I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

"It's just jet lag," Siren says as we walk out of the airport at LAX.

Andy wraps his arm protectively around me, my other bags in his other arm. He kisses my forehead. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I just don't feel good," I mumbled. I had been feeling like shit since we took off in Ft. Meyers. By the time we connected in Houston I was positive I was sick. I was dizzy now and my stomach hurt. Ash got in the front seat after he and Andy tucked our luggage in the truck. I layed across the back seat with my head resting on Andy's lap. He gently stroked my hair and rubbed my back as we drove. Somehow I fell asleep, because I woke up being carried. I just did my best to collect myself, and I did a good job at it for awhile. Andy laid me on the edge of the bed and sat beside me.

The feeling in my stomach spread up my neck. I bolted upright and sprinted into the master bathroom. I started throwing up. Fuck. My stomach clenched and suddenly I was positively freezing cold. The goosebumps raised and I tied back my hair as I continued to get sick. Andy was suddenly right by my side. His hand delicately rubbed up and down my back. His other on my shoulder. I gasped for air. Finally I collected my breath. I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out. We returned to the bedroom and I curled up in his arms.

"Well this isn't how I imagined our first night alone in our house," I weakly laughed.

"Me either," he sighs. "Do you want me to go get some stuff at the store since we have nothing in the kitchen?"

"I don't even think you'd have the slightest idea what to get."

"I honestly don't. But I thought I'd ask." Andy's phone rang. He answered and layed the phone on his sternum on speaker. "Hey mom."

"Hi Andy! How's things with the new house?"

"Not exactly what I expected," he laughed, "my poor Reyas sick."

"Youre sure she's not-"

"MOM we are safe."

"I'm your mom. Its my job to ask," she laughed.

"I promise I'm not," I added. "Jet lag mixed with a lot of sick people in the airport."

"Make sure you stay hydrated! Popsicles, clear fluids, and go to the hospital if you get a fever over 104. Lots of sleep and bland foods will be the best for you."

"Well, mom. I was gonna go to the store since we have nothing to eat in the house right now. Could you help me out if I called you from the store?" Andy asked.

"Sure sweetie! Feel better, honey!" she says as Andy promises to call her soon.

He kisses my cheek and tells me to call him if I need anything. I curl up in the soft sheets of the bed Andy and I picked out a few days earlier. I reach out for the remote on Andy's side and turn on the flat screen on the wall across the room. I search Netflix for a good movie and turn on The Phantom of the Opera. My favorite movie since I was little has always been this. It inspired to me challenge my voice. It was one of the main factors in making me want to sing professionally. I wanted to be on broadway but then I realized that was way too hard. So I settled for rock music since it was always inviting for me.

But the thing is, I've grown so much musically since I first met Andy. I was just a rebellious seventeen year old trapped in her own fantasy world. If it hadn't been for Sammi picking me up by the side of the road, I'd have never met Andy. Maybe I would have, but at a fan meet and great. I thought I was so great back then, but three years ago, almost four now, I never knew how far I could come. I'd picked up guitar aft being rejected by the label, and I loved it. I started really writing. Hollow was a distant memory like a poem written in third grade you are always ashamed of. I wasn't really ashamed just wasn't embracing my potential. My new material was very improved, and I couldn't wait to set up our personal studio so I could track all my music. Andy would never get me out of there.

I still can't believe it. Here I am. I'm in LA, not Illinois. I'm not trapped. I'm not suffocated. It was never "just a phase". I'm engaged to Andy Biersack. I can't help but smile as I look down at the beautiful ring on my finger. He must have put so much thought on our engagement. It was sweet, and beautiful....and perfect in every way. I'd always been told I needed someone "practical" and normal. It made me sad though. None of my family knew anything about me anymore. Andy and my friends were my family. Andy's family would be my family. But...something was missing. Something dully ached in my chest. Who would walk me down the aisle? Who would sit on the side dedicated for my family? It's been two years since I last spoke to my parents. My mom had called me in St Louis, and told me Andy would only leave me, and that he never loved me, I was only a sex toy for him. Little did she know that we didn't finally have sex till three years later. Was it really worth it? I glanced at the clock. It was 5:30 pm.

I had decided. I picked up my cell phone, dialing the number. My heart was racing, chest tight. The line rang, and rang, and rang. I pulled away the phone to hang up just as the call connected.
"Chance house," answered a tired male voice.
"...Hi dad..."

Notes

A bit of a filler, but extremely necessary.
Im actually trapped in bed sick right now, so there's that inspiration. I feel terrible, but I finally got time to write.

I hope you all are well and Happy Holidays and a Merry Christmas to everyone!
love you guys :)

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howd you react to that last line?