Save Me From Myself
The Phone Call
Andy's next show was in 9 days.
I was happy of course, but I couldn't help but also feel a little disappointed. I wouldn't see him nearly as much, and that made me sad. Sure, I'd be going with him, but that wasn't the same. I'd be selling merch and spend all my time backstage. He'd be performing the whole time. We wouldn't have a chance to talk for hours. He was already starting to leave more often.
Right now, he was out with the boys at Guitar Center. They were looking at new equipment and instruments. They wouldn't be back for at least a half hour, and that was if the other guys didn't drag Andy out somewhere else. I wonder if he was thinking about me like I was about him?
I sat on Andy's bed, which I guess was kind of mine too in a way, reading a magazine. It was Kerrang! shipped from the UK, and I was reading an article on the recent interview with Sleeping With Sirens.
I was extremely bored. I had nothing to do without the guys. Even Paige was out. She was shopping at the mall yet again. She had invited me to go with her, but I stupidly said no. Man I harshly regretted that decision.
"Fuck..." I mumbled under my breath. I pushed the magazine away, and reached for my phone.
Picking up my phone, I plugged my earphones in, and turned on my music. I turned on Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, and switched it to repeat.
What to do... what can I do? I continued to think to myself. Then, an idea popped into my head. I'd play around with my makeup.
I used to do it all the time back when I lived with my parents. It was fun, and sometimes I even find pretty, bold styles that I've actually used before.
Still listening to music, I rolled out of bed, and rose to my feet. Then, I scampered into the bathroom where I found my small, black makeup bag.
Zipping it open, I pulled out colorful eyeshadows, tons of mascara, eyeliners, and a bunch of other random stuff like concealers and what-not. Involuntarily, I let out a girly giggle. I felt like a little kid who just found their mother's makeup.
I opened up the cases with eyeshadow, and grabbed all different brush shapes. Oval, curved, sharp, and I started picking random colors.
First, I went with a pale skin tone color, and just lightly covered the tip of my eyelid. Then, I grabbed a wicked shade of blue.
I plastered the blue all over my eyelids. After that, I wasted no time to grab the black eyeshadow, and I lightly sprinkled it across my eyebrow bone.
Looking in the mirror, I let out another light laugh. It actually didn't look too bad! Over the top of course, but it had a cool flare to it. To finish it off, I grabbed some mascara.
Just before I applied it, the music in my headphones quickly faded away. It meant I had a phone call. I looked down at my phone on the counter, and waited for the caller ID to show up.
I got one glance, and the breath left my body. I felt like someone had just stabbed me in the stomach. I felt my body swerve, and had a major blackout moment. I threw my back against the wall, and I felt the headphones rip from my ears, pulling my phone off the counter and onto the bathroom floor. My back slid down the wall until I was cradled in a little ball. I could have been over-reacting, but in that moment I couldn't think straight as I gasped for breath. The caller ID... Dad...
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I wouldn't answer. I couldn't! Why would he call me?
I couldn't make any big movements. In fact, as I tried to force myself out of the little ball I was curled up in, I could see that I was trembling.
I held out my hand to try and pick up my phone, but my hands were shaking too much, and I couldn't get a grip. All I could do was stand blankly terrified at my phone as it buzzed, slightly moving across the ground with each ring.
After about 6 rings, the caller ID disappeared, and my phone grew silent.
Still panting, and with very small movements, I uncurled myself as best as I could, and shakily picked up my phone. I went back to the phone app and went to call Andy, when another phone call came it.
It was dad again. I dropped the phone and covered my ears, blocking out the rings.
Guiding my hand across the bathroom floor, I felt my fingers touch my phone, and I quickly pressed Ignore.
My heart was pounding. Why was I responding so strangely to this? They couldn't do anything... right? I was safe here with the guys and Paige. I was far away from my parents. I shouldn't have anything to worry about. So why was I so petrified?
I jumped as I heard my phone beep! What was happening now?
I clicked my homescreen button as my phone lit up, and little words were on the lockscreen in a notification box.
Missed Call: Dad (2)
Then another notification came through
New Voicemail (1)
Oh god no...
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I didn't budge when I heard Andy's car roll into the driveway about an hour later.
I was still curled up on the bathroom floor.
My make-up was now smeared, and the mascara, still opened, was lying on the floor. Black smudges were along the tiles, and on the counter. Not far from the cap, was my phone.
I still hadn't touched it. I hadn't even heard the voicemail. I didn't want to hear it without Andy by my side. I wouldn't be able to handle it without him. I knew that much.
