Soul On Fire

Chapter 2-Loving, Passionate

When I woke up, Johnny was gone. He must already be awake, I thought to myself. I went downstairs, expecting to see Johnny but he was nowhere.

"Hey, Honey," my mom looked at me.

"Hey," I watched closer to the door, "where's Johnny?"

"He's gone."

"Where?"

"Set."

"Can you drive me?"

"I'm baking right now."

I turned to look at my dad who was sitting at the table, "Dad?"

"I guess," he sighed.

"Thanks."

When I got to the set, I was livid. How dare he?!

Johnny wasn't really paying any attention so I stomped up to him, "Johnny, what the fuck?!" I yelled.

"Y/n," Johnny didn't know what to say.

"Why that fuck did you leave?!"

"We're filming a movie, I had to be in."

"You could've woke me up! Or at least tell me!"

"I didn't think," Johnny shrugged.

"You didn't think?! What the fuck, Johnny!"

"I'm sorry."

"No, the fuck, you aren't!"

Johnny stared at me with pity.

"You do this to me after last night?!"

"Y/n," Johnny sighed. I looked around and saw my dad standing there, watching us. I looked down at my hand.

"You wanna be an asshole? Here," I held out my engagement ring.

"Y/n," Johnny stared at me in disbelief.

"You're not who I got engaged to all those years ago," I whispered.

"Y/n, you can't."

"I can and I'm doing it."

"What's going on?" Ryan asked people.

"They're fighting," Bam replied.

"Take the fucking ring," I avoided eye contact.

"I'm not gonna do that," Johnny was still staring at me. I walked up to a table and placed it down. I walked to my dad's car then he drove me home.

"There's no music," I laughed.

"There's the music of our love," Johnny told me. Fuck! Get out of my head, Johnny!

"You're my special someone," I told Johnny. Stop!

"You remember?" Johnny asked.

"Of course, it's the song of our love," I replied. Leave me alone!

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't," I shook my head. Stop! Please...

When I got home, I walked to my room then slammed the door. I dropped on my knees — at the foot of my bed — and just cried.

"Why?" I sobbed, "why?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Three gentle knocks.

"Y/n?" Bam's voice came from my door, "I'm coming in."

Bam came in. I was pressed up against a wall, sobbing.

"Are you ok?" Bam asked.

"No," I replied, shaking my head.

"What happened?" Bam knelt down right next to me.