Julia Towns-Simmons POV:
"Did you let Karl know we were leaving?" Asked Liv
"No. I was thinking of doing that right now." I said
"You should. Just to let him know now that we're here."
"Yeah. I will."
I took out my phone. I was about to text him when I got a text from Ben.
Ben: Where are you?
Me: @ the airport. Why?
Ben: Are you at your gate yet?
Me: No. We just got here. Why are you asking me?"
His texts seemed very suspicious.
Ben: Just.
Me: Just why?
"What is it?" Asked Liv as she got her suitcase.
"It's Ben. He's texting me"
"I think I know why?" She said as she pointed behind me.
I turned around.
There was my brother and my husband walking towards us.
I could tell Karl had been crying. It pained me to see him like that. But I was still mad at him.
"What..." I was cut off before Karl pulled me into a hug.
"Please don't leave me, Julia. Please don't" He whispered in my ear.
I was jello in this man's arms. I could never do anything to hurt him. I hugged him back and kissed him on the cheek.
Surprisingly there weren't a lot of people at the airport.
We had asked the driver to drop us off in the parking lot. I didn't want to risk being caught by the paparazzi.
If there was, who knows how many had already called the paparazzi.
"Karl... babe..."
Karl wouldn't let go of me.
"Babe look at me," I said. I wiped off the tears that were growing in the rim of his eyes.
"Ben imma need to borrow your car for a sec," I said as I pulled Karl behind me. "Watch my baby."
Like a gentleman, Karl always opens the car door and lets me go in first.
I waited for him to get in. A minute of silence and stares passed. Karl looked like he had just been scauled.
I straddled his waist and he still couldn't look at me. His head was laying on my chest.
I cupped his face and gave him a peck. and then straddled his waist.
Just by looking at his face, I know he had no sleep. He had pink puffy eye bags.
"What time did you go to sleep?" I asked.
"3 hours ago." He said
"That's not good babe," I said.
"I was thinking about you all night." He said.
"I was thinking about you too," I said.
I was. Every time Liv would bring up something from the past, I would zone out and think about Karl.
I laid my head on his chest and was engulfed by the stench of his t-shirt. It smelled like alcohol.
"Karl?"
