeine and I wasn't in my right mind.

I was only 19, but I'm older and more mature. He's in a relationship and clearly can handle one now, so I want him back. I've loved him this whole time. Why can't he see that?

I notice my face is red and Clinton and (Y/n) are staring at me. I straighten myself up and stare her directly in the eyes.

"(Y/n), I need him back. He was mine first."

She starts to cry and for some reason, I feel like I'm about to do the same.

"Clinton, I'm sorry it has come to this, but you aren't telling the truth. I need you back." I take out two blindfolds and wrap them around their heads as they struggle in the ropes.

"Angeline, please..." Clinton cries.

It doesn't matter. It's too late.

I close my eyes and take out my father's pistol. I take a deep breath and put the gun to his head.

Did you expect Jaida/Angeline to be Clinton's ex? What do you think she will do? Will someone come to help?

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~A