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Chapter 18-"Your Leaving"

Mariah Rein's Pov 1988

My heart thumped against my chest as I slowly made my way to a chair that sat across Frank's desk. I questioned in my head why I was in his office and what he wanted to see me for. I was given a clue when Diana walked in with the ice pack pressed firmly against her cheek. "Diana please sit down." Frank's voice was softer than his fuming one which I heard in the hall. "Ok Frankie" I rolled my eyes when he gave a lost puppy look at Diana like she was his owner and had the leash.

"So ladies, it was brought to my attention that you two got into an altercation. Is that true?" he folded his hands on his desk practically drooling over Diana. Does he really need to ask that, from the busted lip and black eye that Diana has? I don't think so. We both nodded our heads. "But Frankie she started the whole thing. She's jealous that Michael came to me instead of her. Did you hear that there a couple and it's against the rules." My mouth opened agape.

Frank turned his attention to me surprised by the news but upset. "Oh really? Well I'm sorry Mariah but you will have to leave the tour." I furrowed my eyebrows. "W-what? Why!" I asked now sitting up. "I don't allow relationships on this tour and you disobeyed the rules and you beat up Diana. No violence. I'm sorry but your going to have to leave. and I don't want you talking to Michael when you leave." I shot up out my chair."You can't tell me if I can talk to him or not!" He got up out of his seat and hovered over me. "I can and I will." He hissed. I shook my head in disbelief. "Or what?" I challenged.

"Or you'll be very sorry and never get to see Michael again. As long as I can help it." His lips curved into an evil smirk. "Well what about her!" My voice raised as I gestured to the dangerous brunette who was enjoying us banter with each other."She's still on the tour. Your leaving. Pack your things Mariah, the car will be hear to drive you to the airport when your finished." He said before lowering himself back on to the chair. "I can't believe this. You kick me off the tour but do nothing to her!" I was furious. Two of Frank's big security guards grabbed my arms roughly. "Take her out!" Frank said as if I was trash.

They jerked me out of the room and let me go. I sighed heavily no longer seeing Michael there. I hung my Bad jacket on the microphone pole and walked by everyone. I felt there stares as I walked past. Diana is such a bitch. Why is Mariah getting fired? Michael is going to be so upset. All of those questions and comments scattered around as I went backstage and was met with Michael.

I avoided him by keeping my head down and walking past him.

"Hey what happened with Frank?" his eyes held concern. "I can't talk to you." I whispered. His eyebrows furrowed as I walked away. "Woah, wait what do you mean you can't talk to me. What happened in there?" He held both sides of my shoulders. I looked around to see Frank no where in sight. I lowered my voice as I spoke,"He kicked me off the tour." Michael's eyes widended and then turned back to normal. "Did he kick Diana off too?" I cringed at her name and shook my head.

Michael was the one who was now fuming. "He can't just kick you off the tour and not Diana. Matter of fact You shouldn't be kicked off at all." I didn't know what to say so I kept my mouth shut. He sighed in frustration and then looked in the direction where Frank's office was. "I'm gonna go talk to him." I immediately grabbed his arm when he started to walk away. "N-No!" I blurted louder than I expected.

Michael turned at looked at me surprised from my sudden change of tone. "I'm sorry for yelling but no. You cant. He told me that If I told you about this then I would be sorry and not get to see you again as long as he can help it." I lightly let to of his arm. "So he technically threatened you and kicked you off the tour and you expect me to not do anything?" I sighed and looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for him not to. He turned away from my gaze and looked at the ground. "Don't look at me like that." he mumbled swinging his leg.

"Michael please. I mean this is bad and good news. I should be going home to rest so the baby can be healthy right?" I tried convincing him. His eyes lit up at the mention of the baby but still went to a dull color. "Michael he found out." I whispered. "About what." he looked up at me waiting for my response. "That we're dating." His face twisted in anger and worriness. "Who told him?" he demanded. "Diana." her name coming from my lips felt like the gross medicine your forced to take.

He groaned and shook his head. "He was going to find out eventually, I'm pretty sure he would get suspicious when he sees me always around and a baby on your arm." His shoulders lowered. "I guess your right. I still think Diana should leave though. I'm gonna go talk to him, just stay here." He seemed to ignore the calls I gave him as he stormed into the office leaving me to wait anxiously.