Many months passed and things were not good in the Harris home. Trent's career wasn't going as well as he had hoped. He had hoped his international rise to fame would be faster then a Cuban swimming from the Coast Guard, but sadly it was as dead as a KKK member lost in the Detroit projects at night and it was causing a rift between Gwen and him. So many nights Trent would sleep in the new recording studio that was put in after he had a second story put onto the house. There was a soundproofed recording studio, 2 couches and a stereo system for listening to their music. Many of his nights were spent sleeping on the couch in either the studio or the living room. Trent was in the lounge area one day when his nerves got the better of him and he snapped. He took the guitar he had since he was 8 and swung it into the coffee table, shattering the glass, then smashed the guitar and started ripping down the fliers that were on the walls when Gwen came up the stairs.

"Trent, what the Hell are you doing?" She yelled at him.

"I'm done Gwen, I'm fucking done. The band is done, and I'm done with you!"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. All you do is sit around the house while I try and provide for this family."

"Thats bullshit and you know it. I'm the one taking care of our daughters and cleaning this house while you're up here sitting on your ass. And you're not the only one that provides, I have my own money, I sell paintings that actually bring in money."

"See, thats all you talk about. Your stupid dream of being an artist, but its time to face the facts, you're not any good."

"If my paintings aren't good then how can you say your music is?"

"My music is what paid for this house, and all your stupid wants and needs. What needs to be done is you get off your fat fucking ass and get a job. Quit whining about all your problems, your daddy, yo-," Trent's sentence was cut off as Gwen slapped him across the face.

"Don't you ever, ever, mention my dad again." Trent shoved her and she fell back, her head hitting the corner of the banister. She let out a cry of pain then touched the back of her head and felt blood. Trent got a look on his face that was a mix of regret and horror. He tried to help her up, but she pushed him away.

"I want a divorce." Her voice dripping with venom and pain.

"You want it, you got it." He turned on heel and stormed out of the house. Gwen tried to stand, but her knees were wobbily and she fell back again. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"Hey girl, whats up?"

"Leshawna, I need help. Can you get over here?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"I'll explain when you get here, just please hurry, I'm upstairs."

"I'll be there quick girl." Leshawna abruptly hung up the phone and Gwen dropped her's then started to break down and cry. She didn't know how long she was crying before a hand was on her shoulder. She looked up and Lesahwna was looking down at her. "What's wrong?" Gwen showed her her hand and the embers of worry in her eyes turned to flames of anger. "What did he do?"

"We had a fight and he mentioned my dad and I slapped him and he shoved me and I hit my head on the corner of the banister." Leshawna pushed Gwen forward gently and looked at the back of her head and let out a small moan.

"You're gonna have to go to the hospital. Come on." Leshawna helped her up and down the stairs to her car. She drove Gwen to the hospital and they had her taken to a room and given stitches. Leshawna took her back to the house and left only after Gwen assured her that she would be OK. She went to the kitchen and grabbed the dust pan and broom then went upstairs and cleaned up all the broken glass.

This is where we stop. This is where you, the fans, choose the future. Do Gwen and Trent follow with the divorce or do they reconcile? You have 2 weeks. I'm sorry its taken so long to update, I've had technical errors.