Nonstop To Nowhere - Fallen Angel (Tome I)

It had been a week since she had returned from L.A and she spent most of her time dancing to forget about him. Today and like every day since her break up Skylar climbed into the elevator to go home after spending her day dancing. She came out of the room and walked to her apartment, but stopped short, seeing who was in front of her door with a smirk. That smirk that was his signature smile and that she knew only too well, was drawn on his lips. She inspected him discreetly. He had his eternal style of 'rocker / biker' and had more tattoos on his neck. Once at his height she simply said to him:

- What are you doing here ?
- I wanted to see you ?
- Why ? To hit me, humiliate me, to excuses yourself and be nice to me or I don't know what else?
- No.
- So why are you here? She asked curtly.
- Skylar, you're my wife and I love you.
- ... N ... No ... No! If you really loved me as you claim, you would never have raised your hand on me! Never ! I know you're afraid to become like your father Mike, but you've become worse than him. And then, I tell you that our wedding is not valid in the United States, so I'm not your wife.

Mike didn't answer and left, head down, leaving the young woman surprised by this attitude. His smile was gone. He had hoped that after his change behavior, she would have spoke to him or invited him in, but instead, she had told him the worst thing he could hear. He had become worse than his father. Skylar watched as the elevator doors closed, entered her apartment, and went to the kitchen for a coffee. "You're my wife and I love you". This sentence circled in the dancer's head. She didn't want to admit it, but she had a twinge in her heart seeing Mike leave, looking down on what she had told him. Would he really have changed? It's true that lately and even before she went to the City of Angeles, Mike behaved differently, he was something close to the Mike she had fallen in love with. Skylar sighed loudly, picked up her phone and dialed a number she never thought she'd redial again.

- Hello?
- Mike, it's you?
- Skylar?
- I don't know if you're far from home, but I thought maybe it's time to talk about us. Don't you think ?
- Of course ! I'm coming right now.
- Good.

The young woman hung up and wondered if she had done well to have called him. She had dialed his number on a whim, without thinking, but it was impossible to go back in time. Mike was going to be in front of her door within one minute, so it was too late to regret. Then he knocked on the door and she walked down the alley which was on each side lined with a huge mirror that served as a wall. Arrived at the door, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror, escape a good blow and opened the door, revealing Mike with a weak smile on his face.

Seeing him down like that made her feel a bit pained, the same as she had been a few minutes before when he left the appartement earlier. "Come on Sky ! You're not going to fall again for this monster" thought the blonde girl. However, it was stronger than her. She knew why he had become like that and she really wanted to help him.

- Well ... Said Mike sitting on one of the chairs on the terrace.
- I'm sorry if I hurt you lately, but I wanted you to realize how much you hurt me. You have become worse than him. You killed our b ...
- Skylar, stop you please. Don't say it ... I ... He put his head in his hands slaughtered.
- You need help Mike. She said putting her hand on his shoulder.
- But I changed Sky! I don't drink anymore, I don't take drugs anymore, I ...
- How can I trust you after everything you did to me?
- I know, but I assure you that I changed.
- I need proof Mike.
- How?

Skylar took a deep breath and closed her eyes and went out without thinking her words:

- Come live with me.
- What ? Said Mike surprised.
- The idea doesn't frankly please me, but it's the only way. Only then I can see if you have really changed or not. But know that at the first wrong word or thing, you get out of here.
- You can count on me! He said, taking Skylar in his arms.
- Um ... Mike ... Said Skylar embarrassed and pushed him from his grip. I don't feel comfortable with you yet, so hum ... We avoid cuddling and so on and so forth.
- Oh ... Um, yes sorry.

They agreed that Mike would be moving with her in three days, while Skylar told Jenny about this news. In the evening, when getting in the car to join Cassie at the restaurant, Skylar decided to talk to Jenny about Mike.

- What ? There's no way that this jerk comes to live with us! Jenny screamed.
- He has changed, believe me!
- You're naive, this man will never change, he will continue to manipulate and mistreat you!

