The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.
What am I doing?
“AUSTIN, MAN SHE’S A BABE” Alan says in his sassy and joking way. “Alan please be quite, she has had what seems like a day from hell and I wanted to be there from her. Plus to entertain you point, yes Alan she is very pretty.”
“Fine man fine, I will let it go but we need to head out and help set up for tomorrow” Alan is always full of sass so him giving in this easy was a bit of a surprise for me but it was okay with me. Quietly Alan, Tino, Aaron, Phil and I all get up, shut off the lights in the bus except for the string of blue fairy lights we have strung up on the roof and then walk out of the bus towards the venue. I didn’t recognize this venue until now but then it all came back to me, about two years ago we played here and it was the highlight of that tour. Back then Alan was not in the band but even through all the fighting the band went through the show turned out to be amazing and more than what we could have ever asked for. Once we walked in that night all came back to me and caused me to all most tear up, but I didn’t want to let the guys see how I was feeling so I just shook it off and walked to the stage. As if on cue the lights had flicked on and I felt at home, the lights also caused my thoughts to rush since this was my “office”, this was where I could think freely and show my true emotions.
“What the hell am I doing with her? What if she doesn’t like me? What if I hurt her even more” the thoughts were rushing in like water that was stuck behind a dam for thousands of years. The rush causes me to drop to my knees and bow my head, luckily no one else was in the front of house so they had no idea what was going on but I just had to sit and think. I really like Alex but I know nothing about her and I don’t want to hurt her. At list point I had no idea what do to and this is one of the few times when I really missed my mom. I miss being able to call her and ask her for advice, I just miss her so much. Thinking of my mom always causes me to cry because even though she passed away when I was young, I still missed her like crazy every day.
About thirty minutes of passed and I had gotten up and finally found the guys to start helping out but then I heard the front door slam shut with the wind and fait footsteps followed… Alex. “Hey Alex, how was your nap” I question and shoot her a smile, I could tell that she was still very tired but also didn’t want to let me down. “It was great thank you, however as much as I would love to help you all out, I should probably head home so my mom doesn’t freak out too much.” “Okay, well are you going to be around tomorrow to come watch us play?” Little does she know that I am crossing my fingers and hoping to god that she says yes. “Hell yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she jumps up and down in excitement. “Alright well then I will have the venue put you on the list so you can come hangout with myself and the guys before the show.” She nods her head in pure lust, she the turns around and walks out the doors.
Alex’s POV
I turn around because there is no way in hell I am going to be able to form cognitive words and walk out the doors and to my car. Shaking from the cold I start my car and crank up the heat and start the dive home. Luckily it only takes about ten minutes to get home since I was racing to beat the sun and my mother home and without fail I do… thank god. I quickly yank my keys out of the ignition and run up the stairs to the bathroom upstairs. Starting the shower and turning it so the water is scolding hot, carefully taking off my close so I avoid my arm and my eye I toss them aside, plug in my phone whilst switching on Spotify and turning of the “homework” playlist which is full of all kinds of music, and finally stepping in to the shower. I just sit there and think about the day, “Why did I get the chance to meet Austin? Why is he being so nice to me? What am I going to do if he asks about my arm again?” all of these thoughts were making my head spin so I sit back and take a few deep breaths while the hot water is still beating on my back. A few moments later I slowly stand up so I don’t fall over and I begin to shampoo my hair, careful to avoid the arm the whole time.
Twenty minutes later I get out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around me… but my thoughts get interrupted by a door being slammed shut down stairs. Shit… he’s home early. I was not in the mood to face him tonight so I rush to dry off my body and wrap a towel around my hair, finally quietly running to my closet to throw on some leggings and a hoodie. My hair is still dripping wet but I need to hide before he comes it. Carefully I go to shut off my bedroom light and the go back into the bathroom, locking to door and shutting off the light. Tonight is going to be a long night and I really wish I had Austin’s phone number so I could get away, but for now I am just going to have to wait out his drunken rage. Hopefully tonight isn’t as bad as last night, even though I know that will never happen.
His unsteady footsteps up the stairs are followed by a lot of slams and sounds of glass breaking fills the air, but then they stop and my blood runs cold. “AaaaAlex, are you home?” he pounds on my door with much more force than is actually needed so the door ends up slamming open. Shit, please don’t come towards the bathroom, please for the love of god not tonight. I am not in the mood for this right now.