MELLISA'S POVJust as i was seated in my office, Gearhead popped his head in the office. "Hey, are you okay." I looked up and smiled. "Sure, why wouldn't I be okay?""Just that Alexander left today and won't be back for awhile." He shrugged."Am fine. That was bound to happen", I shrugged my shoulders.I totally didn't care plus, if I ever thought I was going to get over Alexander, this time apart is what I needed. I had trusted him way back when, so sure that he really and truly wanted me, but I had been wrong. I knew I wasn't a wrong about this. I was going to leave the club and this was another step closer to seeing that happen.My first step was mailing off a package this morning, which included a demo of me singing and playing my guitar, to a music producer.I found in Memphis that was taking a on new talent. I had no idea what was going to come of it, but I would know unless I tried, right?"True, well let me know if you need anything." He turned to leave when I stopped him."A

"Oh, for fuck's sake. We're back to that again?" He grabbed my hip and kept me from going further."Don't do this."I gave him a hard glare. "Why did you come back here?", I asked angrily.His brows furrowed. " What do you mean? I came back to make sure you're okay. What kind of stupid question is that?""I didn't want you to come back. I am fine." This time when I moved, he let me. Deep down, I was disappointed that he let me go again, just once, I wanted him to fight for me but he unfortunately didn't."You're seriously going to push me away again?" He sat up, rubbing his hands over his face. "I just drove five fucking hours to get here." He added while looking disappointedly at me."I just told you I didn't want you to come back! So, you wasted your own damn time, not my fault." I puffed out my chest. "And I am not pushing you away again. The last time I checked, I pushed you away once but you won't let me go! Why won't you let me go?! I want to be happy, but you won't let me!",

MELISSA'S POVThe next day, I found myself at the clubhouse waiting for my dad to get here so we could discuss what to do with Mom. But he was taking much longer then he said he would be, and I was staring to get impatient.Sliding into the stool at the bar, Careen came over with a beer and set it down in front of me. I shook my head and pushed it away."I can't have it, you know that."Careen nodded, "I just wasn't sure since you've been drinking."I glared up at her. "Yeah, well I have decided it isn't good for the baby anymore." And I didn't need her to judge me for it.Careen winked. "Your secret is safe with me,. Darlin'."Before l could reply, the clubhouse door swung open and Axel Dunkens walked in, looked around the room, and then pointed his glare on me. He nodded toward the back before he marched across the room and disappeared down the hallway.I slid off the stool and went in pursuit of my dad, shutting the office door behind me before I took a seat in front of him."W

MELISSA'S POVI had an impromptus trip to the doctor's office after I experienced some sharp pains in my stomach.Worried, of course, that something was wrong with the baby, but my doctor said it was just stress- induced pains, and that I should try to separate my self from stressful situations for the sake of the baby and me.But what the doctor didn't realize was that my entire life was one stress situation after another."It looks like you're about seven weeks long now".I have printed off a photo of your ultrasound here." She leaned forward and handed me the photo as a ball of emotions formed in my throat. I looked down at the tiny ball on the black and white photo and gulped back a sob. "It's just a little peanut right now, but it's growing just how we want it to. Will your husband be joining you next time?"I tore my eyes away from the ultrasound photos and up into her eyes. "I'm not married, and the father and I are separated right now." That's all I could tell her without gi

MELISSA'S POVI woke the next morning when my door bell ripped me from my slumber. I was still on the couch and didn't remember falling asleep here last night, still in my clothes from the day before. My music sheets were scattered on the coffee table, and my guitar was still leaning against the end of the couch.The doorbell rang again, clearing my mind as I quickly fumbled with the music sheets and shoved them under the couch cushion before I tucked my guitar behind the couch.Answering he door, I wasn't surprised to find Jimmy there to greet me as he held two styrofoam cups in his hand,holding one out for me to take. He looked me up and down, smiling. "Looks like it was a good thing I brought you some coffee this morning.""What are you doing here, Jimmy?""Your dad sent me over. Said he couldn't get you on the phone." The images of my shattered phone entered my thoughts as he continued, "There's an event tonight for the club in the mid-state so he wants us to go for the club, sai