Skylar blew loudly and began to cross the road to join back their building pissed by her friend's reaction when a squeal of tires echoed from a small sedan that braked in an emergency, despite not too high speed, to avoid Skylar. But it was too late.

The car hit the dancer who crashed on the windshield before falling back to the inert ground before Jenny's eyes. Screams echoed by a few passers followed by her friend whom ran to her body. Jenny flung herself to the ground and took Skylar in her arms while shouting her name.

She looked around, a crowd began to form, some were around them, others around the sedan, the driver seemed unhurt, but panicked. She leaned near Skylar to feel her pulse. It was weak even too weak. Sirens were heard in the distance. Someone must have called for help. Two ambulances arrived as well as two police cars. The paramedics immediately boarded Skylar. Jenny climbed into her car and followed the paramedics. Jenny was driving fast following the ambulance in front of her who burned the fires and priorities to the sound of her screaming siren. They arrived at the hospital and she ran behind the stretcher that led her friend to the operating room.

- Madam, I'm sorry, but you can't come?

Jenny struggled to pass, but in vain. She ended up sitting on a chair in front of the reception waiting for the return of her friend. The hours passed and no doctor appeared on the horizon. She was there, waiting, sitting on a chair. From time to time, she would get up and buy something to eat or drink at the vending machine. She doesn't prefer to call Cassie right now so as not to worry her. It was after three long hours that a woman in a white coat finally approached her.

- Hello, I'm Dr. Marasquin. I wanted to announce the diagnosis myself of Miss Grange.
- Hello. How is she ? She will get by?
- Yes, she'll be fine. She was very lucky. However, I must warn you of something about Skylar.
- Yes of course.
- Her neck was broken at the moment of impact, the surgeons managed to operate and realign her spine with staples however, it's possible that it undergo some aftereffect of this operation.
- What do you mean ?
- It is possible that her memory is damaged but we do not know how damaged it is.

Jenny collapsed in her chair, sounded by such news. She thanked the doctor and her gaze was lost in the void. She stayed like this for long minutes, unable to make any gestures. It was the buzzing of her phone that pulled her out of her trance. It was Cassie. The brunette then explained to her friend what had happened and then went to Skylar's room.

She was lying there, eyes closed. Her arms were along her body, she had some stitches on the cheek, a neck brace around her neck and was under respiratory support. Her usual silky, bright blond hair, was dull and dry, scattered on the white pillow. Jenny was surprised for a moment, this was the total opposite of Skylar. She, who was always happy and plain of life despite the horrors she had lived was lying, unconscious in this bed and this room without soul.

The brunette took a chair and settled down with her friend. Her friend's phone began to buzzing, breaking the dead silence that reigned in the room. She allowed herself to pick up by seeing the name of the person who appears on the screen. He had the right to know. After explaining the situation, Jenny hung up and looked back at her friend and saw that Skylar had her eyes open and stared at her.

- Skylar, oh my god I was so scared!
- You're Jenny, aren't you? Skylar asked confusedly.
- Sky what's going on? Asked Jenny worried about her friend's question.
- I feel like you know but I don't really remember who you are it's blurry and ...
- Hush, Sky don't say anything ...

***
Andy's P.O.V
Our reunion was simple but it was pure happiness. As soon as I took her in my arms, her smell intoxicated me and I was filled again. Everything went wonderfully until she saw my Audi R8. I might have had to pick another car to pick her up. Her reaction wasn't long and I felt embarrassed by this remark. I didn't want to give her an eyeful. She felt my embarrassed look and didn't ask me any more questions. I should have known that bringing her to L.A would cause some problems. As I was driving and chatting, I wondered what she would think about my apartment ... I might have thought about it before ... it had been easier with Anastasia because I had told her quickly what I was doing as a job, but the result was there: like almost all the women in the band, she hadn't resisted the distance, the absence and the bonds that united us all within the band. She had, however, managed to fit in, at last it seemed to me ... But that wasn't the point, she had cheating on me and I hadn't accepted it.

