"I have a son?"
The words were still running through his head as Raven impatiently continued, "You have no right, fucking Chasez! You little brat! You should rot in hell."
"I know," JC said gently, feeling tears run on his cheeks like a faucet. Raven stuttered for a second, "You d-idn't just say that, did you?"
"I do care about you," he spit out quickly, wanting to hang up the phone and drive to her house to comfort her.
"You're actually turning a slight bit sensitive, Chasez, about fucking time!" Raven yelled into the phone with a highly sarcastic tone, "So help me God I will never ever let you meet our son as long as you live!"
"I'm sorry," he said as he heard the loud click from the other end, wanting to die.
He turned around to see the young woman he was privileged to call his wife and divorcee twice. They had had minor fights and gotten into divorces, but have always gotten back together in the end. They hadn't officially gotten remarried the 3rd time, but after tonight, he didn't see why he even really loved her.
Yeah, he was real privileged to call Bobbee Thomson his to-be wife.
"Bobbee," he told her quietly, walking over to her figure sitting on the couch.
She never even really earned his love. He was just desperate so many times, and she was always there to pick him back up when he needed it.
That is not earned love.
"Yes honey?" she grabbed his hand and kissed it gently with her soft lips, but not loosening his sternness a muscle.
"I need to have a discussion with you," JC sat down on the couch next to her, wondering if she might make a move.
It may seem hard to believe, but he wanted that from Raven, and not Bobbee.
All the years denying he ever had sensitivity for her let alone feelings had made him like her as more than assistant to pop star.
"What do you want to talk about?" Bobbee smiled at him sweetly, the fake smile always penetrating him somehow. He could read her mind of what she was smiling about. He knew she was thinking he was going to ask her to marry him again.
But this time she was wrong.
"I just called an old friend," JC told her quietly, running a hand through her hair, wanting to rip it out. She had caused him so much pain. Raven never had. Even though he told her she did.
"Yes? And what does this have to do with us?" Bobbee replied snidely, removing his hand from her hair. She wasn't in the mood for bullshit, and especially not from JC.
JC sighed impatiently and got up from the couch. Bobbee gave him a confused little smirk as he said, "This has everything to do with us. I have a son I haven't known about for 2 years. I need to go see him."
"You have a child?" Bobbee stood up quickly, looking him dead in the eye, "And you didn't tell me? Why did I ever want to call you my husband?"
"I don't know, Bobbee," he started yelling at her, "But I don't love you! I don't know if I ever did! I'm going to see the woman I love and apologize all the shit I've put her through!"
He started to walk out of the door, leaving Bobbee to stand there stupidly, wondering why he didn't love her. She thought she had given him everything. She was just with him to get everything from him.
He turned around, gave Bobbee one last pathetic glare, and walked out to his car, driving away.
Bobbee gave an evil smile; JC would pay for what he had done to her. And she knew exactly what she would do to get him back.