Chapter 10: Unfaithful?

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AN 2: So up until now I've just been doing some minor editing but starting in this chapter things are gonna change a little. I had a little confusion from you guys regarding the storyline so I'm changing it to be a little less…weird. I hope the changes will be accepted but going back and rereading this after a break and not being so incredibly busy with school and other real life crap it seemed a little weird. I needed to make changes for you guys that wanted it but also cause I wasn't really proud of the product I was producing. I read a lot of your reviews to get a feel for what you guys want and I have to say I forgot just how much I love you guys. I've never smiled harder than when I read all the love and support you guys give me. You'll never understand what that means to me. Hopefully I can do you proud and make this a story you love and read over and over again. I love when you guys give me ideas and tell me what you want. This is your story! I'm doing this for you! I obviously can't make everyone happy and sometimes you have to disappoint people to make the story good, but I'm going to do my best to give you guys a great product and a good escape for days when RL sucks monkey butt. So keep reviewing and PM'ing me. It makes me so incredibly happy and makes the story what it is. So keep it up!

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BPOV

I just stared at the door. Where the hell was he goin' with her?

I was, again, lost in my angry thoughts when Sophie grabbed my shoulder. "We need to go."

I didn't bother asking where we were going. I just nodded and got up to follow her.

We pulled up to the Saloon, got out of the car, and went in. Sophie handed me the car keys. "Here." she said. "I don't have any pockets." I just nodded and put my ear bud in, just in case something happened. "We're here." Sophie informed someone over the comms.

"Is Kirkwood there?" I heard Eliot ask.

We all looked around. "I don't see him." she said. Just after she said that, we spotted in across the room. "Wait. Yeah, he just walked in."

"A few more minutes." he said.

"Eliot, I'm sorry. We did everything we can."

Even if I didn't know what was going on, I couldn't bring myself to care. I wanted to help this girl when I met her. Now, not so much. Her losing her music didn't make me quite as sad as it did before Eliot started...whatever the hell he's doing.

"Not everything." Parker said, making her way to the stage.

When she got up there, she started making weird noises and dancing around like a chicken. I couldn't help but smile a little. Oh, Parker...

People in the audience started laughing at first. That turned to booing pretty quickly. It didn't take too long before security came and dragged her off the stage.

"Well, let's put an end to amateur night and give a warm welcome to Mitchell Kirkwood."

The audience started clapping.

Kirkwood came out, smiling and pointing to random people out in the audience. I snorted.

He started playing his guitar, but when I looked closer, I could tell that he wasn't really playing. I snorted again. He probably had someone playing a cd for him somewhere.

He started singing...kind of, the song that Eliot played the last time we were here. It was definitely Kirkwood's voice, but he wasn't necessarily singing. It was more like he was talking with a slight musical undertone to it. When he got to the chorus, I heard another voice come in and start singing.

I looked around to find where the voice was comin' from. When I found it, my nose wrinkled automatically. Kaylin was standing on the balcony, singing the song her and her brother wrote.

I looked back at Kirkwood to see his reaction. He made a face and looked over to the left. His hands stopped mimicking the guitar playing a few seconds before the cd stopped.

A spotlight moved up to Kaylin as she kept singing. She looked down at someone in the audience and smiled. I looked over to see who it was and rolled my eyes. Of course. It was Eliot. I saw him look at her and smile back. I looked away. Asshole.

I heard the guitar start playing again and figured it was Hardison helping her out.

When she finished, everyone started applauding and cheering. I heard Kirkwood on stage start fake cheering and babbling about how good she was. I rolled my eyes. He's pissed.

He was about to say something into the microphone when I heard Eliot's voice come from the speakers. "The same way you killed Jessie Jenkins."

Then Kirkwood's came over. "You think I'm gonna confess to a murder in a room full of microphones? If I was that stupid I wouldn't've gotten away with it."

