Stevie and Lindsey put on a friendly little act when her parents had come to take the children to their house for a couple of days. Barbara eyed them, knowing something was up instantly but still they forced smiles and denied every accusation. This was such a confusing time and Stevie and Lindsey both agreed to the visit when the children asked to go. They needed stability and they couldn't stand in the way of that, no matter how much they wanted them home. The kids come first, they told each other. Bags were packed and the house was now so empty and quiet.

"Good bye, Lindsey" Stevie said, but got no response. It hurt but she knew she deserved it. She was leaving and taking the children and Lindsey felt like an afterthought. She drove herself to the airport, checked her bags and boarded her plane. She began to feel nervous as soon as the plane was in the air. Her palms were sweating, she felt sick and panic rose within her. She put her earbuds in with shaky hands, hoping music would calm her. Joni, her safe haven, began to play. It was perfect, always perfect how it described her life and made her think. Music always had that power for her, Lindsey and even their kids. They all communicated through song when explanation alone wouldn't do their feelings justice.

Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there, that's where we'll land
I saw a falling star burn up
Above the Las Vegas sands
It wasn't the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one
That you can wish upon,
Not the northern one
That guides in the sailors

Oh star bright, star bright
You've got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight

Her thoughts drift to Lindsey and they won't leave her alone. She closes her eyes and sees his face. She can't escape him.

You got the touch so gentle and sweet
But you've got that look so critical
Now I can't talk to you baby
I get so weak
Sometimes I think love is just mythical
Up there's a heaven
Down there's a town
Blackness everywhere and little lights shine
Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down
Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine

'Save me, Linds' she thinks. She was about to buy a house and begin a future she wasn't sure she wanted.

Oh star bright, star bright
You've got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight

I'm drinking sweet champagne
Got the headphones up high
Can't numb you out
Can't drum you out of my mind
They're playing, Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye,
Ooh, ooh, love is blind

Up go the flaps, down go the wheels
I hope you got your heat turned on baby
I hope they finally fixed your automobile
I hope it's better when we meet again baby

"Lindsey" she speaks aloud. She runs a hand through her hair, anxiety consuming her. This was wrong, so wrong.

Star bright, star bright
You got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight

"Oh my god" she breathes, tears streaming down her face. People were staring and she rushed to the bathroom, needing privacy. She looks at herself in the mirror, grabbing a handful of tissues and wiping her now ruined makeup. Black streaks stained her cheeks and no matter how much she tried to scrub them away, they stayed, indelible. "I look like shit." She tells herself. She takes a few deep breathes, trying to regroup. "I have to get off this fucking plane." She prepares herself to emerge from the tiny, claustrophobic lavatory and she is immediately faced with concerned glances. She sits down and hides her face behind a crappy airline travel magazine until their landing is announced. She sprints to the gates and a smiling face greets her.

"Stevie!" He shouts, hugging her. He tries to kiss her and she turns her head. "What the fuck?" He shouts, causing people to turn around in the otherwise quiet area.

"Stop it. You're making a scene."

"No, I won't stop it" he says, grabbing onto her arm roughly. "What's wrong with you? You haven't returned my calls, you won't let me kiss you..."

"I've changed my mind. I'm going back to Phoenix. I can't do this" she tells him and she sees his temper flare further. He tightens his grip on her and she winces. "Let me go!"

"You owe me an explanation." He jerks her toward him. "Start talking."

"I'm not in love with you."

"It's Lindsey, isn't it?"

"Leave him out of this."

"I knew it. Fucking slut!"

She rips herself out of his grip and runs down the walk way to collect her luggage. He tears after her, screaming at her. People are staring and she feels embarrassed, tears falling down her cheeks and trickling down her neck, wetting the neckline of her tee shirt. "Leave me alone!" She shouts as he grabs her again. He presses his body to hers, forcing her to bend backward over the baggage claim conveyor belt. She spots her bag and Brock takes it before she has the opportunity.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you go so easily?" He whispers and it instantly makes her feel sick.

"You don't own me!" She says through gritted teeth.

"Yes I do."

"I want to go home" she says through her tears, becoming more timid.

"You are home. You're marrying me. Forget about him, I'm your future."

"No, you're not. I hope one day you'll be just a sad memory." She pushes him with all her might in an attempt to get away from him and he twists her arm. "Let me go!" She screams. She struggles against him, eventually getting free and making it to the desk. She begs for a ticket back to Phoenix.

"She doesn't need it, she's coming with me" Brock tells the woman and she looks to Stevie.

"Ma'am, would you still like the ticket?"

"Yes, please. I need to get home. Phoenix."

"No, Stevie" he says, pulling her away from the desk and she stumbles back, nearly falling from the force of his action.

"Brock, I'm sorry. I can't be with you. You're scaring the hell out of me. Just stop this." He's still holding onto her, his fingers leaving marks on her skin. A police officer and two security officers are rushing toward her and she is so thankful. One officer takes hold of Brock and forces him away from her.

"Are you okay, ma'am? Did he hurt you?" the police officer asks her. His walky-talky is blaring and he turns it down to hear her response. She's clearly shaken.

She looked at Brock, watching his actions. His eyes were terrifying. "Uh, no. I just want to get home." Brock is let go by the officer but in his rage, he goes back to Stevie. Stevie starts sobbing once more as the officer pulls him away from her again and he's nearly jumping out of the hold. He was wild!

"Is there someone we can call for you?"

"My husband, call my husband" Stevie says, her knees buckling. The officer coaxed her into giving him the number, talking to her softly. More people are called to the scene and Stevie is trembling terribly. The woman behind the desk is stunned at what was happening before her. The officer spoke to Lindsey, thankfully able to get a hold of him. She was crying, listening to Brock screaming obscenities at her.

"You bitch! You're wearing my ring! You're my fiancé!" His voice was going hoarse and he was seething, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. "Fuck you! I hate you! I wasted over a year of my life on a whore!"

"Enough" the officer that held him, said. The joining officers led him away as he wouldn't calm down. "You're coming with us." She couldn't believe what he was saying and was praying this would be over.

"I want to go, can I go?" She asked the officer.

"You're sure you don't want to press charges?"

"I want to go home. I want to see Lindsey and I want to see my kids. Please."

"Alright. I will make a report. Let me take down a few more details and we can mail you a copy of the paperwork or you can access it online in case you need to do anything in the future."

"Thank you" she says.

"You're going to be alright now." He reassured her and she nodded. "Your husband is on his way."

Star bright, star bright
You've got the lovin that I like alright
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight.