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Margot was busy, but so was her whole team. The music video had exploded and magazines were calling her a revival of rock and roll. Though she didn't quite feel like a rock star. She still had to see if her album would sell. Yeah, her contract had gone from EP to an LP rather
fast as her first single had dropped. People were really resonating with it and she felt so proud.
Her management had set her up with one of their other clients for tonight's music awards. He was already pretty known, and with her being there with him, the management hoped it would spark romance rumors as they were teasing a collaborative song. A song that would premiere tonight on stage. She felt nervous as her team finished up her makeup, hair and nails. Gods there was a lot that went in to an event like this. But she trusted her team.
Her phone buzzing wasn't unusual, and she had considered changing numbers because her family had now tried to get in to contact with her. She didn't want that. They weren't there for her through her hard times, and they were not going to swoop in at a time like this. Besides, all they wanted was money. But somehow she checked the message anyways. Churchill was five hours ahead of New York. She only.knew that because when she was lying awake at night she looked at social media posts from back home.
However the last person she expected to see write her right now was him. Well of course she still thought about him, but it was easier now that there was an entire ocean between them. Excusing herself for a minute it seemed her team needed that break anyways. Walking out on to the balcony, she heard the busy city below. It was cold, but she didn't care, she wanted to hear his voice. Calling him up she hoped he would pick up, and if he did she would smile happily.
"Hi," she said in a soft tone. Chuckling a bit she looked out at the view from here. If you closed her eyes she could just imagine him being there with her, right? "You're up late," she said, tapping her nails against the metallic railing. She was quiet for a bit, just listening to him breathe if he wasn't talking. "I'm not quite living lavish yet, but I am going to perform at that big music awards show tonight, and I'm really nervous," she said. She was always a bit nervous before performing, but he had always been there to calm her down. But now she had to do it on her own. "It's funny how life works out sometimes ... How are you doing? Keeping busy as always, I suppose?"

He guided her through her breaths, and she followed suit, only it really wasn't the same without him. "Well I also recall you giving me a hug after that, pressing me close to ground my body," but he couldn't do that when he was so far away. And it made her wish he was here, only for a brief second. They had barely spoken since that last night at the motel. She had snuck out after he had gone to sleep, because she knew if she stayed she would never go. At least it had been a good last time for them, it was tender and gentle and the whole time she had wished it would go on forever. But it ended faster than she wanted, but she didn't regret one moment.
It felt good to hear how the others were reacting, but she was more interested in hearing how he viewed it. He had always been one of her biggest supporters, but also one that could give her the criticism she needed, even if she got hurt by it, it was the honestly she wanted. As he recounted what she had once said she chuckled, biting her lower lip as she looked out at the city. It seemed so big even compared to Churchill. "I get what you mean," I always will, so many words left unspoken but the last thing she wanted was to tear him apart again. She loved him, and she always would, but for now they just couldn't be together and be healthy about it. Distance had made it easier.
"Are you seeing anyone? I heard from Clarke that you've been talking with a girl?" she asked. Better to rip off the band aid, but she just had to know if he was happy. And if he was with someone else, then it would be easier for her heart to take. Besides she had her performa-relationship with Kaden. He was a nice guy, wildly creative, but he was not really someone she could see herself falling in love with.

He did remember hugging her close every time but it wasnt like that was a possibility now. He was just so happy for her and also so fucking sad because it was all without him. However when he was really upset about it, he did remind himself that he got to help her when she needed it the most and she had simply grown to not need him anymore. That was good, right? Right?
Then came a hard question. Was he seeing someone? It was a complicated answer. "It's... No, nooooo. It's just talking. I tried dating, but one girl walked in and saw our pictures and suddenly I was the weird guy." he said with a sigh. "I dont know if I want to take things further than just mindlessly.... fooling and fucking. Like what we had was so good and anything couldnt ever get remotely fucking close to that shit at all." he admitted, tensing his jaw after speaking as he was somehow being stupidly open handed. He had heard of her relationship with Kaden, so was this really fair on her?

He still kept pictures of them together? She wasn't quite sure how to feel about that if she was being honest. Both of them had spoken about moving on, taking a new path, and it sounded like he was clinging to the past still. To be fair, the world did seem so colorless without him, but saying that would get them nowhere. She looked down as he spoke about what they had had. Yeah, it had been the greatest parts of her life. "Well ... You can get that again with someone if you let them in, just like you let me in," though in fairness she probably forced her way in to his heart. She cared very deeply for the daemon, even though she was hurt by him. She was silent for a while, hearing some people speak in the room behind her.
"Hey ... After tonight we stay a bit in America, but next week I think I'm going on a plane heading towards Churchill," she said. Why was she even telling him that? Wouldn't that just inconvenience him? "If you're not busy we could meet for a coffee?" Fuck she hated that they practically just sounded like strangers, but what could she really do? Taking a deep breath she sighed, "bring a date, I'll bring Kaden and the four of us can go out drinking? My treat," she said before she heard her name getting called in the room, "I gotta go, uhm, yeah, catch ya later." Hanging up felt like hitting herself over the head with a sledgehammer, but she had to. Otherwise, how was she supposed to survive tonight?

