(Rebecca POV)
I picked up the money from the floor that they guys threw me, and exited the stage. When I went in my dressing room, I layed the money on my dresser and counted it up.
“One....Two....Three....Three hundred dollars. About damn time.”, I layed back in my chair relieved. I jumped when my door open.
“Um, you could've knocked!” I said noticing it was Yanna.
“Well, I didn't.”
“What are you doing here anyway?”, I walked up to her.
“Look! Don't get smart with me.”, she backed me up on the wall. “Why aren't you with your boyfriend anyway?”
I hesitated. “Prodigy?”
“Duh! He's your babydaddy right?”, She smirked.
“Shut up.”, I walked over to my dresser, and opened the drawer. I pulled out a tanish, circular pillow. It was soft and big. I turned to Yanna and tied it around my stomach.
Yanna crossed her arms. “You really think he is going to believe that?”
“It has been 3 months already since I told him, Yanna! He probably will.”
She walked over to me, and felt the fake stomach. “Why did you do this anyway? You know how I feel about you.”
I held her hand. “I know babe. It's just Prod does everything for me. He has fame, fortune, and----”
Yanna walked off from me, and I grabbed her hand back.
“Don't do that. You know I love you.” She gave me a look.
“WAIT.”, I paused. “What about Roc?! Your just beginning to date him. I can't date a dude, but you can?”
“It's not the same thing. Your lying, telling Prod your pregnant and shit.... REALLY, REBECCA?!”, she sat on my dresser.
I took the fake belly off, and wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me. “We're not gonna break up, right? Even though we are with men....”
I gave her a kiss. “Promise. I'm just trying to get stuff back together. I really need some money and things right now. The only reason why I made up this 'pregnancy' idea was because he was about to leave me. I had to do something so I could get closer to him, I needed some money, attention, and Prodigy is a huge singer. When he gives me what I want, I promise we're going to be happy together.”
She sat up, held my hand, and smiled. I grabbed her chin and gave her another kiss.
(Prod POV)
Jacob fell to the ground, and I ran over to him.
Issa grabbed Ray around his neck and the knife dropped out his hand. Ray fought back to get free, but Issa grasp was too strong.
A girl was standing in the doorway with a stunned look on her face. “SHARANDA!” Issa yelled to her. “CALL THE POLICE, GET JACKIE... DO SOMETHING! JUST GET HELP!”
I felt a tug on my shirt, and looked down at Jacob. He was holding his neck with one hand, and grabbing my shirt with the other. “Jacob! Dude... you alright? Can you see me?!”
He gasped for air still holding his neck and replied, “Yeah.... I'm good. I'm fine...”
Jacob removed his hand from his neck, and I let out a breath of fresh air. The knife didn't go into his throat, but just sliced the skin of it. “AHH!”, I yelled. “YOU IIGHT!” I turned to Issa. “HE'S IIGHT, MAN!”
Issa shook his head still have Ray in a headlock. “GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!”, Ray yelled. “I should've killed his ass!!!”
Just then a group of paramedics rushed in and picked up Jacob. They layed him on a white, long canopy and brung him out. I turned to see Sharanda, police officers, Keisha and Walter standing at the door.
The police officers grabbed Ray, and escorting him out also.
Walter stopped the police officers. “Take him out the back door! Fans are outside in front...”
Issa, Keisha, Walter and I stood there in silence after everyone left. Walter broke the silence. “You hear that, Prodigy?”
I stopped. “Hear what?”
“THEM.”, Walter started. “The fans!”
I paused for a second and drowned out everything. I heard fans screaming outside in a chanting tone: ISSA! JACOB! PRO-DI-GY!
“How they know I'm here?”
“Reporters.”, Keisha started. “OH YEAH. Reporters know what's going on!”
My eyes widened. “THEY KNOW!? Which means.... our fans are going to know...”
“YA THINK!?”, Walter said sarcastically.
Keisha sighed and leaned against the wall. “What's the cover-up story for this incident?”, she asked Walter.
“I dunno...”, Walter replied.
“We'll make it simple.”, Keisha started. “It's almost Christmas, I'll pay the reporters not to say anything. And get the word out to the fans Ray is on vacation with his family. As for the rest of the boys.”
Walter nodded. “I need a damn vacation... but how much are you going to pay reporters to keep their mouth shut?”
“Don't worry about it. I got it.”, Keisha replied. “But, as for vacation, we all need one.”
“I know I do!”, Issa yelled.
“That's what we're going to do. You boys just all need to get away from each other, and I need to get away from ya'll for a moment. For Christmas, go with your families, have fun...tell the rest of the boys what I said.”
“SO.... NO MINDLESS BEHAVIOR FAME FOR A MONTH?”
“Right.”, Walter replied. “No more Mindless Behavior, for a GOOD while.”
“What about Ray, though?”, I asked.
“We'll figure something out. He can't go to jail, he will probably go to a crazy institute for teenagers. Since his lost of his girlfriend triggered his anger. Yeah... I will take him there.”
“A MENTAL INSTITUTE?!”, Issa asked. “RAY ISN'T MENTAL!”
“Obviously.” Walter replied. “That's just the place he needs to be right now.....
