Nothing is more scarier in this world then watching your child get hurt, and not being able to do anything about it.

I raced down to the track with Ronnie following close behind me. They were dragging Shelby out of the car and putting him on the stretcher when we came down.

"Ma'am, you can't be down here." said a security guard as I made my way to Shelby.

"I'm his mother!" I yelled at him. I never stopped until I reached my son.

He was unconscious when I got there. I felt my heard drop seeing him on the stretcher being put in the back of the ambulance. He had a big gash on his head. Ronnie held onto me tight as I cried into his shoulder.

I rode in the back of the ambulance to the hospital as Ronnie followed behind us in my car.

They rushed him right in, I couldn't follow. Ronnie held onto me as I waited and waited to hear from the doctors on what's going on.

We were waiting for twenty minutes before I couldn't wait anymore. I stormed right up to the nurses desk. "What is going on with my son?" I asked.

The nurse looked up to me and politely smiled. "His name?"

I sighed in frustration. "Shelby Blackstock."

"I am sorry ma'am but I don't know anything right now, the doctor will let you know as soon as he can."

"Look, that is my son in there. He was in a bad crash and I deserve to know if he is ok!" I was almost yelling at her. Ronnie came up and grabbed me and took me back to the seats and just held onto me. I hated this so much, I felt so hopeless.

After half an hour, the doctor came in. I ran right up to him. "Doctor, is my son ok?"

"Shelby had a pretty deep gash in his head that needed stitches, and a concussion. Other then that he's doing good, just a little banged up." the Doctor smiled at us.

"Oh thank god." I exclaimed as I turned around a hugged Ronnie who held onto me tightly. I turned back towards the doctor. "May we please see him?"

"Of course, please follow me." the doctor led me to Shelby's room, and I thanked him. Ronnie wen tot the cafeteria to give me and Shelby a minute alone.

"Hey mom." Greeted Shelby. He was sitting up in bed in a hospital gown, his head bandaged up.

"Hi sweety." I said as I came up and stood near his bed and took his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts, and I am a little sore, but I am good." he smiled up at me.

"You really scared me out there." I felt tears come back to my eyes.

"Mom, don't cry, I am fine. I promise."

I smiled back at him and wiped my eyes. "I called Brandon and told him what happened, him and Kelly were worried about you. I should call them and tell them you're ok."

"Don't mom, I will." he hesitated. "Did you tell dad?"

I never even thought about Narvel until now. "No, he never even crossed my mind."

"Good, don't tell him."

I turned my head to the side and stared at Shelby. "Shelby, he is your dad, he deserves to know if his kid got hurt."

"After what he did to you, I could care less." he turned to look away from me.

I sat down on the side of his bed and took his hand back in my hands. "Shelby, look at me." he turned and looked at me. "I know you are having a hard time forgiving your father, but he is still your dad. And I am very happy with Ronnie. Things happen for a reason. Please talk to your father, not for me, but for you."

He sighed. "Ok mom, I promise you I will."

I patted his knee. "Thank you sweety."

I invited Kix over to our house for dinner one night, Barbra was out with Janine. I got a call this afternoon from Caesars palace asking if we would perform there again. We just got done eating and were sitting around talking.

"So I got a call today." I smiled hugely at them.

"Oh really? From who?" asked Kix.

"Caesars palace. They asked if we were willing to perform there again. What do you guys think?"

"I wouldn't mind going back. We had a great time, it's a great place to perform." Said Kix.

"I'm for it." Said Ronnie.

"Alright, I will call them tomorrow and let them know." I smiled. I was excited I loved our time there.

The next night, Ronnie was gone yet again. It's getting late and I haven't heard a word from him. I am really getting tired of it. Half the time he goes out, he comes back drunk. I love him, but I don't know how much more I can take of this.

He finally came home around 2am. Thank god this time, he was sober.

"I told you, you don't need to wait up for me." he said as he walked in.

"I can't help it, I am worried about you."

"You don't need to worry about me, I am fine."

"How am I to know, you never contact me, you never tell me anything!"

"I am not having this argument again with you, Reba." he walked away into the kitchen. I followed close behind him. He went and opened the fridge door.

"We are having this argument, and we will continue to have this argument until you stop ignoring me."

Ronnie slammed the fridge door close and turned to face me. "I am home, and I am fine. Shouldn't that be all that matters!"

I looked at him in complete shock, and anger. "You cannot be serious right now. You are out almost every night, doing god knows what. We used to do something every night, and now I am lucky if we do something once a week!"

"I have a lot going on at work."

"Fine. Then why do you come home drunk half the time."

He scoffed. "I don't come home drunk half the time, I rarely do. And so what, I'm an adult, I have every right to drink if I please." he walked out of the kitchen, again trying to avoid this conversation, but I refuse to let it go.

"You can't remember the night before most of the times you are drunk, that is probably why you think you don't get drunk as much as you do! I am tired of this, Ronnie, I don't know how much more I can take of this." he stopped and turned to look at me, I saw anger and hurt on his face.

"What are you saying?"

I sighed, anger draining from me. I am saying, if this continues much more, then this can't go on anymore."

I could see the anger in him build even more. "Fine." he started to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" I practically yelled at him.

"I am leaving. You can't trust me. You are very controlling and demanding. You want to break up? Fine, then we are breaking up." he left and slammed the door, leaving me standing there in complete shock.