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Bloody Holiday

Chapter One: Bloody Holiday

Love is such a Bloody Holiday

Drake and I had been married seven years. We had three beautiful children: Jude, Lucy and Eleanor. I sacrificed everything for my family. When I met Drake I had already established a career of my own. I worked hard to become what I was – successful. All of that, however, took a back seat when I became pregnant with Jude. Drake and I quietly got married in the presence of our families and away from the press. Our nuptials were only revealed a week later when Drake brought me on stage, a romantic serenade to his new wife. It was that moment that I decided I was the luckiest girl in the world.

I gave birth to Jude while we were on the road. We were in Green Bay. Two years later Lucy was born in Milwaukee. When I found out I was pregnant with Eleanor I almost stayed home in Los Angeles, determined not to have another child in Wisconsin. Drake convinced me to come with him on tour, promising we'd be home for the due date. Eleanor came early. We were in Madison when I went into labor. I convinced the bus driver to haul ass to Minnesota. Eight hours later Eleanor was born in a Minneapolis hospital. I loved my beautiful, Mid-West babies.

We spent the holidays at Drake's parents, mostly because my parents were too busy to even notice we weren't coming. They never wanted to have a child, much less grandchildren. I brought the kids to their house once in Sacramento. It ended in a priceless broken vase, screams and tears. We never visited them again. Audrey and Walter were different. They always treated me as their own, even when Drake and I had just stated seeing each other. They also loved the kids and spoiled them crazy. I think that's why Christmas was always my favorite.

I got on well with Drake's sister, Megan. She was stunning really. I envied her Parker family looks. Drake's step-brother, Josh, however, well, we never really hit it off. He almost didn't come to the wedding and when he did he looked at me with such hate. I thought it was me, but later found out otherwise.

Drake never toured over Christmas. He knew it was my favorite time of year and he wouldn't dare let me down. He knew how much I loved Walter, Audrey and Megan and Christmas was the only time I ever got them all together outside of touring. Josh would stop over every year, although he never seemed to enjoy the company as much as I did.

Jude was seven, Lucy was five and Eleanor was four. Jude played on his new guitar, a smaller version of his hero, his father, while the girls played with their Christmas gift from Megan, a glamour makeup kit. Lipstick was smeared all over their faces. Our children were innocent, beautiful. Jude was so much like Drake, you would think he spawned from him asexually. Lucy and Eleanor, however, resembled me greatly. They had my blond hair, my small nose and full lips. Their eyes, however, were all Drake's.

Josh had actually given me a present that year – the soundtrack to "Wicked." He smiled smugly to himself when he noticed that unlike me, Drake didn't seem to get the joke. I didn't mind however, because that was the year I bought him a thigh master.

I noticed how hesitant Drake appeared when Josh pulled them aside to have their usual chat in the old bedroom they had shared. I was foolish to follow them but I remembered once Megan told me how she used to spy on her brothers and in result, torturing them mercilessly. I excused myself to her room. To my dismay all of the equipment was still set up. I was however thrilled with the prospect of finally finding out what it was that made Drake seem so angry and distant after these little chats. Maybe, I thought, I would find out why Josh never warmed up to me.

I regret turning on that television, the one hooked up to a hidden camera cleverly placed in the boys' old room. How was I to know what I would see? What I would hear? I had no way of knowing, I tell myself now. Part of me now wishes that I did.