(A/N: Ok guys a very sad chapter, but it lights up in the next few I promise you. I will writing again soon, maybe when I get my homework finished but hey it will be epic next chapters!)
Colin's hand was wound with mine as we sat on the couch watching TV. Italian MTV was nice when my father was on TV but this morning it was down right boring. The door opened to the house. I pushed Colin to the floor and fixed my skirt and tank-top. My Dad walked into the house.
"Daddy, what's wrong I thought you were on tour?" I asked smiling and walking up to him.
"Your mother left me" He cried. I was floored. They seemed fine when I saw them this morning.
"How did this happen, you guys were fine this morning" I said looking into my father's eyes. He didn't look into my eyes. "Dad, tell me". He didn't say a word.
"You have twenty minutes to pack your stuff, your mother will be here to pick you up" He said as tears found my eyes and I couldn't hold it in any longer. My feet ran me to my room. Slamming my door closed I grabbed my suitcase and clothes. Tears poured. Heavy arms wrapped around my waist.
"Em, Please stay" Tears poured as I turned to face Colin. His chocolate brown eyes were soft.
"I can't, when you have a family like mine, the mother always wins and takes the child away." I said as Colin held me close. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his for one final farewell kiss.