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Britta's POV-

"Okay," Taylor sighed as we sat down at the table in her apartment. "I'm all ears. Tell me everything."

"There's so much to tell," I admitted. I was shaking inside and out and Taylor could tell. She wanted to help, and that's why I had come, but I just didn't think she could understand.

"It's easy," Taylor cleared her throat. "Start at day 1…"

Day 1-

The tour had been going on for a few days and I still hadn't talked to Kennedy. Just knowing he had seen John and I's tape made my stomach turn. I hoped he knew that didn't happen when we were together. I couldn't handle losing him. He was all I had. He was everything and a mistake I made years ago, wasn't about to take him away.

I sat on John and Lacey's couch and stared into space. John brought me a glass of water and plopped down next to me.

"You need to eat something," he warned, "you're gonna get sick."

"I'm not hungry," I replied, "I don't deserve to eat. I'm a terrible person."

"Britta!" John exclaimed, "It happened, it's over. You didn't cheat on Kennedy. If you talk to him and explain everything he won't be mad. You know he won't!"

"But Eric! He hates me. It happened when we were together!"

"Eric doesn't matter!" John nearly knocked the water out of my hand and he lunged forward, "It has nothing to do with Eric!"

"But it does!" I yelled back, "Hawke is his son! We were together when it happened. I hurt him. It has everything to do with Eric."

"Listen to me," John retorted, "Eric is not your husband anymore. Kennedy is and you haven't talked to him in days. So what he saw the tape? What's he gonna do about it?"

"I don't know," I cried, "That's what I'm scared of."

I heard footsteps bounding down the stairs and I quickly wiped my eyes. I didn't want Lacey to suspect anything. We still hadn't told her about the tape. It wasn't worth it. She didn't deserve to get hurt.

"Alright guys," Lacey chirped, "I'm picking Madison up at camp and then we're off to New York. I'll call you when my flight takes off. It should be a few days."

"Okay," John stood up and wrapped her into a hug, "be safe and let me know how Italy is."

They shared a passionate kiss and hugged once again. Lacey noticed my silence and rubbed my shoulder.

"Don't worry Britt," she sighed, "Kennedy'll be home soon and everything will be fine."

She must have thought I was upset because of the tour. At least she didn't suspect anything.

"Thanks Lace," I replied, no longer afraid to show my tears, "have fun in Italy."

"Oh I will," she rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. "Bye guys."

As soon as the door closed I burst into tears again. John came over and pulled me into his arms.

"Britt, really, everything's going to be fine." He rocked me slowly back and forth, "what are you so worried about?"

"What Kennedy's going to think," I replied, "Eric never talking to me again."

"Oh come on Britt," John replied, "Kennedy won't care, I'm telling you. And really? Who gives a fuck about Eric?"

"I do!" I shouted, "I can't have Eric hating me."

"Why would he hate you?"

"Oh maybe because I slept with you…"

"When you guys were broken up!"

"Barely," I replied.

"So what? He can get over it!"

"Oh really, John? He can just 'get over' the fact that the baby I lost wasn't his. He can just get over it?"

"Why couldn't he?" John asked.

"Because John, what I did-it's unforgivable."

"I don't think that at all," John scoffed.

"You would think that," I mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" John replied, sounding confused at the least.

"You don't get it! It's not okay what I did! I basically cheated on him and got pregnant!"

"Kinda like what he did to you," John reminded me.

I couldn't respond. He was right. Eric had done even worse to me. At least we were broken up when it happened. He slept with Leanne when we were still together. All because he thought I was cheating on him with fucking Gaskarth. Good joke. Even Lacey didn't sleep with him.

"I'm telling you Britt, what Eric thinks doesn't matter."

"But what Kennedy thinks does," I replied.

"Then talk to him!" John shouted. "You haven't in days!"

"What if he doesn't want to talk to me?" I silently cried.

"Britt come on; this is Kennedy. I don't think that man could ever not want to talk to you."

"He could after what I did," I replied, "what if he thinks I'd do that to him!"

"He won't think that!" John exclaimed, "and you know what, so what if you do! He did the same thing to you."

"And I took him back!" I yelled, "I gave him another chance. He's giving me a chance and I feel like I already blew it!"

"You didn't do anything to Kennedy," John shook his head, "and you couldn't. I know you guys, and there's no way either of you would let something get in the way."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because, I see the way he looks at you. It's the same look he had 6 years ago when you guys came back from LA. Do you know what he told me at John's house?"

"No what?" I asked.

"When you got up and went to the bathroom or wherever you went, Kennedy turned to me and at first was speechless. Finally he said 'I can't believe I found someone like her. I haven't even known her 4 months and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with her.'"

"He said that?"

"Yes Britt," John exclaimed, "Kennedy has been in love with you since the moment he saw you, and something stupid like this isn't going to stop that. I promise you."

"Okay," I shook my head, "I'll call him."

I dialed in Kennedy's number and waited for him to answer. After ringing 5 times his voicemail picked up. "Hey you've reached Kennedy. Leave a message…"

Kennedy's POV-

I woke up to the sickening smell of smoke and blood. My eyes burned and my throat felt as if I'd been swallowing cigarettes all morning.

I tried to sit up but my leg pulsed in pain.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, my voice distant and smoky.

"Kennedy, you're awake!" I heard a voice call to me.

"Where the fuck am I?" I replied, trying to make out the face.

"We're in some underground thing," the person I now knew was Garrett explained.

