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Kiera
Chapter 2: Baby Don't Go
John knew Alex was already there when he arrived home. Some of her things where already stacked up by the door and he could hear her banging around upstairs. When he saw her it was deja vu from last night. She had her back to him and she was rapidly folding clothes into an open suitcase which lay in the middle of the bed.
"Don't worry." she said quietly. "I'll be gone soon. I did want to finish before you got home."
"Where are you going to go?" He asked, leaning against the door frame, her paced had slowed.
"Home I suppose."
"You don't have to,"
She stopped now, a pair of jeans in her arms and turned to face him. She looked tired and worn, like she hadn't gotten any sleep. John doubted she had.
"Please don't do this to me."
"I could say the same thing." John replied.
Alex dropped to the edge of the bed. "I don't have the energy to argue with you. Don't make this any harder then it has to be."
She sat on the bed for another minute and then resumed her packing. John watched, he wanted to say something, but he'd said it all last night and it hadn't made a difference. Alex was still leaving, still packing. She wasn't just leaving John, she was leaving behind the only life they'd known for seven months, their life together. Alex zipped up the case and moved it, but she didn't pick it up.
"I don't want to go." she though. "I want to stay. Why isn't he saying anything?"
John moved from the door and put his hands on her hips. He wished he could change her mind, prove he could change.
"If you loved me," he began. "You'd stay."
"If you loved me we wouldn't be having this conversation."
She pulled away, took her case and left the room. She stopped to pick up a pair of boots that John had pestered her to move for two weeks.
"Goodbye John." Alex said. She didn't care if it was a cliche.
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That night John carefully removed any trace of alex that had been left in the house. He changed the bedsheets, boxed up all the photographs and moved all of her CD's. The dressing table was still overflowing with make up, perfumes and other various cosmetics. He swept them into a drawer and locked it. He went to bed after eating a microwaveable meal and was unsettled. The sheets where clean and he thought he'd find comfort in switching to Alex's side. He expected to suddenly be engulfed by her scent and when he wasn't, John angrily threw the pillow across the room. It was tomorrow now. Him and Alex where over. She was gone. He tried not to cry.
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The home Alexandra Springer went to was a motel. she couldn't bear the thought of returning home to the newly renamed Cynthia Springer-Hall, and telling her she'd been right all along. That John was no good and just as she'd predicted, it had all ended in tears. Mostly Alex's. The motel had no room service, so she'd ordered from a nearby McDoanlds, but the burger still lay in it's brown bag, grease seeping through. She could hear a television set playing in the room next door, and laughing. She banged loudly on the wall, althought it didn't really bother her. Why should anyone else be happy when she was so miserable? Alex wrapped her arms around herself, more for comfort then warmth. She should of stayed with Torrie, at least she would of had a shoulder to cry on.
"You should of stayed with John." a voice inside her head whispered. "You're nothing with out him."
It was true. Before John she'd just been her, Alexandra Elizabeth Springer. Born without a father and just another indy diva. Then she'd had everything. The whole world came to know her and she had John, who was her world. She was crying. The tears where leaving wet trails down her cheeks. What do you do when the only person who can stop you crying is bringing the tears?
Chapter 2: Baby Don't Go
John knew Alex was already there when he arrived home. Some of her things where already stacked up by the door and he could hear her banging around upstairs. When he saw her it was deja vu from last night. She had her back to him and she was rapidly folding clothes into an open suitcase which lay in the middle of the bed.
"Don't worry." she said quietly. "I'll be gone soon. I did want to finish before you got home."
"Where are you going to go?" He asked, leaning against the door frame, her paced had slowed.
"Home I suppose."
"You don't have to,"
She stopped now, a pair of jeans in her arms and turned to face him. She looked tired and worn, like she hadn't gotten any sleep. John doubted she had.
"Please don't do this to me."
"I could say the same thing." John replied.
Alex dropped to the edge of the bed. "I don't have the energy to argue with you. Don't make this any harder then it has to be."
She sat on the bed for another minute and then resumed her packing. John watched, he wanted to say something, but he'd said it all last night and it hadn't made a difference. Alex was still leaving, still packing. She wasn't just leaving John, she was leaving behind the only life they'd known for seven months, their life together. Alex zipped up the case and moved it, but she didn't pick it up.
"I don't want to go." she though. "I want to stay. Why isn't he saying anything?"
John moved from the door and put his hands on her hips. He wished he could change her mind, prove he could change.
"If you loved me," he began. "You'd stay."
"If you loved me we wouldn't be having this conversation."
She pulled away, took her case and left the room. She stopped to pick up a pair of boots that John had pestered her to move for two weeks.
"Goodbye John." Alex said. She didn't care if it was a cliche.
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That night John carefully removed any trace of alex that had been left in the house. He changed the bedsheets, boxed up all the photographs and moved all of her CD's. The dressing table was still overflowing with make up, perfumes and other various cosmetics. He swept them into a drawer and locked it. He went to bed after eating a microwaveable meal and was unsettled. The sheets where clean and he thought he'd find comfort in switching to Alex's side. He expected to suddenly be engulfed by her scent and when he wasn't, John angrily threw the pillow across the room. It was tomorrow now. Him and Alex where over. She was gone. He tried not to cry.
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The home Alexandra Springer went to was a motel. she couldn't bear the thought of returning home to the newly renamed Cynthia Springer-Hall, and telling her she'd been right all along. That John was no good and just as she'd predicted, it had all ended in tears. Mostly Alex's. The motel had no room service, so she'd ordered from a nearby McDoanlds, but the burger still lay in it's brown bag, grease seeping through. She could hear a television set playing in the room next door, and laughing. She banged loudly on the wall, althought it didn't really bother her. Why should anyone else be happy when she was so miserable? Alex wrapped her arms around herself, more for comfort then warmth. She should of stayed with Torrie, at least she would of had a shoulder to cry on.
"You should of stayed with John." a voice inside her head whispered. "You're nothing with out him."
It was true. Before John she'd just been her, Alexandra Elizabeth Springer. Born without a father and just another indy diva. Then she'd had everything. The whole world came to know her and she had John, who was her world. She was crying. The tears where leaving wet trails down her cheeks. What do you do when the only person who can stop you crying is bringing the tears?