I heard the keys jingle at the front door, and heard the familiar creak of the front door.
I heard Andy's heavy footsteps walk through, and I felt the vibration as the front door slammed shut.
"Emily?" I heard his deep voice call my name.
I went to reply, but when I tried to speak, I felt that my throat was too dry, so all I could muster was a croaky squeak.
"Emily...?" Andy asked again. I heard slight worry in his voice as I heard him head for the stairs.
I swallowed and forced out his name. "Andy..." It wasn't much, but he had heard it.
"Emily!" Andy's footsteps grew quicker and louder, and in less than a minute, he was standing at the doorway to the bathroom.
"Oh my god!" Sheer terror crossed Andy's face as he ran over to me, and dropped to his knees.
His arms wrapped around mine as I felt him pull me into his lap.
I felt like a ragdoll. My head was now dangling in his arms, my eyes locked in his gaze.
"What happened?!" His eyes popped open as he grabbed my arm, and forcibly lifted up my sleeve. I knew what he was doing.
"No..." I mumbled, I grabbed his hands. Though I was still scared, I already felt safer in Andy's arms. I had found my voice.
"It's my dad." I held my head in his chest. His grip around me tightened.
"What about him?" He buried his face in my hair while he stroked my arm.
I gulped. "He called me twice," my voice slightly cracked, "and he left a voicemail. I was too scared to listen to it alone..."
I felt Andy's hands cup around my face, and he leaned in, lightly kissing my lips. Then, he went back to cradling me.
"Let me see your phone," Andy whispered. I nodded, and wearily grabbed my phone.
When I handed it to him, I covered my face with my hands. "I'm sorry I got mascara all over your bathroom."
"Emily," Andy grabbed my wrists and made me look at his blue-gray eyes.
"I don't care about the damn mascara. All I care about is your safety. As long as you're okay, I'm fine. Don't worry about this mess. You need to worry about you."
I just shook my head, and hung my head down.
Andy pulled headphones out of his pocket, and plugged them into my phone.
"1-9-4-6 is the password," I told him. He nodded once and punched it in.
I looked up at him as he listened to the voicemail.
Only a few seconds after listening, his face drew a deep scowl. I couldn't hear anything, just a muffled angry slurge of voice that seeped from the headphones.
As Andy continued to listen, his face grew into pure infuriation.
After about a minute or so, Andy pulled the headphones, and shook his head.
"That son of a bitch..." I heard him mutter under his breath, along with other words I couldn't make out.
Almost picking me up, he took my hand and rose to his feet. He pulled me out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom.
He sat us down and took my hands. His face showed such seriousness I couldn't turn away.
"Emily, you know you're safe here, right?" He sternly told me.
Confused and slightly scared, I nodded. "Y-ya..." I stuttered, "why are you telling me this?"
He didn't answer. "No one is going to hurt you, okay? You're fine here, and no one in your family will find you, alright?"
I bit my bottom lip. "Let me listen to the voicemail."
Andy furiously shook his head. "No. I don't want you to-"
"Please!" I begged. "I wanna hear..."
Andy sat still, but then his shoulders sagged, and he let out a long sigh. "Fine..." he almost inaudibly said, and handed me my phone with the headphones.
I put in my password, plugged in the headpones, and pressed the play button on the voicemail that was sent no more than 2 hours ago.
You little bitch. You think you can just ignore my calls and pretend like I don't exist?! Your mother and I are worried fucking sick about you! How dare you leave our house. We have given you everything and more in your pathetic 19 year old life, and you give us this in return? Ya, I know you probably don't fucking care, but listen here; I will find you. Oh yes, me and your mother will fucking find you, and drag you back home. Back home away from Paige, and those satanic men who could be doing God knows what to you!! You'll never see them again, you hear me? I don't care if I have to track you down halfway across the world. You won't be able to just run away from us. When Anthony or Andrew or whatever the hell his name is breaks your heart, you'll come crawling back to us. You think we were being mean before? Just you fucking wait missy. When I find you, I'll show you just now much I missed you. See you soon, trampy slut.
My world spun around me. It was like the world was ending. Everything started growing hazy and black. I no longer had control of my body. The phone dropped from my hand, and I felt my whole body relax. Then, with no power, I felt myself lean over, and started to fall off the side of the bed. The last thing I remembered was hitting my head on the floor, and Andy leaning over me, yelling at me to stay awake.
you should totally continue, this story is amazing! its one of my favorites!
4/21/15