Breaking Point: The Elesin Vollan Story

By RS Kee

Breaking Point continues where Beneath the Surface ends
with the life of pop star Elesin Vollan. He struggles to get his
life back after a violent break-up from his abusive boyfriend.
As Vollans star as a solo artist continues to rise; his personal
relationship with a fellow pop star and lover becomes strained.
He also struggles to find a balance between his party boy
lifestyle and attempts at a real life with his children. Just as
Vollans life begins to level out, nothing could be further from
the truth as Vollans life is turned upside down by his ex-lover
whose lifes mission is making Vollan suffer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479747870

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Copyright © 2015 by RS Kee.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012921198

ISBN:   Hardcover     978-1-4797-4786-3

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Acknowledgments

I would like to thank all my friends and family for their support while writing this novel. A special thanks to my niece, Taylor Simone Skinner for allowing me to use her name and certain personality traits for my character reference. Thanks to my sister Officer Jonequia Acrond and her friend Officer Brittany Bronner-Romanek for allowing me to also use their likeness as well.

A special shout out goes out to my drag aunty Bryan Hylan Parc Long and Chris Sabrina Starr Yannacone for their insight; hopefully they won’t regret allowing me to use their likeness or for putting them together as a couple in my novel.

Raging Storm

Pounding down onto the ground,

No longer caring what I hit,

Covering everything in sight,

As the clouds darken all around,

Filling up with such rage,

I gave into emotional blight.

The winds blow stronger,

The rage grows more,

Consuming my body … I lose control,

Going with the unpredictable winds,

It’s too late …

The clouds dissipate,

The storm passes—

But the pain still remains.

Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

It had been a few weeks after my interview on the Oprah Winfrey show that I was booked on several additional shows. I had so many requests for interviews that my agent actually had to decline a lot of them. I had something going on almost every day that I could not keep up with. Just when things were settling down, I got the shock of the century.

I was now being sued for the custody of my daughter Lynnea. Damn that Marta and damn my mother, who I knew had a hand in this. Just out of the blue, Marta now wants to be a mother, Lynnea’s mother. I was livid and I called my attorney George Wallace to add that to the things we needed to take care of when I arrived to Dallas.

My interview with Oprah in January was still making the news circuit. I was booked through the spring but I was excited to have a few days to myself when I returned home. Unfortunately, my time of solitude was about a month away. I still had a lot of promotional tours to do overseas for my single Off My Mind.

My trip to Spain was last minute but was added to my itinerary since I had a large fan base. I was staying at the Eurostars Grand Marina in Barcelona. I was scheduled to perform at The Palau de Congressos de Barcelona; the same place Freddie Mercury sang Barcelona at the Olympic games.

I was sitting on the balcony enjoying the panoramic views of the city off the Mediterranean Sea. I began thinking about my journey from boy band member to solo artist when I heard a knock on the door.

I wasn’t expecting anyone at this time of day. I opened the door with caution and was surprised to find my hunky Latin lover standing in front of me with flowers in hand, white stargazer lilies to be exact.

I can’t believe you are here?

Yeah, the lady at the front desk said that you were here, Christian disclosed. He was on the last leg of his tour just as I was starting mine. Christian and I sat out on the balcony to enjoy the night sky. We only had one night together and we made every moment count.

Christian’s full lips kissed the side of my neck sending shivers down my spine. He rose out of his chair and extended his hand. He lead me back inside. He pushed me back onto the sofa and removed my shirt. My pants were the next to be removed. I tugged on the front of his tee shirt to pull him closer to me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he began grinding his pelvis onto mine.

I tried removing his shirt but was halted by Christian’s forceful hands which gripped my wrist and rose them above my head. His lips sucked at my neck and descended towards the bulge that was beginning to swell in my underwear. He nuzzled my crotch with his mouth and I moaned.

Finally, he slowly removed my underwear then took me into his mouth.

No! I want you inside me.

