HURT

My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!

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26. Reunion

  The words melt lovingly out of his mouth like melted butter and the tears fill my eyes.

  "Jesus, I missed you, MIkey." I choke out, feeling my chest shake as I cry.

  "Stop your blubbering and hug me, solider." He comments, voice teasing but breaking as well.

  I rush over and hug him tightly, his lanky arms wrapping around my quivering form. Everyone else walks out, leaving us to our moment, which I bet Mikey is grateful for as well, because his composure breaks and he sobs, too. 

  After what feels like an infinity I pull away, wiping my streaking cheeks with my sweater paws. Mikey grinning and wiping his own. 

  "Today is three years since I last saw you face to face." He reminds me regretfully. 

  I just nod, "You aren't going back, are you?" I finally ask the dreaded questions, part of me pleading to every god in the universe he won't have to. Mikey has always been my rock, he helped when my parents died and Louis was at school.

  "Nope. Let off for three bullet wounds." He responds and although I know that he is semi happy I know he hates it all. He swore he would protect this world until he died, whether trying or by something else. No honorable discharge.

  I nod and he grins anyway, "So, I was told not to ask about boys, sex, murder, jail, or beer?" 

  I  chuckle slightly, same old Mikey, but I have to explain. Arming myself with him wrapped around me I start to explain it all from the breakup and everything beforehand until now.

  

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