The music was so loud it tingled his skin and the laughter rang in his ears, it wouldn't stop, and he didn't want it to.

Jack put his arm around the blonde girl and watched one of his new friends, Rich, snort a line off the tray.

Rich sat up and rubbed his nose then slid the tray over to the blonde. "Your turn, Bianca." He said, taking the cigarette from his girlfriend, Ivy.

Bianca leaned forward with a Benjamin Franklin rolled up and snorted her second line. When she came back up, she fiercely rubbed her nose and then clapped excitedly.

She let out a laugh then took Jack's face in her hands and pressed a hard kiss against his lips. "You're up." Bianca grinned, handing him the dollar.

Jack snorted a line of coke and got a round of applause from the three other people in the room who was to high to know why they were even clapping.

He laughed as he started to stroke the back of Bianca's hair who then turned to smirk at him, with her smoky green eyes and glossy lips.

"When you're done with this second line, we can go into the bedroom." She winked with a small giggle.

Jack nodded slowly. Once it was his turn again, he snorted his second line then leaned back into the couch and let out a sigh of relief.

He rested his head against the back of the couch as a headache bloomed in the back of his skull. The room was spinning. He hated when that happened.

As he waited for the euphoria to build, Bianca and Ivy shared a cigarette as they danced with each other in the front of the room. Jack rubbed his temples as Rich ranted on about shit that Jack could care less about.

After another two slow minutes, he was finally ready for everything to get moving. Bianca took one last drag from the cigarette then left a kiss on Ivy's lips.

Once she seen Jack smirking at her, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom where she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

The sex while riding a high was animalistic and immensely satisfying. There was nothing like it. It lead to a rougher side of him and the sense of touch was heightened for an amazing climax.

Jack wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead as both highs that he had just endured faded. He grabbed his boxers and jeans then put them on. "I'll be back tomorrow, maybe."

"Why don't you just leave her? It's not like you enjoy being with her anyways." Bianca grumbled.

Pulling his dark green shirt over his head, he dryly and lowly responded. "I am leaving her. She has my kids at the house and until then, that's where I have to be."

Bianca curled a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. "Okay. Do you need a ride home?"

"No. I drove." He grabbed his keys then dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Night."

After the high, he felt low. But ever since Jack got out of prison, that's all he ever felt. In his mind, he was still in there and seeing Selena wasn't as good as he thought it'd be.

That's why he went out almost every other night and did what he did, he wanted to feel numb because it was better than feeling the insanity that was erupting within him.

It was one in the morning when Jack walked into the house. He knew Selena was in their bed, so he walked past the bedroom and went into the guest room.

Jack threw his shirt off then entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. His palms were faced down on the counter of the sink.

He looked into the mirror and forgot who he was. His soul was empty and that's when drugs came in. He wanted to fill that dark void with numbness, because everything was not okay. Nothing was okay.

The emptiness was always there, and it wasn't going away.

Jack brushed his teeth and washed his face then flicked the light off and walked into the bedroom where he seen Selena in a tank top and shorts sitting on the bed.

"There's a reason why I'm not in the other room with you. Don't make me tell you why." He said, lying on the bed.

Her head cocked back as her brows

quirked up. "No, please tell me why." She retorted.

"Because I. Don't. Want. To. Be. With. You." He broke the sentence down, hoping it would register in her mind so that she could leave.

"What is wrong with you? You're never home and when you are, you're asleep. And it's not even just that, you're just so different."

Jack shrugged harshly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

"I don't know. I'd like to know that you're okay though."

Jack sucked it up and pretended that the emptiness wasn't there. "I'm fine." He lied, telling her what she wanted to hear. What he wanted to hear.

Selena placed her hand on top of his. "You're not. I know you're not." She softly spoke.

Jack glared at her then pulled his hand from underneath hers. "Do you really wanna know what I do?" He didn't wait for an answer to continue. "I go out with this girl, Bianca and th-"

"Who's Bianca?"

"The blonde girl from the Beverly Hills reality show. You know who she is."

"Oh."

"I go out with her and do coke. That's it. That's all I do, and when I come home I sleep. I just wanna get away from everything and the only way I can do that is when I'm high or asleep. Okay? Are you happy now that you know what I do all the time?"

Selena shook her head. "No, I'm not happy. Why are you doing drugs, Jack? You can lose everything over that. If you need help, we can get you help."

Jack snapped. "I don't want any damn help, Selena! I just want to be left alone! Why don't you understand that? I don't want anything to do with you! I want a divorce."

Selena nodded, not surprised and not hurt, because she wanted the same thing. "Okay."

"You can have everything. I just want out."

"Okay."

"I wanna see the kids everyday. I'll buy a house up the street and whenever you're at work, I want them over there."

Selena laughed. "You're fucking with me, right? You're not seeing them anywhere but here. Until you're clean, this is where they'll be everyday. And since you want out so bad..."

She left the room then came back with a suitcase in her hand and threw it on the bed. "Then get out."

"Are you pissed at me cause I told you the truth? Is that why you're kicking me out?"

"I'm not kicking you out, Jack. I just gave you an ultimatum and you said you didn't want help, so this is what happens."

"Fine." He got up and grabbed his suitcase where the both of them went into their bedroom. "I'll stay at a hotel. I don't care."

"Yep. I'll call my lawyer tomorrow, so we can hurry up and get this over with."

"Alright."

"I want the key to your hotel."

"For fucking what?"

"Because what if something happens? You think your girlfriend is going to come over and check on you?"

Jack folded his things and shoved them into his suitcase. "Don't come over just cause you want to. Don't try to force this."

Selena sat on the bed and scoffed. "Jack, I want a divorce too. This something the both of us want. We're done. I'm not forcing anything. You're still the father of my kids and I need to make sure that you're okay. Not for my sake, but for theirs."

Jack finished packing and zipped up his suitcase. "And what about child support?"

"I'm not looking for it. I have my own money. If you want to give us money to help out then that's fine, but we don't have to make a big deal out of it...But why do you want to leave so bad?"

"Why?" He raised his brows as he looked at her, surprised that she asked that. "Because I know you aren't willing to go as far as I go for you. You wouldn't do what I do for you. And plenty of other reasons. It was only a matter of time before this happened."

"Jack, I can't believe you even said that... I would die for you. I would kill for you."

Jack didn't miss a second to snap back. "I have killed for you. I have almost died for you. Several times. Selena, you are the most amazing person I have ever met, honestly. But you aren't for me, and I'm not for you. We've been trying to keep us alive for years, when this shit has been dead since we were teenagers."

Smh. Y'all couple is just a mess.