"Yeah no, I'm doing fine as things are now." he chuckled but it was clear that he didnt really mean it. Or he was doing fine, as fine as he could in the current situation. He was just supposed to move on, so if he just acted as if, then he might actually end up believing it at some point. It was also easier to just determine that he wasnt fit for a relationship to begin with, telling himself that the fuck up with her just was a clear sign to steer free from anything remotely romantic. He was quiet as well at that point. A mutual silence that seemed to weigh more than the world.
She was going back to Churchill? He hummed as if it wasnt really that big of a deal. Sure, have a good time, he probably should've said. Anything that would acknowledge her words and let her know that he was listening. The suggestion made him frown as he thought about it. He breathed out through his mouth. Bring a date? He'd prefer not to. Because she would bring that headline boyfriend of hers and he actually wasnt that interested in meeting the replacement. Benjamin had been a mouthful on his own, he didnt need another man whose face he wanted to cave in with a fist. "Margot...." he tried but she hung up. He tensed his jaw, standing for a bit with the phone still at his ear. No, he was not on a suicide mission for his heart.

[Messages between Margot and Ace]
[Ace:] I dont think its a good idea that we meet. I mean, after all that shit with Benjamin, its just obvious that im not fit to meet some guy youre seeing.
[Ace:] But have a nice trip.

She just refused to believe she couldn't have it both ways. She needed him in her life, no matter how much the fact that thinking about him still hurt, she also could not imagine what she would be without him. It was a toxic way of thinking, feeling so intertwined with him that she couldn't possibly give up, even if she had been the one to break it off. She let her phone stay at the hotel, not caring to spend her night staring at a screen when she was actively living the life she thought she had always been meant to be living, right?
She returned later, drunk and upset with Kaden. He was a wild child, someone you couldn't keep on a leash, and he had gone out to do ... Well only the gods knew what. She felt stupid, and as she came back to the hotel, throwing herself down on the mattress where she felt her cold phone press against her face. It lit up, revealing the messages. Reading it she felt angry now too. Moving around she grabbed her phone, unlocking it and entering the messages.

[Margot:] No need to worry about any guys I'm seeing
[Margot:] I still want to see you

Moving over she laid on her stomach, her arms stretched in front of her as she looked at the messages that had been sent. She wanted to add more, but she also felt to proud to admit just how much she missed him. How much she loved him. How every day without him was getting harder and harder to go through with all this new found fame.

[Margot:] I miss playing guitar on the floor in your living room

That was truly all she could state at this moment.

Was she wallowing in her own self-pity? Very much so. But she felt like she needed to do this right now. When she was sober, things were easier to handle, but drinking made everything so much more complicated. It was weird. Thinking about him as she laid here alone, she could just feel the urge to get up and go straight to him. But he was on the other side of the world right now, and she was supposed to be dating Kaden.
The messages that popped in made her heart feel heavy. There were plenty of reasons why he shouldn't ever meet anyone she would be dating. But there was one reason why she wanted to see him, and it was a stupid and selfish one. Margot sat up, unzipping her dress, getting out of the fancy getup and slipping in to an old t-shirt. Then the next message ticked in and she couldn't help but feel betrayed.

[Margot:] You sold it?

At that point she felt like her whole world was falling apart. She had written her first song on that guitar, and while it was probably worthless to Ace now, she still held some nostalgia about the piece.

[Margot:] You could've texted me ... If you didn't want it, then I would've bought it

Gods she was a bitter bitch, wasn't she? She had broken up with him and now she was mad at him for getting rid of the instrument she had played so often.

[Margot:] You have pictures of me, but you decided to toss the guitar I wrote my first song on? And for what? To prove a point?

Wrapping her arms around herself she couldn't help but starting to cry. Everything just felt so colorless without him. Grey. Grey and grey and dark and grey.

Fallen off the wall and broken? She scoffed, closing her eyes as she was trying to calm down. But how could she? She felt so angry and betrayed - it had started with Kaden and now her anger had projected on to Ace.

[Margot:] Whatever ... Get some sleep

She decided to turn off her phone, not wanting any sort of contact with anyone. She decided to go to bed as well, though it was already the middle of the day. Crying and sobbing to herself, she had decided she was done with torturing herself with Ace, and wouldn't reach out.

