Way Down We Go

Chapter Nineteen

"And preforming her new single 'If I get my way' for the first time tonight, on the David Squire show, this is Scarlett Bealieu!"

I took a deep breath, waiting for the curtains to open, swallowing thickly. The crowd were in front of me, the dancers and backup singers behind. I heard my que, then started to sing.

"Mmm

This night, no, I don't wanna talk about her

Tonight, I really wanna fix your hurt"

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, no longer surprised to see the dishevelled blonde standing in one of the living rooms of my castle. His hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. In all black, eyes looking like blue buttons and exhausted, I wasn't familiar with this version of the man I loved. But it was still him.

"I wanted to talk to you about what's going on."

"I don't want to talk to you. What's done is done, you've having babies with Lola and being a drunken little whore with the D'amencourts daughter and anything else with tits and a pulse. What else is there to say?" I asked him.

"I just want to explain. It's been months since I talked to you, I just want to explain why I did what I did."

"What is there to say? That you were drunk and it was a mistake? You said that tenfold after I found the pictures online and confronted you about them. Your words have no meaning for me anymore." I hissed, walking away from him and throwing myself upon my couch. I poured myself some hot tea and chowed down on some dark chocolate covered strawberries and macaroons. 

"Are you still here?" he hadn't left, but I heard his breathing.

"I'm not going to leave until I explain myself. After, I'll leave and you'll never have to speak to me again."

"You're just going to give up on us? Just like that?" I asked. "If you meant what you said the day I threw you out, fight for me!"

"You can't tell me you still wanna be with me, Marie! I cheated on you and got Lola pregnant with two kids, you threw me out and filed for divorce! There is no us any more!" he snapped. It hurt to admit that our relationship would be over, no matter how much I hated that hurt. But I had to be strong right now.

"Say what you have to and leave my house." I hissed.

"Okay." he took a deep, calming breath. "I only did what I did because I did have far too much to drink. You know we fought on the morning of the party. I was miserable and lonely and wanted to apologise, but you were gone doing publicity all through the night! I was drunk and sad and she was there! I couldn't see clearly and you and Lola look alike! You both wore red that night, I assumed she was you!"

"So, you were sad and hurt and she fixed whatever hurt you had inside after we argued about your parents' business merge, don't make me laugh!"

"'Cause I can see it in your face
Your heart is breaking, heart is breaking
And no, this night, no, I don't wanna hear her name"

"So, what are you gonna do now?" my mother asked me, settling a glass of champagne near me upon the island we sat. "After hearing about my son's drunken behaviour, I mean."

I sighed, sipping on the expensive drink. "I don't know. What can I do? He cheated and got her pregnant, I threw him out and ever since, he's been sleeping with everything with boobs and a pulse. What can I do?" I gulped down more. "I don't think I can take him back." I shook my head, brushing my hair with my hands. "I'm not read to stop up and forgive, he's hurt me too much. And even if I could, I know if I did, I've gotta take on those two innocent children growing inside Lola. How could I do that? I haven't got the slightest hint on how to raise children. You know how my own childhood was."