Kirkwood started laughing. "That was a joke, ladies and gentlemen, a very funny joke. Now if you'll...excuse me."

I took my ear bud out and walked into the lobby. I just didn't want to deal with...anything. Every time something came outta that bastard's mouth, I felt sorry for Kaylin. And I really didn't want to feel sorry for her. I wanna punch her in the face.

I only sat there for a few minutes when I saw Eliot and Nate talking. Something caught Nate's eye and he walked away after saying something to Eliot. A few seconds later, Kaylin walks up and starts talking to him.

I got curious, so I took the ear bud outta my pocket and put it in.

"You can come with me you know. You're a natural born country star if I've ever seen one." Kaylin said.

Eliot laughed.

"We could be the next Johnny and June." she said, stepping closer to him.

Someone dropped their purse next to me, making me jump and look to see what happened. When I turned back around, all I saw was the two of them attached at the mouth.

I took my ear bud out and bolted to the door. I just couldn't do it.

I took the keys out of my jacket pocket and drove to the house, thankful that Sophie gave me the keys when we got here. I started packing as soon as I got there. I sure as hell wasn't gonna wait until they came back. I grabbed my bags, got in the car, and went straight to the airport after leaving a note on the table telling them where to find the car.

My flight wasn't leaving for another 10 minutes, so I had to wait. I was in coach, too, and I knew they would call first class before us. I sat there, lost in my own thoughts. How could he do this? Was he faking everything? I didn't know when I started crying, just that I was. I didn't bother to wipe the tears away this time.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped. An older woman, in her 50s maybe, was sitting beside me. She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked..."

I wiped my eyes and attempted to smile back. "I'm fine. I just..." I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to rant at this poor woman, but, in a way, I wanted to talk about it to someone.

Just then I heard a guy over the intercom telling us to line up so we could board. The woman and I got up and got in line. The man that told us to line up was checking the passports and letting us through. Thankfully, because of the late hour, there weren't many people on the plane, so we didn't necessarily have to seat in the seats assigned to us.

I picked a random seat and sat down, the woman I talked to earlier sitting down beside me.

"I know that look." she said softly. "It's the same look I had when my husband died. Heartbroken. Full of pain."

I sighed. "It's a long story."

She shrugged. "I've got time. What else am I gonna do on a 5 hour plane ride?"

I sighed again and started my story. From the very beginning. I told her about why I moved to Boston, getting to know Uncle Nate's friends, and Eliot and I getting together. By the time I was finished we were about to land and a few other people had made their way over to listen. It was a little weird, but I didn't mind that much.

"I can't believe he would do that. Men never think with the head on their shoulders!" I laughed a little at that coming out of an 80 year old woman's mouth.

"Do you have a picture of him?" Anne, the woman sitting next to me, asked.

I laughed a little and took out the iPhone that Hardison gave to me and went through my pictures. I found one of us Sophie took. I just stared at it for a minute. We looked really happy. Now, I wasn't really sure.

I shook my head to get back on track and gave her the phone. Anne smiled and passed the phone down. "You both look very happy."

I sighed. "Yeah. I thought so, too."

I eventually got my phone back just as we landed. We all stood, got our carry-ons, and made our way off the plane. I yawned as I got my other bags from the baggage claim. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and saw that it was almost 2:00. I yawned again and turned to go get a cab.

I was waiting in line on the sidewalk for a cab, Anne came up to me. "Do you need a ride, honey? I can take you wherever you need to go."

I shook my head. "It's fine, I'll just wait for a cab. I don't wanna put you out."

"No, no, it's fine. Come on." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her car. "Do I need to put you in the car, too?" she asked.

I chuckled. "No, you don't." She walked over to the driver's side and got into the driver's seat. I took my bags and shoved them into the backseat before getting into the passenger seat.

We made conversation on the way in between me giving her directions. She stayed off the subject of Eliot, which I really appreciated, and kept to lighter topics. It didn't take long for us to pull up to the bar. She looked over at me. "You stay at a bar?"

