His loud feet pressed against his hard wood floors roughly, as he irately shouted at the tops of his lungs.

“I’D RATHER GIVE MY LEFT KIDNEY, TO THAT BITCH THAN HAND OFF WHAT WAS ONCE MINE TO HER.” He turns his feet around and walked back seriously, to his bedroom door and shuts it roughly.

Those familiar tears spout out from Jack’s tear-ducts faster.

They begun a downwards spiral just beneath his collar as Kelly pounded the door harder and harder. “I AM SORRY, HEY JACKSON. I DIDN’T MEAN TO STIR UP ALL OF THESE EMOTIONS OUT OF YOU. I AM REALLY SORRY; I KNOW YOU LOVED HER ONCE OKAY? I AM SORRY JACKSON. I JUST WANT HER BACK TOO. I AM AT A LOSS, I WISH WE COULD BOTH GET OUR HAPPILY EVER AFTERS.”

The twisted blond-Barbie announces as Jack shrugs it off.

“I am fine. I just need a few seconds alone before we go.”

He spoke and arose up off of the floor and heard that familiar voice again.

“OH! I AM NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS DECISION BABY, I MEAN WHAT IF I AM TOO TIRED AND I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE WITH YOU INSTEAD? I’D RATHER COME HOME TO YOU, AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK THEN GO OFF DANCING.”

Their voices off in the distance as Bette giggled.

He took off her shirt as he climbed on-top of her and she immediately yawned.

“I AM SORRY, BABY. PERHAPS, TOMORROW NIGHT OKAY?” The familiar disappointment upon his face stated it all. He grabbed a vase and threw it at the top of the headboard.

It shatters into a million pieces all the while Kelly pounds at the door again. “FUCK! I SWEAR TO GOD, JACK JUST OPEN THE DOOR. I THINK PERHAPS, WE SHOULD JUST RE-THINK THIS ALL.” The light returns as the door was opened slowly, while Jack utters.

“Ooh yes, I have re-thought it all and I think it’s time we go NOW. IT’S SHOWTIME, AND WE MUST NOT LET OUR FAVORITE LESBIANS WAIT FOR THEIR NEWEST CLIENTS.” Jackson extends an arm as Kelly quivers her lips.

Jack closes the bedroom door and utters. “Okay, I am not trying to be a BASTARD and all. Though, you really need to fix your makeup.” Mrs. Donaldson glares as Jack laughs it off. “OH, SHUT UP, I WILL BE SO GLAD WHEN WE ARE DIVORCED. WHEN WILL IT BE FINALIZED?” He looks straight ahead and utters. “I suggest you worry about Bette and I’ll worry about your freedom.” The elevator doors shut as two people were off to create a little mayhem.