London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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Right, you're on in twenty." Slumping into my dressing room chair after meet and greet, I kick my heels off neatly hitting Colton in the process who's lounged out on my sofas. I look at him and smile, it's weird to think we're nearly through with tour. The stage manager disappears behind the door again.
"What are you grinning at?" Colton sits up mirroring my smile, I shrug.
"Just things. This." I gesture around the room. He nods his head and holds out an arm, beckoning me over to him. I flop down on top of him and let his arms fall over my back.
"Hey." He smiles.
"Hey." I bite my lip, running my thumb over his cheekbone.
My head falls to his chest and we lay in a comfortable silence, the only noise, his beating heart beneath his rib cage.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I-" my fathomable reply cut short by the piercing ring of my phone. I push myself off Colton and scurry around the dressing room looking for my phone. Sofia's caller ID lights up the screen.
"Hey, Mamacita," I say into the phone. It's quiet for a few seconds before Sofia replies.
"Gigi, I need you not to freak out and stay calm okay?" She sounds panicked.
"What? What's happened?" My pulse speeds up thinking about every little thing that could have gone wrong.
"Promise me you'll stay calm and won't do anything irrational?" She pleads.
"Yes! Just tell me what's happened!" I shout getting antsy. Just fucking tell me Sof.
"Okay. It's Luca... Gigi, they've taken him." Her voice wobbles.
"You better be fucking joking Sofia. What do you mean taken?" I deadpan watching the colour drain from my face in the dressing table mirror.
" Social Services. Your mum, she overdosed and social services took him."
I can't feel anything. The room spins around me and my knees buckle. I can't breathe. The one person I swore to protect has been taken from me. I failed him.
My phone drops to the floor, probably cracking on the concrete. I feel paralysed. Completely uncontrolled.
"What's wrong?" I can hear Colton's voice but make no effort in acknowledging it. "Gigi, what's wrong? What's happened?" He drops next to me and tries to pull me into a hug.
"Don't touch me." I flinch away from his touch, he looks pained and confused.
"What? What's wrong?" He tries to help me off the floor but I push him away, the room's like a furnace.
"I need to go," I mumble, running around the room to grab things, my fingers fumble over the items. I've got no time to think about it so I just throw some random bits into a bag.