Just watching Christian remove his clothing almost brought me to the point of climax. His warm breath beat down on my ear as he entered me. I could feel myself being stretched from the inside. I gasped from the pinch of him going deeper inside me. He paused to allow me time to relax.

It didn’t take long before we had our rhythm down. Each thrust seemed to go deeper and deeper inside me until the juices began seeping out of my member. I could feel internal tremors beginning to surge throughout my body as I got close to orgasm. Christian increased his pace and then it was all over, my body tensed just as he released his molten love inside me.

After lying in the afterglow of love making, we retired to the room. I went to sleep with his arm wrapped snuggly around my body. I awakened the next day to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and pastries. I wondered into the dining area clumsily, bumping my elbow against the wall. One day, I will learn to walk straight in a straight line but not today. Today, I was going to stumble towards my man to give him a morning kiss.

Unfortunately my make-out session with Christian was going to be put on hold. My newly acquired assistant Katy was at the table with Christian sharing my itinerary.

¡Siéntate!

I love it when Christian commands me in his native tongue. I promptly took a seat at the small glass dining table. He pushed a plate of fruit and a cup of coffee towards me and I brushed my leg against his under the table.

Katy hasn’t been my assistant for long but she’s been in the business for years now. She was originally Neal Diamond’s assistant at his record label but she wanted to do more than just grab coffee and make copies. With me, she not only handles my schedule but she sometime goes far and beyond the call of duty.

She’s been my designated driver, my counselor; basically she acts as a personal babysitter. In trade, she gets to travel the world with a rock star and make a lot of money. She was barely five foot three, but this punk hipster could take command of room like a boss.

I stared blankly at Katy as she informed me of the changes with my schedule. Due to security issues, my first appearance at the museum was cancelled. She also noted that I was to be present at a fundraiser luncheon that was going to run into my showcase at The Palau de Congressos de Barcelona. I was really excited to be doing a show where my idol Freddie Mercury sang Barcelona at the ’92 Olympics.

"Elesin, we have to be at the Centre in an hour, I’ll meet you downstairs," Katy ended.

Yeah, I have to leave as well, Christian announced.

Christian was going to be in Spain for another three weeks for shows, fundraisers and several television appearances. Even though I was saddened by our separation, I was glad that I got to spend time with him if only for one night.

The rest of the day was a blur. I was whisked away for several interviews at various locations, answering questions from local media with the similar generic auto-programed responses. I barely had time to enjoy the scenery. After the concert, I met briefly with the fans and was escorted to the airport.

It was nice to be back in Dallas after being on the road. I especially loved the scents left behind after my housekeeper cleaned the house. I slept in for the first time in a long time and decided to turn on the television, which was pretty rare for me. After tuning in to a celebrity gossip show, I began to regret my decision almost immediately.

Tiffy Stone is at it again. Her behavior has gotten more bizarre after the birth of her son with Palmer Fitzgerald, heir to the oil empire. The multi-Award winning pop singer is shown here by amateur video shopping. Her movements are erratic and irrational at times. She was seen going throughout the shopping center, almost manic in her demeanor. Snatching clothes off the rack and running throughout confused at times, even dragging her daughter Taylor throughout the mall.

The questionable shopping incident ended with the twenty-one-year old singer running out the mall with Taylor in tow.

It was alleged that Vollan began showing concern for his daughter’s well being after he returned from his live televised interview with Oprah Winfrey. It was then he began to seek out legal advice for obtaining full custody of Taylor.

Great! I shouted as I quickly turned off the television and shot up out of my chair. I stood there in shock, contemplating what my next steps were. I also wondered how the press got a hold of the news of my attempt of gaining full custody of our daughter Taylor. There were only a few people who were privy to this information. I really need to start cleaning house and weeding out my shady friends.

It seemed as if in a matter of weeks, my daughter’s mother’s mood changes were getting unbearable to her family, her management team and me. She had been seen out with married men, partying it up with pill popping socialites and other low lives. It was only natural that I’d grown incredibly concerned, especially when it came to my daughter and limiting what she was exposed to. I don’t want her around just anyone.

