Flashback

Dad laughs as he twirls me around, and kissed me on my cheeks, "happy birthday baby girl".

"Thank you, daddy", I gave him a kiss.

"And thank you also for that", I looked at mom and Scott, while dad just shakes his head, out of knowing what I meant.

"So what would you like this time?" he asked.

"Dad, all I want I have, this is already the best birthday ever, I'm happy with just being me and having all my friends and family.... as a matter of fact, I have one wish, but I can't tell you are else it won't come true," I said and he laughed.

"Ok then "sugar bear", make a wish and it'll come through I promise.

Dad kissed me once more but this time on my forehead and walk over to mom and Scott. Scott was a pretty nice guy, but he just wasn't right for me, everyone thinks we're the perfect match made in heaven as if I was conceived just to be Scott's wife.

We started dating when I was 17, once we moved to America as Chase and I wanted to do music here as a career, apart from writing music for various artists and that's how Chase met Bianca. Bianca was a total kick-ass singer, might I add, all the songs were so freaking lit and had the world stopping whenever they came on. My family was like royalty in England, we were known for art and music and that's how I met Scott because his parent was close to mine.

Scott was breathtaking and so sexy but yet so humble and damn he was funny, he could make me crack up on the floor no matter where we were if anyone knows me they know I was a total sucker for a funny guy with hot sexy abs. His lips were so god damn sexy especially when he bit them in act of trying to turn me on, and oh yes it normally worked, you just couldn't resist him at no cost, the way he kissed my neck, or caress my breast with his hand and the way his touch send electric shocks through my body whenever it touched me. He knew the do's and the don'ts to create fireworks through my entire being.....

Our relationship was great for about 2 years, but with both our schedules and his modeling career, it was hard keeping up and making time for each other, we spend most of our days arguing about whose not making any effort to see who, and it was really draining us both.

(Flask back)

With continuous work over the past few weeks, we decided to take a vacation, just the both of us, no work. Once we arrived in Bora Bora I took Scott's phone and turned it off and did the same to mine, he didn't say anything as he didn't want to start a fight. After a week of good sex, food and drinks I was the happiest girl in the world as everything seems to be back on track with Scott and I. I was super excited that he won't be traveling again until the next six months and would only have jobs here, in Cali.

As we reach home literally exhausted from our flight we barely made it to bed together and slept like babies... I woke up to the scent of blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage, I smiled and made my way into the kitchen, "hey" I said, good morning beautiful, aren't you happy, he said. I started to make my way over to the stove to help him as he pushed me back to my seat "nope, this is all me, I don't want your help" he said jokingly, ok then superman I laughed..... he fixed me a plate and we started eating making small talk about our jobs, what's new and our parents. He stands up and put his lips on mine and at that same moment his phone began to ring............ it was one of my songs that I had written and I start to dance sending him into a fit of laughter knowing I look dead-ass stupid. He tries to wipe the laughter from his face and answers his phone seriously and professionally, "hello, hey Cammy, what's up? he said...... What? I started to look at him, Cammy was his boss and might I add, had a huge crush on him...... but he tries to deny it. "Ok, I'll call you later," he said as he hangs up the phone.

After what seemed like moments later I asked, Babe what's wrong? He looks at the phone, sigh through his mouth...... and murmured under his breath, "fuck'. I went over to him cupped his face in my hands and tilt his head to my gaze, what's wrong? I asked. We got booked for a 6-month contract..., well that's awesome baby........ so why the long face? It's in France........... ok but I thought you explained to Cammy that you won't be taking any more jobs outside of Cali for a while, I looked at him dumbly......

I did, but- but what? I said getting angry, I was an easily aggravated person and he knows me so well, tries to calm me down. "Babe, calm down" and I just walked out. I needed a hot bath and some aspirin for the sudden headache I felt building up. 'Londy' I heard him call out to me, "would you just stop?" Things were going so good and that fuck tart Cammy had to come and messed it up, I fucking hate her guts, bitach...........

Oh lord if my mom heard me cursing these words she would definitely wash my mouth out one of those mouth-cleansing things............. Scott walks in reminding me of the matter at hand, "baby I don't wanna fight", "we're not fighting", I said, way too angry. When do you leave? I asked, in two weeks and I sighed, we'll pretend that this phoned called never happened and we'll figure it out after the two weeks ok, I said, he raised his eyebrows at me.

What? I said, 'nothing I'm just thinking about how sexy that British accent of yours is" he said playfully as I rolled my eyes.... yeah, yeah I said, whatever.

The weeks went by rapidly and then he was gone, I was an emotional wreck, Scoot was my first, my everything and I knew I had to let him go, I could not fight him on this, it was his career and I need to be supportive. Friday, I told him that we needed to take a break and I knew it hit him hard, he didn't expect it as the past couple of weeks has been amazing, I couldn't even believe I was saying it, but if we couldn't do it for a month, six months would've been even worst. He was just sitting there staring at me making me uncomfortable, "I'm not going then", he said, if you're willing to give up on us then I'm not going, I'm not going to lose you, not a chance in hell", and that's when the tears started flowing down my face and after hours of talking we came to the decision that it would be better for us to take a break and reassess the situation, within the 6 months.

But I knew we had hit rock button and it was only a matter of time as our relationship was already strained and in pieces.