Our Stolen Star

Chapter 1

It wasn't even three days after Preston was taken before the fighting between them began. At first, it was just some simple arguments, disagreeing on what they should do to get their Baby Boy back, unfortunately though, the arguing ended up escalating, turning into blames on the wrong people, which, of course, was each other. In the beginning, it was just hurtful words but after a few weeks, it got worse. Every argument began to end with physical violence. It wasn't too bad though, so Manny told me, just a few punches or hits that didn't end in any serious injury but that didn't last too long. The most serious fight, and the last fight, had ended up with the two of them almost killing each other. Based on what I was able to gather, apparently Cal told Callux that he was the reason that Preston was probably being rapped by Rob as they spoke. 

To be honest, I don't blame Callix for attacking Cal, that was way too far, I don't give a fuck how much he was hurting. It was completely wrong. 

It took 5 people to separate the two boys. Both of them covered in blood, bruises, and fresh black eyes. Cal even ended up with a missing tooth and a broken arm, while Callux just ended up with a broken nose.

After that, it was decided that the two Cals couldn't be trusted alone with each other so they were seperated. Cal had to stay in Manny's flat while Callux stayed in their flat alone. Manny did make sure to check on him every few hours and spend time with him so he wouldn't be alone. I did my best to go and see him often as well, making sure to drop by and see Cal and Manny as well. I knew it wasn't helping either of them, but I had to try, plus it gave Manny sometime to get out of the house and go do things like visit his parents and help Little Josh with his homework. 

Manny would sometimes tell me about how he had heard both Cals cry out for each other and Preston in the night during one of their many nightmares. It broke my heart and I wanted them to be able to be together and help each other but I couldn't trust them. I knew that the two would be better if they were together, taking care of each other, working together to figure out how to get Preston back but I couldn't have them killing each other in the process. It would destroy Preston if he heard his boyfriends had killed each other. I'm sure that would hurt him more than Rob ever could.

It was no better here in the Sidemen house, which was where I was currently at, cleaning up the house and taking care of the boys the best I could. It was the least I could do. After all, I did encourage them to let the boys go to London on their own.

That memory still haunts me every day. I still see their smiling faces as they exited the car, off to have what was supposed to be a great day. I had no idea of anything. I should have listened to my gut, I should have known something was wrong. My gut was always right….

As I washed the dishes, I listened to the screaming match that rang through the house, a very common feature these days. Thankfully their property was big enough so no neighbors could hear the hurtful words they said. 

"OH FUCK OFF YOU FAT CUNT! I TOLD YOU! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

"YES, IT WAS JOSH! YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN AND TOLD VIK NO, THAT HE COULDN'T GO INTO TOWN WITHOUT US! YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING STOPPED HIM! NOT GIVEN INTO HIM LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!" screamed back Simon.

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT! DON'T YOU THINK I BEAT MYSELF UP EVERYDAY FOR LETTING HIM GO? DON'T YOU THINK I HATE EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING FOR GIVING IN TO HIM? HOW IN THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN! I COULDN'T PREDICT IT SIMON! I couldn't..." he screamed back, his voice breaking at the end.

I felt a tear fall down my face as I heard Simon start to tear into Josh again. I did my best to tune them out, knowing that the reason they were fighting was because they were hurting, just like everyone else and just like everyone else, they were handling it the wrong way.