Hi thanks for those of you who have reviewed, these who have read please review as it does help me feel more confident in my writing. I am posting this chapter now because well I got all psyched thinking ahead, of where I want to go with this fic, and had to write it down. So here's the next chapter and for you guys who reviewed, I'm trying to leave it 'open' on who the guy is but i guess you know who it is lol. Hope you enjoy...

The phones ringing bringing him to his senses, he wonders whether to ignore it or not. In the end, he doesn't think too long over it as he now hears the caller's voice asking for him.

"Yes this is he."

He looks confused as he tries to take in what the person on the phone is asking of him.

"Look, I know you were right- I understand that- it was your choice!" He's growing increasingly frustrated. He lets out a sigh.

"Geez, if anyone was listening to this conversation they would think I was talking to my wife- Which I'm not! So, can we please not go on about who was right and who wasn't? We're both on the same page now right?"

He looks around the room, the other end had gone quiet he decides to speak again.

"Anyway, aren't there rules, like no visitors after 10.00 pm. Its now 10.15.- He chuckles lightly. Oh so, because you're a celebrity, it's one rule for you, another for everyone else. He chuckles again. You do know how that sounds- Hey just because you have the money doesn't mean you should exploit people with it. You know what they say money can't buy you happiness."

He smiles as he hears the other person laugh. The persons next comment making him laugh a real laugh, one he hadn't heard escape him in a while.

" I don't know who would agree to being paid just so you get to see me after hours. - He chuckles That much huh?"

He walks towards his couch and sits down running a hand through his hair. The whole walk over there, spent listening to the caller ask again what it is they had asked him the first time; with more pleading in their voice this time round. He runs a hand over his face.

"Look, I know you need my help- but I'm really of no use to you- I'm no use to myself he says the last part quietly. Although the caller heard him. Fine! Look, I'll come see you, but I'm not making any promises okay? He stands Right, I'm getting my coat, I'll be there as soon as I can okay?"

He grabs his jacket and keys on his way towards the door. He had put down the phone after confirming that he was in fact going to see them. He grabs the handle of his door he hesitates. He places his hand in his jacket; he pulls it out of the pocket straight way, and opens the door. Hoping, that maybe this visit, could give him the second chance that he needs to fix things. Maybe he would be able to fix himself.

She puts the phone down. After thanking them once again. She holds Aaron close to her chest.

" Shh. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay, help's on the way."

She said more so to herself as the young boy was asleep. She walked over to her couch. Was help really coming? Or was she just gonna be carrying on with this bravado she is fronting. This life that she had so desperately wanted. Yet she couldn't help in thinking that that twinge in her chest isn't from still reeling from a breakup, but guilt. Guilt from what she went through to have this life. She pushes those thoughts aside, help was coming, and they would help with the problem at hand. They would help to keep up her bravado. Because for now that's all she has, without it she wouldn't know what to do, she didn't feel as if she had a purpose without it.

So there we have it chapter 2. Please, I don't want to beg lol. I would really appreciate it if you reviewed though. So was it any good? Discuss your thoughts. Anything you want me to change and I'll look into it lol. Just press that button ;-) Lauren x