I laughed at the look on her face. "Yeah. Hardison owns the building and we all have an apartment here above the bar. Well, I stay at my uncle's, but, you know what I mean."

She let out a small laugh. "Yeah. Wow. I can't believe you live above a bar."

I just smiled and moved to get out of the car. Anne's arm shot out and grabbed my arm. I turned around to see what she wanted. She held out her hand. "Give me your phone. I'll put my number in."

I smiled and handed it to her. I really did like her.

She handed it back after she put it in and gave me a smile that made me ache for my mother. "If you ever need anything, you call me. I put my cell and home phone in there. Call me, no matter what time, day or night. I'm always here."

I just looked at her. How could she be so nice to a complete stranger?

"Thank you. Really. It means a lot. Especially now."

She patted my hand and smiled at me. I smiled back, unable not to. I opened the door, got my bags, and waved to Anne as I walked to the apartment. She smiled, waved back, and drove off. I walked in and waved to Danny, the bartender. He smiled and waved back. I walked to the elevator and pushed the up button thingy. The doors opened a few seconds later. Four guys walked out. All big, all wearing suits, all angry.

They walked out, talking angrily amongst themselves, but stopped when they saw me. One of them spoke up. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a man that lives in this building, would you?"

I frowned. "Well, what's he look like? I may know who you're talking about."

"Shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, scars. Name's Eliot Spencer."

I froze. "I'm sorry. He's out of town. I don't know when he'll be back." I kept my eyes to the ground as I pushed past them into the elevator. Before I could get on, the guy that asked me about Eliot grabbed my arm tightly.

"I think you're lying. Where is he?"

I had to act fast. I brought my knee up as hard as I could into the guy's stomach. He grunted and his grip on my arm loosened. I ran into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. Thankfully, the ride wasn't a long one. As soon as the doors opened, I ran to Nate's apartment, dragging my bags behind me.

"Hey!" I heard a voice shout behind me. I looked back, only slowing a little, seeing the men from the elevator. I should've guessed they would've taken the stairs. I turned back around and ran faster than before. I pulled my key out of my pocket before I got to the door and quickly unlocked it before slamming and locking it back.

I turned around, searching for a weapon. I heard a loud bang on the door and turned around quickly. Another bang resounded loudly in the apartment as the door moved, as if something heavy was hitting it. I knew they were trying to break it down. With big guys like that it wouldn't take long. Shit! Did Nate own a gun or something? Even if he did I wasn't entirely sure I had time to find it.

Then, I heard a bang louder than the rest. I turned to face the door and saw it on the floor, the four men rushing in. One grabbed my arms and held them behind me, the others coming in front of me. I struggled in his arms, but it just made him grip tighter. One came directly in front of me and I used the guy behind me as leverage to kick him. I landed one to his face that made him stumble back. The other two came forward and I kept kicking, sometimes accidentally making contact with things on the kitchen counter. I didn't have time to worry about that. After I got those two down with well-placed kicks to their baby makers, I brought my elbow up to the fourth ones face. I could tell it hit his nose. I heard him swearing as he backed away. I couldn't keep the cry of pain inside. Fuckin' shit that hurt! In the movies it looks so effortless. Fuck you for making all look too easy Jason Statham!

I heard at least a couple of them moving towards me. No way would I get them all off me again. The first time was sheer luck. I run to the kitchen, not bothering to look behind. I watched the movies. I knew that only led to bad things. I grabbed two big knives from the block thing and turned to face my attackers. I didn't realize one of them was so close though. As soon as I was facing forward a body slammed into mine and I felt a warm liquid on my waist and left leg. It took me a second to focus and realize that this dude had literally ran into my knife. Not the musical Chicago ran into my knife, but literally pushed his stomach into my knife. How stupid was that? An assumed professional killer just killed himself trying to take out an 18 year old girl who'd never been in a fight her whole life.

