Chapter 4

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MicahFox: Adding to the family

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MicahFox: Adding to the family

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Out of fucking nowhere, my ex girlfriend surfaced and started talking all types of shit. Carla Pierce is a woman that I rarely speak of but if you ever hear the name Denise in my songs, it's Carla Denise Pierce.

Nobody outside of our crew knew that we had dated and since we toured together, suspicions never arose when we would be spotted out together. Carla claims that I got her hooked on drugs and that shit pissed me off because I would never do that.

Sure, I was a shitty guy but I would never share drugs with anyone who wasn't willing. Our relationship was a fucked version of a 90s rockstar love story. We did drugs, held regular sex parties on our tour bus and fought like crazy.

Since we both slept with other, it was easy to forget that we were in a four year relationship because we were rarely sober. After hearing her story, I felt bad knowing that she has overdosed numerous times but I don't like being painted like the bad guy.

I went to see Carla last night and I found myself falling for her all over again. I tried to initiate sex with her and she shut me down so I left.

Today she called me to meet at some private coffee shop which she had shut down just for us. Upon arrival, I order three espressos for myself because I'm going to need something strong to get me through this.

"Hey Stud." I feel a hand on the back of my neck and I lean back into it.

"Carla."

I stand up to pull her in for a brief hug before looking down at her lips that I am so tempted to kiss.

"You look well." I tell her and she smiles at me.

"So do you."

She pulls away and I sigh as I take my seat

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She pulls away and I sigh as I take my seat. Carla orders a Vanilla Latte which makes me chuckle, as fierce as she is, she will always order the weakest drink.

"Fuck off." She playfully flips me off.

"How are you adjusting?" I ask, in reference to her returning to the limelight after a year away.

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