20 minutes earlier.

"Don't tell me to slow down! I'm done and I'm leaving now!" He fishes a black bag out of our closet and throws it onto the bed with huge fury.

"Fine! GET THE HELL OUT!" the yell comes out from deep inside of my throat.

Soft music fills the room, drowning out the erratic movements in it. The pouring rain knocks on my window. Little drops trickle down the glass parallel with tears, burning my cheeks. My make-up is a total mess right now but I don't care. Sitting on the window sill, I'm looking out the window. Just looking, not noticing what is happening outside. My life slips away through my fingers right this moment, causing my heart to fall into pieces. Yeah, I'm afraid.

A deep shaky breath letting out from my chest reminds him of my presence.

"Why, Kay? Just why? After all that we've gone through? How could you do that to me?"

I feel his gaze on my back. His voice trembles and is full of sadness, making my heart squeeze. But I find the power to fight.

"What do you want from me, Carlos?!" I couldn't control my emotions, harshly turning to the guy. "You didn't give a damn then but now here you are. So what do you want from me?"

A new wave of tears covers my eyes again; I need a second to breathe.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" My boyfriend shouts, the sadness in his voice vanishes, giving way to anger. "I work for twenty hours a day and yeah, it's plain to see that you found a way to entertain yourself, didn't you?" he crumples a blue t-shirt and throws it in the bag.

"Of course!" I can't believe my ears. "Baby, you're beautiful, it's nothing wrong with you! It's only me"

"It's not but I've never given up on us. But you? What about you? You wouldn't even try if you had a chance. All you wanted is my fame and money! As soon as I came out the door, you cheated on me immediately, without any guilt. I'll never forgive myself for being so blind!"

"Shut your mouth!"

"What, huh? Are you gonna act innocent now? I saw those assholes. They undressed you with their eyes and I bet they saw much more before…"

"Shut! The fuck! UP!" I jump down of the sill. I'm almost voiceless but I don't care. The pain inside of my chest from his words is nothing compared to that. This all messes me up.

"Show me the proof! You don't have any. So how can you let your stinking mouth say this shit about me?! Such a perfect idiot! If they're my friends it doesn't mean I spread my legs for them! How many times you left just because? No explanation, no messages, no calls, nothing. I was just a damn walking dead! Should I thank you for lovin' me? You think you're doing it perfectly? You were just killing me inside. Yeah, maybe I'm a freak but they were the ones who saved me for so many times. They've been there for me, not YOU!" I push him in the chest; he staggers and steps back.

"I'm sure they have. They saved you oh so many times, fucking you senselessly on OUR bed!"

The sound of a slap shakes the room. His cheek gets redder within seconds.

"Don't you dare touch me like that, Kaylee!" Carlos hisses into my face.

I feel the pain pierces my forearm as his fingers squeeze it hard. The burning fire into the chocolate eyes in millimeters from mine sends shiver down my spine. I forget how to breathe. Frightened of my just-recently-called-loving boyfriend.

Seconds later I'm pushed on the bed behind me. My back hits the soft material while he grabs his bag and without a word leaves, slamming the door.

All I can do is curl up, letting the tears wash away my fear. My body shakes with sobs frantically. The pillow muffles the sounds of my cries. I haven't thought that pain can be so bad. The pain of the broken heart. The pain of every shatter inside, making it hard to breathe or move or even think. I don't know if I can take it anymore. It's the end. The emptiness. The dreams, crashed in one moment. The old Kaylee is dead and gone. Forever.

Whataya want from me? A quiet voice of Adam Lambert keeps asking in the silence of the room.