Unplanned Love

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Jens POV

'Robert can you just come talk to me'? I said, softly through the bathroom door.

I heard a clank and he opened the door, holding a bottle of vodka and tossed a bottle of pills into the bathroom sink.

I just leaned against the doorframe and rubbed my face.

'What do you want Jennifer'? He said, in a deep, annoyed voice.

'I want you Rob. You without your drinking and crude words that you always use against me. I want you to get help'.

'Are you saying i'm fucking sick? Mentally ill'? he started yelling.

'STOP IT ROBERT!!! Look at yourself! getting drunk all day everyday and everyone thinks you are Mr. Perfect!', I yelled back, crying.

'Oh now you're gonna cry like a spoiled brat'? he shot back.

'No i'm gonna cry like someone who is in love and has to watch the love of their life fall apart in front of them! I thought you loved me', I said quietly.

He set the bottle down and walked to me as I leaned against the wall, wiping my eyes.

'Don't you cry. I'm fine', he said and wiped my tears.

He held my hands and pushed against me, kissing my neck firmly, making me moan.

'Rob don't', I said and moved away.

'Oh now you don't even want me to kiss you'?

'Hey! You do it every time, you think that attempting to turn me on will make me forget about everything but this time it will not work', I said, crossing my arms.

'Fine Jennifer! You win, i'll join an alcohol support group', he said, defeated.

'Thank you. Try an anger management class while your at it', I said jokingly, but deep down I was dead serious.

'Don't push it Lopez', he said.

'I'm going to work. Bye', I said.

'I love you', he said.

'You too', I replied and left.

We are just going through the motions and I feel so trapped.

We've been together for 4 years now. We started so in love but now he isn't even the same person I fell for. He drinks when he gets stressed, he's jealous if I even speak to a man!

But the worst thing is his anger when he's drinking. He yells and belittles me so often. He makes me cry and question everything about myself. And the worst of it is that after he sobers up, he doesn't remember doing it. My motto is that if he says it, he thinks it, drunk or not. And if he thinks it, he means it.

Even the sex sucks. It's all him, him, him. Pleasure me? Why the fuck would he do that?

I love him but i'm losing hope.

I pulled into the parking lot at the audition location for American Idol and went right to my dressing room.

I put on a simple black maxi skirt that was sheer halfway down with a black and white stripped tanktop.

'Good enough', I said and flipped my head over to run my fingers through my curly hair.

I looked in the mirorr and sighed.

Harrys POV

'Jill please come back', I said over the phone.

'Fuck off. Sometimes people fall out of love. You didn't do anything. I'm just not interested anymore'.