I made her visit my apartment and I felt like a total jerk when she saw my "music room" especially that there was a microphone and a guitare that lended her. She didn't ask more questions about the instrument but asked me to sing for her, which I did. A rather simple song. She seemed satisfied, not taking her eyes off me while I sang. I did my best to put her at ease because so much wealth seemed to destabilize her somewhat. She wasn't used to it, but I pretended that if there were no gaps between our two trains of life. I thought that for the moment we were doing well, despite all our differences: our totally opposite life style, jobs and the fact that we lived in different cities.

The meeting with Brian, Jimmy and the others was going well. She seemed to have hooked up with Jimmy talking about all types of music except metal. I had asked the guys not to blunder about the band, who had told their wives or girlfriends so everything was fine, for now, I was saved. I even made her listen to "Savior" which she appreciated but when "In the end" set off, it was a disaster. She looked at me with big eyes, more than shocked, I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. I didn't expect her to hate metal at that point.

Everything broke down between us the day we met a fan in the street, throughout the meeting, I prayed that he get out or that we could go back in time. I saw the murderous look that Skylar threw in my direction when she took the picture. Once he was gone, I was give a rocket by the one I loved, her voice was angry, her step overflowing with anger. When she told me that she thought I was CEO or something, I wanted to tell her that I had been, once in Halloween, but I didn't said it, it wasn't the time for joking.

She told me that she wanted to be alone, I reluctantly left. I was relieved when she returned in the evening after spending a few hours outside. I tried to call her but she didn't pick up once. I tried to explain as best I could why I didn't tell her anything. After a while, she told me that she didn't want to talk about it anymore. She had to digest the news and I was aware of it. In the evening when I slipped my hand in her panty while my mouth met her mouth and her hands went to explore my body, I was sure that our love was sincere. We made love in an extraordinary way, testing new positions. I had never seen her that way in bed. Our bodies fit perfectly in a regular but steady rhythm as if this time had to be perfect because it was the last one. Our unconscious had foreseen what it was going on the next day. But most of all I thought she knew what she was going to do and that her body had sent signals to mine. We were connected, on the same wavelength. It was like a stab in the heart when I woke up the next day, entering the living room where I saw a letter writes from her hand and left on the table.

"Andy,

I'm sorry, but I can't forgive this. How many things have you hidden from me yet? If you haven't been able to be honest with me from the beginning, I don't think you can be honest afterwards. You have hide more than ten years of your life, years that you spent traveling around the world with your closest friends. I wish you to be happy and that your band is still working so well.

Skylar. "

Why didn't she stay until the morning to tell me all of this in front of me? She had preferred to flee than to tell it to me face to face, which hurt even worse. I caught tears running down my cheeks to finish their run on the word I still held in my hands. It had been a long time since I had cried for a woman. I looked up and came face to face with a picture of us following our road trip. Our smiles seemed bitter to me. I dropped to my couch where I saw one of her favorite blue Hermes squares she used to tie on the wrist, resting on the armrest. I grabbed it with a quick gesture and smell that sweet smell that I loved so much.

I tried to call her for the umpteenth time since this week with the hope that she will answer. When she finally picked up, the joy took hold of me but disappeared immediately when I heard a different voice from hers.

- Hello, are you Andy Black?
- Yes it's me but who are you?
- I'm Jenny, Skylar's best friend.
- Yes, I remember you! Is everything alright ?
- No, that's why I'm calling ...

What she tells next me totally annihilates me. The woman I loved had a serious car accident and could have serious consequences. We agreed to see each other at the end of the month. I suggested that I come to Miami but she refused, claiming that it would be better for Skylar not to see me in a city she knew well, with a little luck her proposal would work and she would finally agree to talk to me. According to Jenny, Skylar was acting as if everything was fine but she had told her that she still loved me and that she was suffering from this separation. I fully trusted Jenny like the first time. She also told me that the doctors would let her out in a week. She promised to keep me informed if there was any problem. I hung up after thanking her. However, this news shake me up for the rest of the day.

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