The tabloids were only getting worse. Every time a paparazzi took a picture, they would speculate about weight loss or weight gain. They would criticize her looks, call her make up cake-y or simply just say that she was falling off. Margot had stopped looking at them, diving in to her work and the perks that came along with it. While she had always been against drugs, it was harder to say no when everyone around her was constantly talking about the newest shit.
One taste had been all it took. But it had made her feel a calm she hadn't felt since being with Ace. Maybe that was her own fault, and yet the pills and powders were the only things that seemed to keep her going. Kaden and her were constantly up and down. Some days they would actually feel like a couple, even if it was planned by the record label he would treat her nicely and she would get in to bed with him. Other times she were so high and paranoid that it would end in a fight between the two.
The tabloids had gotten a hold of some pictures where bruises could be seen on her thighs and on her neck. Of course they speculated about a crazy rock and roll sex life, but it had come from her attacking Kaden and the lycan simply holding her down until she calmed down.

A message ticked in on Ace's phone several months after they had last spoken.

[Margot:] I'm not sure if you have this number blocked, but you are the last she wrote to. Things are wrong over here, and I was hoping if you know her family or might know a way of coming in to contact with them? -Kaden.

Whatever. He read the message again just to be sure before he drew in a deep breath, shaking his head. No it was not worth getting pissed over, and yet he slumped out of bed, walking into the livingroom, just to draw in a few controlled breaths. Whatever, how fucking dared she type out something like that. He did try to call her just to have it go on voicemail. It was so irritating, he ended up sitting down in the couch, just staring at the now empty hanger on the wall. But that just seemed to fuel the anger, so bad that he got right back up just to go tear it off the wall, dumping it on the ground as he looked at the poor wall who really had done nothing wrong. Because in reality, it was his fucking fault. It always was.

The days passed and he tried to ignore any tabloid or headline with her name in it. Maybe it was more an obsession to not see it, that he actually ended up looking for it. Just so he could ignore it, right? Yeah, made no sense at all. But Ace wasnt always the most sensible guy. He was just looking for reasons to be angry. Whether it be some rumor of what club she had been in and with who. Context had little relevance at this point. But as the months passed, anger was replaced with indifference. Every headline began looking like just that. A headline. It didnt make Margot seem more alive. Frankly she didnt look happy at all in these forever stills that he saw of her. When the message ticked in, he was sitting on his couch, watching some TV. He had decided to get a dog, a cute yet big dog that he called Daisy. He looked at his phone, reading the message before he sighed.

[Ace:] Me. I'm the only family she got left. But we havent spoken in months.

He sighed, throwing the phone off next to him, like he didnt care at all and yet his eyes moved to check the screen from time to time. Like he waited for the reply to light up. Daisy was sleeping soundly at his feet. She was just a puppy. He had come a long way from just having to take care of her. Because that was what he did wasnt it? Taking care of something, someone, anything or anyone. He grabbed his phone again, impatient, just calling up the number.

It was pretty ballsy of Kaden to make contact with someone from Margot's past. She never talked about it, but he was getting worried for her. He might've been a bit of an asshole, but he was far from cruel. He just didn't want to be tied down like his record label seemingly wanted him to. His behavior had never been meant to rub off on Margot. When he saw the message, he wasn't sure if he was happy or sad. He had gotten a hold of someone that might help, but then again, if this guy didn't even care, then he wouldn't really blame him if they hadn't talked for so long.
He wasn't sure what to reply to such a text. Of course the lycan wasn't an idiot, but he wasn't good at handling other people's messes. In fact it had been Serena Joy who had made him suck up and help find someone for Margot. That was when the phone started ringing and he stepped out of the room to take the call, not wanting to wake Margot and open that toxic can of worms.
"Hi, this is Kaden," he said, his raspy voice so clearly displaying his American accent, "I'm sorry, I don't know your name ... This number isn't saved so." It was basically him asking for the person at the other end to introduce themselves.

"She- uh, she's not doing too well," he couldn't really sugar coat it, not when he had finally gotten a hold of someone who might be able to help. "She's sleeping off the worst right now," a rustling was heard through the phone, he was adjusting an icepack he held to his cheek, making him sound a little mumbled for the time being. "I just think that it might help to send her home for a little while - Get her away from the environment, if you know what I mean?" he wasn't sure if the person on the other end understood completely, but he sighed and had to spill the beans eventually anyways. "She's been using ... Drugs ... I don't know which kind or kinds, but they are making her lose weight rapidly and she refuses to eat," he felt like some days he was just watching a skeleton walk around. "It's gotten to the point that the producers are starting to question the offer they gave her regarding her career - I just think she needs a place to return to her roots, ground herself," it had helped Kaden back when he had been struggling with his life.

As if Kaden hadn't thought about rehab but the risk was that paparazzi wouldn't leave her be even there. No, it had to be home to something familiar he thought. "I don't know if she'll go by her own accord, but either way I'm not giving her a choice," he said, having made up his mind about this. He wasn't sure what this guy was to her, but he had said family and Kaden didn't find him sounding like a liar. "I'm sorry ... Maybe she just needs a breather and a chance to be away from everything to get her priorities in order," he hummed, pressing the ice to his sore face. "I gotta go now ... I'll send you some info when I've gotten a chance to plan this out: Is there a specific time that you might be open to pick her up from the airport?"