Something Is Missing | Ronnie Radke

Chapter 4- Relief

I rolled my eyes as the knocking on the door continued. "Please, Jenny? Just open up."

With a groan I shook my head and leaned back into the chair, looking at the ceiling. "What did I get myself into?" I questioned myself.

"I really think we need to talk," Ronnie called. The knocking on the door slowed, but became bangs. "Please babe."

I let out a dramatic huff and stood from the chair. I stomped my way to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open. "What could you possibly want, Ronnie!? Huh?!"

I met those big brown eyes. They were red and puffy, clearly showing that he was crying. "You, Jenny! I want you!" He practically yelled. "Please!"

"So what?" I said as I leaned up against the door frame and crossed my arms. "You lost your chance a couple months ago."

I was proud of myself for standing my ground. There was no way I could let him win.

"Really?" He asked, his voice full of confidence. "Then why'd you text me? And why'd you keep your eyes on me all night?" He moved up closer to me.

I could practically feel his body heat radiating off of him. Those brown eyes looked into mine, practically staring into my soul.

Suddenly I was at a loss for words. I only stared at him, wanting to feel his touch.

"Huh Jenny?" He asked. "Why are you so sorry, babe?" His dark eyes looked back at me.

I shook my head and took a step back. "You're the one who should be sorry," I responded. "Shouldn't you? You thought you could contro-..."

Ronnie took a step closer to me and laughed. "If you'd read your texts you'd know I am. But what I wanna know is why are you sorry?"

"I'm not," I said. I was short. I didn't want to let off any of my emotions.

"That's not what your text said." A smirk appeared on Ronnie's face as he moved in closer. He reached out and grabbed ahold of one of my wrists. "Jenny," he said softly. His voice was soft and full of emotion.

I finally felt his touch. It was a relief. All I wanted to do was melt.

His hand slipped from my wrist and to my hand. "Babe, please," he whispered. He moved in closer, his other hand grabbing mine. "I just wanna..." He broke eye contact and let out a sigh.

When he looked back up, watery eyes were looking back at me. I let out a sigh, and without saying a word, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his.

At first he didn't kiss back, but after a few seconds, he finally did. His lips moved in unison with mine, like I'd been dreaming of since that fateful night.

My hands squeezed his and we both pulled back. As we tried to get out breaths back, our foreheads rested against one another. A small genuine smile made its way to my face.

"I've missed you," I mumbled as I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around him. "So much." My head rested on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

His strong arms slowly wrapped around me as he tucked his chin over my head. "I love you," he said, he was clearly crying. "I've missed you so much. I'm so sorry, Babe."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled into his shirt. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have flipped out." I pulled away and looked up at him with watery eyes.

Ronnie's tear filled eyes widened as he shook his head. "No," he said. "No, Jenny." He brought a hand up and cupped my cheek. "It's all me. I deserved to be yelled at. I shouldn't have tried to get in the way."

"I've been miserable," I told him, tears still pulling from my eyes. "Derek said you were, too. And I'm sorry for that."

Ronnie shook his head. "It'll all be better soon," he whispered.

The two of us began to lean in and before I knew it his flaming lips met mine. The dull world around me lit up again.

My hands ran up his back and fisted his black shirt. I wanted to tear his shirt off of him, but unfortunately it wasn't the time or place.

As I pulled back for a breath, he decided to continue. His lips began to trail down my jaw, and to my neck. He began sucking at my sweet spot.

"Ronnie," I giggled. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck to him. I dragged my hands around his body, never lifting them, and rested them on his chest.

I lightly pushed him and laughed a bit. "Ronnie," I repeated once he pulled away. As he did so, amused brown eyes looked back at me as a smirk made its way to his lips.

"We can't do this here," I told him. "And we still need to talk." I tilted my head and gave him a look.

He let out a sigh as he grasped my sides. "Why don't we head back to my hotel room? I'm at the Omni just down the street," he said. "We don't have to fuck, as much as I want to. But I really do just want to spend time with you."

I smiled up at him and shook my head. "Always straight and to the point," I commented. I tapped his chest and pulled away from his warmth. "I just need to grab my stuff, and change."

"You can change back at my place. How about a shower, too? I know how tight your back can be after gigs," he responded as he sat down in a chair behind me.

I glanced up at him through the mirror as I wiped my face down with a makeup wipe. "Actually, that sounds like a great idea," I said. "It was really hot in there tonight."

Ronnie scoffed as he crossed his arms. "No shit," he mumbled. "Especially with you up there."

I rolled my eyes and looked down at the wipe. So much was there, it was still weird because I never wore as much as I currently was.

"You know you don't have to wear makeup, right? You're beautiful without it," Ronnie commented.

"I appreciate the compliment," I told him. "However, unfortunately it's something that I need to get used to. That's the music industry for women, unfortunately."

"Who the fuck cares!? Jenny, you don't need to woo anyone but me. And you can certainly do that without makeup," he shot at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I care, Ronnie. Besides, if I can better my image, my career could be better off," I replied.

"So what? You getting rid of your beautiful brunette hair and going blonde?" He asked, clearly ticked off.

"You're such an asshole sometimes," I mumbled as I turned back to finish removing my makeup.

I sure as hell didn't miss his bluntness.