I saw another one coming in so I pushed him down and got ready for him. He looked shocked as he saw his friend laying on the ground bleeding. He came towards me, watching out for the knives, and threw a punch. I ducked and punched him in the stomach. He grunted and moved back a little, but not enough. God, I need to work on my upper body strength. As he threw another punch reacted on instinct to block it, forgetting about the knife in my hand. As I blocked it, the knife ran up the entire length of his forearm. He pulled it back, inhaling through his teeth. He moved faster than my mind could assess what was happening. He grabbed both the knives and threw them on the floor on either side of him, cutting my left arm in the process. Shit.

The next punch he threw landed. As soon as it made contact with my temple, I got a little dizzy. I could feel blood running down the left side of my face now. "Not so tough now are you? Little bitch." He grabbed my face and turned me back towards him. "Where is he?"

I blinked, trying to get the stars to go away. "I told you, he's out of town. I don't know when he'll be back."

He growled, frustrated. I noticed at that point that the other two were in the doorway of the kitchen. He turned towards them, as if asking them what to do. I took advantage of his distraction and kneed him in the crotch as hard as I could. He groaned and moved back a tad. I pushed him to the side so I could get to the knife on my right. I dropped to the ground, grabbed it, and stood back up, pointing it at them. The one I kneed came towards me, his face red from pain, anger, and frustration. As he got close I closed my eyes and just shoved my arm forward. I wanted to stop him, but at the same time I did feel a bad about hurting someone, especially if I killed them. When I heard him groan I opened my eyes. Now he had the same knife in his chest. He backed away, my knife coming out of his chest. The other two started coming towards me and I lifted my knife towards them. They stopped glaring at me.

"Take your friends and go." I said, keeping my knife raised. They looked at each other like they were debating it. Finally, they turned towards the others. As they moved across the room I kept my knife trained on them. They each grabbed one, slinging them over their shoulders, and left, glaring at me as they passed.

When I saw them leave I let out the breath I was holding. I looked down at my arm and sighed. I really hated hospitals, but I wasn't entirely sure if I needed stitches or not. "Dammit!" How the hell was I supposed to get there? Son of a bitch!

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AN: I feel really iffy about this chapter. I kept changing my mind and not liking what I was writing, so it took me awhile. I also went back and read my other chapters. Wow. I need to start doing some serious proof-reading. Anyways, I tried to get this out as fast as possible, so if it's shorter than usual, I'm sorry. I just really wanted to give you guys something today. Plus, I go back to school tomorrow, so time's just really not on my side. I wanna thank you guys again for your amazing reviews! They make my day soooo much better! When I was just a reader and I saw people say this, I was like, "Wow. Seriously? No they don't. Liars.", but they really do. I'm a believer! I have a huge smile on my face every time I read one. But I'm not hearing from some. :'( I have a lot of alerts and favorites, thank you for that!, but you aren't reviewing! Can we try for 70-80 reviews? If I get to 80 you would make my week! No joke. My life is just that pathetic lol. I also have a poll us for this story, so go vote! PLEASE REVIEW! Lots-o-love to all my beautiful readers! See ya later!

AN 2: So? What'd you think? Good? Shitty? Better than before? Or should I have left it the way it was? I need to hear from you! Good things, bad things, things you liked, things you didn't, anything! I love, love, love hearing from you! I need to know if the direction I'm going works for you or if it sucks. Let me know! Also, I'm entertaining a thought…If I published something, obviously better thought out and written than this,…would you buy? I've been trying to decide what the hell I really wanna do in my life and as I'm sitting here enjoying the hell out of writing this I thought, how about an author, dumbass. So would you? Be honest. No kissing ass and lying to spare my emotions! Honesty is always the best policy. Hope you enjoyed this! I really struggled with how I was gonna change this, and even if I wanted to. So let me know if it was worth it please! Lots-o-love to all of my beautiful amazing readers! You're beautiful! Don't you dare change a thing!