Makeup S.M.

Chapter Seventy One

A/N

I'm gonna be jumping between people in this, so it'll start with Reese but the next paragraphs on Shawn's perspective and so on and so forth.

I made him sleep on the couch.

I cried so much more than I should've.

I cried until I ran out of tears.

I told her I loved her.

He's watching the interview, probably just to laugh at me.

She thinks I don't love her anymore.

I don't know what to do anymore.

She won't talk to me.

I'm still mad at him.

No one actually helped me get her back but the hate is twice as bad.

The hate is ten times worse.

I tried so hard to fix it, now she's back to her cigarettes.

I smoked my first cigarette in two years.

She started with one.

And I finished the whole package. I tried pot.

I don't want her to overdose.

They don't know I did though.

I want to send her to rehab.

If they find out I'll be sent to rehab. I have a bag full of them.

I just want her healthy again.

I might overdose.

I want her back in my arms.

I don't think I'd be doing this if he was ever around, or payed us any attention.

I try so hard to make the other people happy I forgot about my family.

He never plays with Adam anymore.

I barely get to see my baby boy.

And he isn't around for me when I need him.

I canceled the honeymoon for my tour and now I broke her.

Maybe he isn't in love with me.

I'm so madly in love with her.

Maybe we need a brake.

I think I need to take a brake from my career.

Maybe me and Adam will move, give him the house.

Maybe we should move and start a new life for ourselves.

Maybe he doesn't need us.

I don't know what I would do without them.

I loved him.