I sit down in my father's chair at his desk and immediately stand back up. I can't possibly sit at a time like this. I can't relax.

We were finally able to break away from the crowd and huddle in my dad's office to get some silence. We all needed to be able to hear each other. I didn't want anyone to hear me yell (it's very unprofessional.)

Everyone in the room stands in silence. This is a huge difference from how it sounded out there a few minutes ago.

"What do you boys have to say to yourself?" I watch as they all shrug as if they know nothing. Wow, I've never felt like an angry mom before and I think that's the closest I'll ever get.

"This isn't the kind of welcome party we were expecting." Brad admits, scratching his head.

Ciara nods. "What, because you are all big pop stars now you thought we would just welcome you back with open arms after what you did to me? What you did to us?" I am shocked. They are acting as if nothing has happened at all. Like they didn't just get up and abandon us after everything we had been through and done for them.

"We are sorry Ciara. We really are. We just got so busy-" Brian tries to excuse their actions. I scoff at them. I really can not understand how they are oblivious to all of my emotions. This just baffles me completely. Nothing they say can justify what they did to me. But more importantly, to my family.

I am really trying my hardest not to cry right now. Seeing them is definitely bringing back a lot of unwanted emotions.

"Too busy to call or text this entire time? Seven years. I haven't heard a single thing from you guys in seven years. Were you really that busy that you had no choice but to completely cut me out of your lives?" I shake my head as they try to speak. I am not finished. "I watched you all season long. I waited for the phone call telling me you guys got in. I watched you win and still, no phone call."

Their shocked faces tell me everything I need to know: they didn't think of me once after they left me.

"Seven years I spent getting over the broken heart you left me. Why come back and ruin everything I tried so hard to fix?" I ask. I just want to know why.

I shift my focus to Chris as he begins speaking. Every emotion I have ever felt towards him comes flooding back. Every kiss we shared is replayed in my mind. I can feel every embrace he held me in. I remember everything we did together. "We are in town shooting a few things. We all wanted to stop by and get back to our roots for a while too." He explains.

Of all the things he could have just said, I didn't think he would say that. I at least expected him to try to apologize.

"Back to your roots?" I ask with a sarcastic laugh. "Back to your roots?! You mean come back to the people whose hearts you broke years ago? You want to see how they are doing now? You want to break their hearts all over again and film it this time? That would make a great music video, wouldn't it?!" I ball my fists up in anger.

"Ciara," my dad touches my arm.

"I'm not staying for this any longer. Im done here. I'm supposed to meet Darren for lunch anyways." I turn to my dad and grab my purse. I can't look at them anymore

"It's 10 o'clock." My dad points out the time. It is way too early for me to be meeting Darren for lunch. He won't be getting out on his break for another two hours.

"Then I think I'll just go wait out in the parking lot for him until he's out." I shrug and hug him. I can't be here any longer. It just hurts too much to see them. It hurts to see how much they don't care.

"Won't you be lonely waiting?" Brad asks. I turn around and glare at him.

"I'd rather be lonely than be in a room with any of the three of you for another minute." I clutch my bag at my side and push through them to the door. The air immediately outside the office is much fresher than it was inside. I feel like I am able to breathe again.

I enter the elevator and notice the crowd is gone once the door closes. Security must have gotten them out while I was in my dad's office.

Thank god.

I exit the elevator and leave the building as quickly as possible. I am glad I am out of there and I never have to see them ever again.

AN: do you agree with how Ciara is feeling? Or would you give them some slack?

How would you react if you were in her situation?