The Rockstar That Saved Me *ON HOLD*

The Rockstar That Saved Me *ON HOLD*

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I lost everything. My husband. My house. My son.....I wanted to give up but then he came into my life. He is The Rockstar That Saved Me. "Zac don't do this! You can't take my baby from me!" I was on my knees begging him not to take Roxas from me. I would have nothing left. Nothing to keep me alive. Zac just looked at me. "I will. He deserves better than this. Jessica will take over for you." I turned towards the blonde whore. Isn't it enough she is taking my husband and my house?! She has to take my son as well?! "Can I at least visit him? I'm his mother I do have rights!" The bitch just laughed. "As if a judge would let you near him, you suicidal slut!" Zac handed me Roxas. "I'm being nice enough to let you say goodbye Rogue. Take it and we will see how it goes in court." I cried as I held my baby for what may be the last time. "Mommy loves you so much Roxas. Don't ever forget that. I will always love you baby." I kissed his head and cried even harder as Zac took him from me. "Mama!" Roxas started crying, trying to reach for me. "I love you baby! Zac please!" Zac gave me one last look. "Bye Rogue." With that he walked out the door. The last thing I saw was Jessica smirking and my baby reaching for me. "I love you baby."
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"Syd, it's me. Please come.. I need you... please..." It was the call I was way too familiar with. It was always in the middle of the night, with his voice so soft sometimes it only comes out as a whisper. The call I never rejected, even when it had been months since we had spoken. He does need me, I know he does, he knows I need him too. I always show up, some nights it's because I'm worried what would happen if I didn't. Some nights it's because I've missed him so much it hurts. I don't need a bag, my life has been tangled with his for so long that our boundaries are completely blurred. I tell him I love him and that I'm on my way. I will always show up. I call the gatehouse when I get to the first house on his street, so they know to expect me. They give me a smile and a friendly nod as I pull up. Parking in my usual spot and hurrying up the front steps, my fingers finding the house key on my ring by memory. I step quietly through the door into the dark house, punching in the code to the security system... the date we met... and slip off my shoes before nearly running barefoot down the hall to his bedroom. The door is open just a crack and I shut it quietly behind me. I quickly step out of my pajama pants and slip in bed beside him. He reaches out for me immediately and I sink into his arms. He just holds me tight to his chest for a moment, his hands are warm through the cotton of my tee shirt, I can tell he's crying from the way his chest shakes. "I love you Sydney... I'm so sorry I do this to you."

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