Warmness on the soul

*Joana’s P.O.V.*

I’ve finally had my appointment with the lawyer about getting divorced with Aidan. The whole night I was lying in my bed, watching at the ceiling and thinking why he was trying start a drama like this. If he was that smart as he was the last years he knew that I wouldn’t leave Brian for this. It was finally over, I drew my line beneath that story. The time came that I had to close the chapter and start my life with Brian and the baby I was expecting. Stress was the least thing I really needed right now.

“Good Morning Mrs. Pollard” the lawyer greeted me already on the door.

He was a man in his mid-40s and a really nice guy that helped me several times. A friend had recommended me that lawyer years ago when I was having some trouble with my former boss. It was no big deal really but I’ve had a good feeling with him. He was giving me the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing and would do anything to satisfy his costumers, in a professional way of course. Even beside his business we had met several times for a coffee or just to talk about god and the world. James was a good guy and I knew that I could rely on him.

“Morning Mr. McLeod. I remember telling you that you could call me Joana” I chuckled about addressing me so formally.

“You are here because of an appointment and not because about some chatty talk.”

James liked to keep those two things separate while I was more easy-going.

“I know. But long time no see anyway, Mr. McLeod.”

I followed him into his office and sat down on one of his comfortable leather chairs.

“You described me a little bit about your concern. So you really want to get divorced to Mister” He was looking onto the papers “Mister Brock.”

“Yes. It seemed to be already a fault to marry a guy like this.”

He denied any comment but to see him rolling his eyes were saying much about it. James wasn’t liking the idea as well of me marrying that guy. Actually no one did and at the end I couldn’t answer the question by myself.

“Mrs. Pollard, do you know Mr. Brock salary?”

“As far as I’m informed he earns about $2,000 per month. Why are you asking?”

I was a bit worried. I’ve made a mistake that I never read it all through. Well who thought I would ever leave him after I dreamed of a happy future with him and 2 children. One baby was already on its way.

“I was just scanned half of the contract yet but I saw a really interesting point here. In case of a divorce he can claim 10% of your monthly salary, Mrs. Pollard, as long as you obviously earn more than him. Is that the case?”

Yes. A few days ago I signed my 4-years contract for Warner Record Company which included me as sound engineer on their tours. My income was clearly higher now than him which meant that I had to pay his life in Canady with that bitch.

“I think so” I lied “But is there any possibility to stop that? I mean is there any other issue in that contract where I don’t have to pay him any money.”

I surely would try everything to avoid paying him any cent. That guy should rot in hell forever, the place where he belongs to.

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

I was sitting along with the other guys in the office of our manager. We rescheduled a bit our plans and decided to do most of the interviews today before we get back into the studio again and do the last recordings for our next album. The promotion started slowly again which would mean that we would be answering the same questions for the next few weeks over and over again.
Matt did most of the stuff though but that doesn’t mean the rest could hang out on the couch while he was doing all the work. But I really had my mind somewhere else. I was hanging with my thoughts on Joana.
If someone would have told me that I would get that close again with her I would have asked if he is crazy but looking at the situation now it was really good except that Aidan was making us a lot of trouble. I just hope that he would learn his lesson one day after he got the first letter from the lawyer. I was happy she finally took that step. Everyone gets what they deserve.

“Brian?” Zacky said and waved with his hand in front of my eyes.

That got me back to reality and saw all guys looking at me confused.

“Sorry” I just apologized.

“Larry just said if it is ok that we do the radio interview today instead of next week” Zacky kindly repeated it for me.

“No problem” I nodded smiling.

I really should start focusing on the work instead of worrying about things that I can’t change now anyway. The lawyer would be doing his work and I put all my trust on him.

~*~

The radio station of the famous KROQ wasn’t that far from his office so we were just walking the few meters until we reached the building. I really couldn’t figure out why but I was having a bad feeling right now. Not sure if that was all cursed by me worrying too much or if that was just a sign. It wouldn’t be the first time when something extraordinary happened and my mind was just trying to give me a few signals.
Some assistant showed us the way to the studio and gave us some last instructions. Nothing that I haven’t heard before. It is always the same bla-bla. But for some reason I felt all people glancing at me since Matt had sent me the article about me being a womanizer. I wanted to use that moment to pay some revenge and clear things up a little bit.
As we were led into the studio the strange feeling started again. A little bit nervous I was sitting on the hard chair waiting with the other guys for the host that was about to arrive any minute. The other guys were engrossed in conversation while I was drumming a little bit nervous on the desk.
And when the door opened I wasn’t seeing the host I saw Aidan as he entered the studio with his mischievous smile and locking the door with the key.

“Hey guys” he smiled and placed his damn ass on the chair of the host.

“What are you doing here?” I snarled at him.

“Let’s play a game.”

He was pressing a few buttons which applied to shut down the blinds so that no one was able to see what was happening inside. What was he doing? What fucking game was he about to play now?

“Good Morning California. You listen to KROQ and we had changed some of our plans. As you know Avenged Sevenfold are here ladies and gentleman and we would like to play a little game with you. I’m playing a song, not only from that band, and you have to guess the name of it. Well I just change a bit of the rules. Instead of winning a CD I will let one of them go. Yes you’ve heard right these are my hostages and the prize is their life. The background is following my wonderful wife Joana Pollard betrayed me with the ugly guitarist Synyster Gates. If I can’t have her, no one can. Do you get it?”

*Joana’s P.O.V.*

I was driving back home or let me say I was trying to do it. The traffic was already a chaos in the morning and I really didn’t had much patience right now. The appointment with the lawyer was actually disappointing and now I just could pray that he would find a solution without me paying for him for the rest of my life.

To calm a bit my soul I turned on the radio. Music was something that I needed now. It would at least distract me from all the stress and other thoughts. I’ve had so much problems already – why couldn’t I just start living a peaceful life?! Was that too much to ask for?

“Do you know what song that was? Well I want to have that answer from you. I will call anyone from California right now to hear the right answer” I heard a man speaking from the radio who really sounds like Aidan.

This couldn’t be true. A little bird told me that he was already on his way to Canada so I could really exclude that idea right?!
My phone ringed once to let me know that I got a text message. Because I couldn’t move any further right now I checked it and I had to read it twice to really get the meaning of this text message.

‘Aidan kidnapped us in the KROQ studio. If I shouldn’t come back home tonight I just want you to know I love you. That sick bastard decided to play Russian Roulette here. Keep yourself safe please. Brian xxx’

I couldn’t believe it. I thought he would be on his way to Canada – so out of our sight. No matter what he tried to reach with his sick game he could count on his both hands that I wouldn’t give him a chance again. And when I just wanted to text him back my phone was ringing. Someone was calling me right now.

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