Superstar

Chapter 83

It's been a month a half since we went back to the states. I would wake up to Tom, not beside me, he either went on a run or to the gym to clear his mind. At least That's what he says but who knows, it's like I barely recognize him.

I should keep my mouth shut and let him figure this out on his own, Everyone copes differently. This pregnancy is fucking killing me, my feet are swollen and my nausea has been out the roof. My mom would say this if she hears me complaining. "Es tu culpa por embarazarte. ya sabes que ellos desean, caía dita te vez más Bonita."

Translation: that's your fault for getting pregnant, you know what they say, you look even prettier if you stay quiet.

It's funny cause It's like I could her voice sometimes. Everything is so fucking chaotic now, writing music is a form of writing a book. Each lyric tells a different story and it brings passion to many people and touches them.

In the middle of writing a few ideas down and humming to myself for a long time, I get a call from Tom, or I thought so at least.

"Hello? Is this moon?"

"Yeah, it is, who's asking?"

"Your friend here is extremely drunk and I had to cut him off, he's not violent or anything but putting him in a cab would be even more careless. I'll send you the address."

My worst fear sinks in, and I immediately run to the bathroom and throw up.

"Dammit, tom!" I clean myself up And get into the car. That's when a feeling of dizziness hits me, I'm not supposed to be driving, there's no one to take me. I take some ibuprofen and drive to the bar.

A tall buff guy is holding Tom with a hand around his waist and toms arm around the guy's neck.

I quickly park and get out of my car, the guy's eyes go wide, and stare at my stomach. All I just hear is toms mumbling in the back.

"Oh shit your pregnant! Don't worry I'll put him in the car for you."

"I'm sorry for this."

"It's no problem, I deal with this every day. Are you sure you okay with him?"

"Yeah, totally anyways thanks again."

I drive off immediately, I'm s fucking pissed off. I hear him groaning and I yell at him to shut the fuck up.

"I'm sooooooo sooooorrrrryyyyy bbbbaaaabbbbeeee, I'm gonna take a naapppp."

And he knocks out cold, what the hell is going on? Tom was never like this, I want to know whats going on in that mind of his and how can I help but I can't if he's getting drunk.

I already know how this is gonna end and I swear for the sake of Tom and our baby I will try everything I can to keep them both safe and alive.

I try to get him out of the car and he puts all his body weight on top of me.

"Cmon tom your heavy."

I start to feel pain in my stomach, so I quickly get him inside, I can't be ready yet. But the pain is starting to get much worse. I call Emma and she comes instantly to help with Daniel.

"You two are a god send."

"What the hell happened to him." Dan Carried Tom onto the couch.

"I don't know, I assume he got drunk. A bartender called me and said he had eno- oh shit." The pain starts going up like crazy.

"Cmon moon let's get you into the car."

She helps me in and drives off, I wonder what is going through toms head. I want to offer him support but I just don't know how, he's always opened up to me about his mental health but this time it's different.

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Sorry for not posting in a while, I hope you can forgive me. I've been extremely busy and my mental health is not getting any better. I made this chapter short cause my next chapter is gonna be long and I wanted to give you guys a update. Please forgive me.

~Jocelyn💜