Maybe

19

Shay's POV:

"There's a motel there!" Julie points and Cameron drives there. We walk in and all book a room, two each.

We all walk to the passage our rooms and all agree on meeting in the passage at 05:00 again.

Chris and I walk into the room admiring the room. The double bed taking up most of the space with silk curtains covering the windows showing out to an ocean view. There are flowers on the bed and Chris puts our bags on the other side of the room and takes on the flowers and puts it in my hair.

"There. Now the flower looks beautiful." he says and kisses my forehead.

"I'm going to go shower." I say and gently kissing him before taking my pyjamas and toiletries to the bathroom.

I quickly finish and walk back into room to see Chris sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"And this?" I say sitting in front of him mimicking his position.

"Um, when we almost fought for me pushing things too far, why?" he asks wrapping his large hands around my tiny ones.

"You're going to hate me once I say it." I say with all honesty.

"Please Shay." he says with pleading eyes.

"On the night of the show , before you went on for your solo, Crawford, tried to..." I trailed off feeling Christian's hands loosen till he completely let's go of it.

"Are you serious?" he asks angrily, red eye boring into mind.

"Christian, I know I can't compare him to you, I'm sor-" I began but he cut me off.

"No, that bastard tried something with you! I'm so mad I could-" he jumped off the bed and started throwing pillows all over the room. He grabbed the welcoming paper and threw it in my direction making it form a paper cut on my bare shoulder, the blood seeping through the cut.

"Shay, I'm-" he says once he sees the blood.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom." I say and walk out to the bathroom. I take the first aid kit to nurse the cut and look into the mirror and start crying.

"Shay? Are you crying?" Christian calls from outside the open bathroom door.

"No." I say before sniffing.

"Shay. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just get really overprotective with you. Please, you're my princess. Do you forgive me?" he says with pleading eyes.

I didn't say anything except put the band-aid on and get comfortable in bed.

"Shay. Say something. Please." Christian says laying his head on the pillow next to mine.

I prop myself on my elbow as Christian does the same.

"I get that you want to be protective over me, I would do the same but- you can't always use that as an excuse. I told you last time that you can't let your temper get the best of you and you promised me that you wouldn't. You promised and you broke it. And not only did you break it but resort to violence. You indirectly hurt me. And this time it's physically and emotionally." I tell him as I start getting up putting on my robe.

"What about 'none of anything else matters, just our love?'?!" Christian throws that at me.

"Yeah, but what if it did?! Christian, wake up and smell the damn roses because honestly it always mattered to me but I just had to suck it up for you. I'm leaving." I tell him already at the door.

"Where are you going?" he asks, tears forming.

"Grace's room. I'll share a bed with her. I'll be back early to get my belongings and rent a car." I tell him even though my voice is threatening to crack. I open the door and I'm ready to leave until Christian speaks up.