In the beginning, I was faced with a dilemma when she decided to hook up and co-habitat with some random man, all anyone knew about him was that he was an heir to an oil tycoon, aka PC. Before any of us knew it or could process their relationship, she married him and was having his child. No background for this boy, several baby mamas and no pre-nup, spelled disaster. Now, she had blindsided us all again, and was seeing someone else. Predictably, her family was very vocal in their disapproval.

In between promoting my solo album and touring, I had managed to schedule a meeting with my attorney George Wallace while I was in Dallas to discuss my chances of obtaining full custody of Taylor. Tiffy seemed to be under a considerable amount of pressure with her label and her family. I along with others could see that she was on the verge of losing it. It was just a matter of when.

After my meeting with George, I was walking down the long corridor when I received a call from someone I never expected to hear from again – Richard.

Elesin, I cringed as he said my name in an almost low sinister hiss. I stood near the mirrored elevator of the office building, too conscious to take a step further. I looked around for anyone – someone to go to, but there was no one. I was alone. Normally, the halls and the elevators were flowing with hordes of people, but it was lunchtime and everything was quiet. Panic soared throughout my body as Richard began speaking again. I’ve been following your… interviews. I really enjoyed your award-winning performance on the Oprah show. He let out a chuckle. Bra-fucking-vo, Elesin. Bravo!

I was frozen and unable to speak as I caught my reflection in the elevator door. I wanted to hang up but I couldn’t.

Typical Elesin, always playing the victim and you do it so well.

Closed eyes and a deep breath did wonders for my composure. I collected myself and thoughts enough to finally respond, Richard, what do you want?

You know what I want. What I’ve always wanted.

Richard, I exhaled in a vexing tone.

Elesin, he snapped back mocking my intonation.

Don’t do this. Please don’t fucking start this again Richard. I can’t go through this shit again. I won’t, I said firmly pacing down the floor towards the glass wall that over looked downtown Dallas.

Don’t provoke me! We were perfect until you decided to go off and get yourself into a pop band and indulge in all the bullshit that fame brought with it. How dare you play the victim in all this? You know everything was perfect until you decided to be with him. You could hear him hitting the wall as he began to breathe heavily into the phone as he went on to tell me how I was at fault for our failed relationship.

I leaned the side of my head onto the cool glass as he began to talk about the good times we shared. A smile developed on my face as he talked about first time we made love, the time he helped me escape my abusive uncle and the times we shared in Mexico. Then the smile slowly faded at the realization that the feelings I had for him were still strong. He manipulated me and used the love that I had for him against me. As he continued to profess his love for me, he would abuse me both emotionally and physically.

I thought to myself, how much did I have to suffer for love? How many times could I cover up the scars from a jealous fueled rage that burned inside of him? Then another thought occurred to me, did he ever really love me or did he just love the power of controlling me? Me being submissive and doing everything that he wanted, I was just too young, too naive to realize that he and Sebastian, my sadistic uncle were both sick individuals with a fondness for young boys.

He was still talking to me, trying to convince me to meet him and get back together. I interrupted him and said, Richard, you hurt me so bad and I can’t go back to that. I would never go back to that. How could I? My voice cracked as the tears began to form in my eyes as I remembered the knife piercing my flesh from his rage. I grabbed my chest involuntarily as I relived that moment.

Meet me somewhere, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, he asked in an almost compassionate tone.

I can’t do that.

Yes you can. We need to resolve some things and I need to see again, let’s meet somewhere.

But you… There’s nothing to resolve, I shouted as I stomped around the corner away from the elevators. You fucking tried to kill me. What else is there to resolve?

He took in a strong deep breath and said, You always know how to provoke me. You were always pushing my fucking buttons.

I don’t know why I continue to take Richard’s call. Some part of me was still clinging on to the good times that we had before everything when to shit. He was my first boyfriend; and my first real love. I needed to end this now, I needed to stop taking his calls and move on.