"Why the fuck are we in here?" I asked.

"We don't know," a groggy John Ohh replied. Half of his face was covered in a black sot and his right arm was tucked up tight to his chest.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"A board fell on me," he replied raspily, "I almost didn't fucking make it in here."

"What is here?" I pleaded.

"The bar," Pat yelled across the room, "we're underneath the bar!"

"But why?" I shouted.

"Kennedy you don't remember?" Garrett asked.

"No, I obviously don't!" My leg burned and I screeched, "What the fuck! What's wrong with my leg?"

"You probably got burnt," Pat replied.

"How the fuck did I get burnt?"

"I can't believe you don't remember," John shook his head.

"Remember what?" I exclaimed.

"The venue, Kennedy! It caught on fire when we were playing. I'm guessing it was some electrical shit. We barely made it into this fucking room before the flames spread throughout the whole floor.

"How long have we been in here?" I asked.

"I don't know," Garrett shook his head, "I can't remember much."

"Where's Jared?" I asked.

"He's over here," Pat pointed towards a spot around the corner, "he hasn't woken up yet."

"We have to get out of here!" I exclaimed.

"Good luck," Garrett replied, "the doors sealed shut. John and I have been trying for hours."

"Well someone call someone!"

"No one has their phone," John explained.

"So we're just stuck," I exclaimed.

"Well do you have an idea of how to get out?" Garrett inquired.

"No! But I know we have to get out of here. We're going to starve, or-or suffocate."

"Good thinking Kennedy," Pat shook his head, "well when you come up with an idea to get us out of here, let us know."

Britta's POV-

I tried Kennedy's phone one more time before John and I left to pick up Hawke at Dana's. Jack and Fletcher were staying at Kennedy's moms with Byron for a few more days.

"No luck?" John asked as we piled in the car.

"I keep getting his voicemail," I replied.

"Maybe he's on stage," John shrugged.

"It'd only be like 3 o'clock in Florida right now though. They wouldn't be on stage."

"Sound check?" John suggested.

"I don't know," I replied pulling out of the driveway, "I'll try him again later."

"Good idea." John turned on the radio as we accelerated down the street.

We got to Dana's and I noticed Eric's white Toyota in the driveway. Great.

"You're gonna be fine," John assured me as he noticed my worried expression.

I nodded and headed towards the front steps. Maybe Dana had borrowed Eric's car, maybe he wasn't here. I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in!" I heard Dana yell and I pushed open the door. I stepped in with John close behind and met eyes with Dana who was sitting on the couch. Hawke was…in Eric's lap in the recliner.

As soon as he saw John his jaw instantly tightened and he let Hawke slide off his lap.

"What are you doing here?" He barked.

"I just came with Britta to get Hawke, I don't want any trouble man," John replied.

"Well that's too bad," Eric snarled, "because you've got some fucking trouble."

"Come on, you're really going to start this after all these years?"

"You started this, the moment you decided to sleep with my wife!"

"Here's three words!" John exclaimed, "GET. OVER. IT."

"Fuck you!" Eric yelled.

"Hey, we've got a baby in here," Dana exclaimed, "your baby!"

"My baby? How do I know he's even mine?' Eric yelled, "he's probably yours."

"Oh Eric don't!" I shouted, "don't even try and deny Hawke. You know he's your son!"

"You know what Britta, I don't know anything anymore. I got you all wrong; I thought you were so much better than that. I was wrong. You hated Lacey for what she did, and you did the same damn thing."

"Kinda like what you did to me huh? How Kennedy did it before you?" I exclaimed, "looks like people fuck up in this world huh? Yeah, think before you speak ass hole."

"Just get out," Eric shouted.

"I will!" I grabbed Hawke off the floor and apologized to Dana.

Just as I turned to leave my phone rang. I handed Hawke to John and pulled it out of my pocket.

"You can't hold my son," Eric lilted, "give him to me."

Eric ripped Hawke out of John's arms as I answered the call.

"Is this Mrs. Brock?" the voice asked.

"Yes, this is she. Can I ask why you're calling?"

"Ma'am, I happen to have some bad news…"

John snatched Hawke back, "dude you need to chill."

"Fuck you," Eric replied. He pulled Hawke back to him and I watched as my son grew closer to the verge of tears.

"Eric stop!" Dana yelled. She stood up and grabbed Hawke.

"Everyone in the band is believed to have perished in the fire," the voice explained to me. "The club is still being investigated, as to what started the fire and the possible cause, but for now, no survivors, except for many in the crowd, were reported."

"What?" I exclaimed in shock. "He's gone?"

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Brock…"

"You're lying!" I yelled into the phone. All the commotion around me stopped as my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I began to dry heave as I hung up the phone.

"No! No! No!" I shouted over and over. "It's a joke, it has to be. No!"

Eric and John came running over and Dana comforted Hawke on the couch.

"Britta what's wrong?" Eric demanded. I screamed and Eric pulled me in.

"What happened?" John shouted over my cries.

"It's Kennedy," I whispered.

"What about him?" John exclaimed.

"He's dead! They're all dead!"

"What?" Everyone yelled at once.

"The bar caught on fire and they died. They're all dead."

I cried harder into Eric's chest and him and John just stared at each other. Dana fell back on the couch and began to cry too. It felt as if the world had stopped. My heart had stopped. My breathing had stopped. I had died along with Kennedy. I had no more reason to live.

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