Haylee Reanor is a very successful woman at the age of 24 she built her own company from the ground up.
Connor Luca took over his fathers business at 27, even though he had other plans with his life.
Both Haylee and Connor have a painful past with...
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"Well you look like shit" kade laughed
"And hi to you too" I rolled my eyes.
"How you doing sis" kade smiled "I hope Marshall is looking after you"
"Yeah he is, it's nice to have someone that's been though what I've been through you know" I said leaning back in the chair.
"Well I'd never thought I'd see the day that's your step foot into a studio again" kade said
"Neither did I but here I am" I laughed "sat in Marshall's studio in his house. How's ma"
"She's stressed but I can understand why" he sighed
"Has Luke showed his face since I left a couple of days ago"
"Nah think you frightened him away sis" he nodded
"Good" I said twirling the pen in my hand staring at the note pad.
"Connors in"
"Kade no i don't want to here his name or speak about him. At the moment it's bad enough I have his fucking name tattooed in that fucking gun" I sighed.
"I came away to get my head straight so no talk of him"
"Ok fine" he sighed
"Jayy where are you" I heard Marshall shout through the house.
"Studio" I shouted back.
"Kade I'm gonna go keep me updated on work yeah and tell Ma I love her" I said.
"Will do, love you sis" he smiled
"Love you too" I said before ending the Skype call.
Staring down at the paper I smiled to myself and the scribbles on the page.
"So I see someone has been writing today" Marshall smiled at me.
"Guessing you found some inspiration" he smiled
"You could say that, more like built up anger I guess" I said leaning back in the chair.
Before I could stop him, he had already grabbed the pad and was reading.
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick that mic back up I don't know how or why or when And I ended up in this position I'm in I starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
"This is good Jayy" marshall smiled at me.
"I kinda got stuck at that point, told you writing isn't easy for me and have no idea for the beat" I sighed playing with the pen again.
"Hang on ive been working on a beat for a couple of weeks which might work" he said going over to the mixer.
As I listened to the beat I felt it in my soul. Something ignited in my soul, jumping up off the chair I walked into the booth causing Marshall to smile.
"Start it again from around 30 seconds" I said slipping the headphones up.
After rapping the first verse I looked up. I had tears in my eyes. I felt so vulnerable right now.
Marshall was stood there with a massive grin on his face.
"Wait skip to about 1 min 28, think I've got something" I said
As the music change I just let the words flow out.
"But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you"
Tears were rolling down my cheeks right now. But the look on Marshall's face made me smile.
"And I think we have a shady in the making dad" Hailie laughed walking into the studio.
"Do you know what kiddo I think you are right" he grinned at me as I came out of the booth
"It feels good to get back in a booth" I half smiled.
"It does help trust me, now don't worry about the track for now, we will work on it together" he smiled pulling me into a hug.
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"I can't believe you put a clip up of me on your insta" I moaned as we ate dinner.
"I always do when I'm producing something new" marshall smiled
My work phone buzzed in my pocket for the millionth time. I wish I never looked
- I'm sorry haylee I don't know what I was thinking -
- I fucked up ok -
-please don't ignore me -
- oh I see your in the studio with him again -
- you dare write about me and you will regret it -
- I will get you back -
All texts off Connor, he was really showing his true colours now and I hated it.
"Excuse me" I said holding back tears as I got up from the table and went outside.
Why couldn't the world give me a break.
I was getting my life back on track yet everything I did seemed to be screwing me over.
I don't think I have ever wanted a hit so badly as I did right now.
I wanted to not feel anything at all.
I don't know how long I was stood there before I felt arms being wrapped around me and pulling me close.
"Hey little one, just breath, I got you" marshall whispered kissing the top of my head.
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Do you think Haylee and Connor can make it through this storm or has Connor showed his true colours enough to make Haylee realise he isn't the one?
Or will Haylee realise that Marshall is the one the longer she stays with them??
Let me know your thoughts so far would love your feedback