Richard, just leave me alone. Please, I pleaded with him. Let me go.

Fuck you, Elesin. I won’t do that. Fuck you and that Latin asshole you’re dating. I can’t wait for you to suffer the same pain that you’ve caused me, he shouted, unable to control the rage that he could never control.

I laughed, Fuck me. Oh, now that’s the Richard I remember. The same man who pushed my face into a mirror, or better yet, how about all the times you called me stupid or ugly and told me that no one would ever love me if they knew what a whore I really was. Oh, and let us not forget how much you loved me when you stabbed me multiple times and leaving me there bleeding on the wooden floor of the foyer of our home. You want me to go back to being afraid of setting you off when I make a mistake, that’s what you want me to go back too? All the fucking things I had to do for you, Sebastian and.

I shivered as I remembered being whored out to my uncle’s friends, strangers – who all did things that I could never share with Christian or anyone for that matter. The memories of a life I created with a man who was just as much the pedophile that my uncle was but I was just too naive to realize it.

All that doesn’t matter now, he interrupted.

Oh, really? I huffed as I dug the toe of my black leather boots, leaving prints in the cobalt blue carpet.

You will get what’s coming to you. I will make sure of it. I will make you feel the pain that you’ve caused me. I will ruin everything that you’ve worked for. I already have a plan in motion, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

My head began to throb more and more as the call went on. You really need some help. Turn yourself in Richard, please. I pleaded. Just let it go. I directed my gaze out the window that faced the Reunion tower in downtown Dallas, knowing nothing good was going to come from this conversation. There was going to be no resolution but why I couldn’t end this call was beyond me. I thought to myself, Elesin, just hang up the phone, but I couldn’t. It was if the phone was glued to my ear and my hand was powerless to pull it away.

Oh Elesin, I wish everything could have ended differently between us. I will see you soon. And by the way, your ass looks really hot in those jeans, he said as he disconnected the call. I grabbed my mouth to muffle the scream. The thought of what Richard had in store for me was replaced with the thought that he was nearby. I looked around trying to see if he were around as I wandered to the restroom in a daze. I walked over to the sink to splash some cool water onto my face to compose myself.

My heart beat with such fury and I felt faint. I closed my eyes unable to comprehend how my life was spiraling out of control again.

Fuck it! I cannot let him rule my life again. I’m not going to let him take my life again.

I composed myself enough to get to my car and drive myself home.

I had a few days to myself to relax and prepare for the next wave of appearances to promote my tour. I shuffled my tired body over to my plush coral sofa and collapsed on to it. I made sure before taking my nap to silence my phone, to get some moments of peace. Unfortunately, that didn’t last too long.

I was almost in dreamland when the doorbell rang. Damn it! I shot up from the sofa half awake and stomped over to the door like an upset five year old, pout and all. I swung the door open and to my surprise, it was my mother.

She squeezed her way past me not waiting for a formal invite in, Ales, we need to talk.

Oh, well, come in. Make your self comfortable, I said as she ignored my sarcasm. She sat in the same spot I was sleeping minutes before, which irritated me a little. I was also annoyed that she continued to call me Ales (Alice) with a negative connotation. She smoothed out her navy St. John dress and placed her clasped manicured hands into her lap. She waited patiently for me to take my place by her side.

So to what do I owe the pleasure? I actually could care less about what she wanted, but I did know that I was going to kill my sister Lia, who couldn’t help giving mother my schedule.

She interrupted, Oh, stop it Ales. I know that you don’t want me here, but I need to tell you something. When my mother came around on those rare occasions, it felt more like a Spanish inquisition or surveillance instead of a friendly visit. It could have been just paranoia but I didn’t want to take that chance. This time around she was more interested in Lynnea, wanting to know if Marta ever tried contacting me. Wanting to know if Lynnea ever wanted to know her mother? Those conversations still annoyed me.

"I met with Marta last week, she is an