Saved - Ronnie Radke

Don't Leave

Juliet's POV

"Ronnie," I choked, watching as he slammed our door shut with his bag in his hand.

I debated going after him to beg him to stay. Quickly, I ran out of our room, only dressed in my underwear and a cutoff with no bra. I looked insane as I yelled for Ronnie.

When I got outside of the building, I saw Ronnie rushing to his car. "Ronnie!" I yelled, tears still flowing down my cheeks. He ignored me, not even looking back. "Ronnie please," I begged, finally making it to him. He threw his bag and guitar in the back seat. "Ronnie," I cried, grabbing onto his arm.

He flung my arms off of him, making me stumble, "get off." He still hadn't looked at me.

"Please," I sobbed, "don't leave."

"Get out of my way," he lightly shoved me to the side.

"Ronnie please!" I screamed.

"I'm not doing this," he finally looked at me.

"Ronnie I'm sorry I broke my promise, please, don't go," I begged, grabbing onto his bicep.

"You need help," he said, "and you won't let me help you, so I'm leaving. I'm going to go meet that guy who wanted to hear me sing, and after that I'll be gone. Im done with you."

"Ronnie," I sobbed. I grabbed his face, bringing my lips to his. He tensed but relaxed after a moment, holding onto my hips and pulling my body into his. I shivered by the touch of his thumbs on my hip bones.

He pulled away and stared at me for a moment, "get back inside." With that he got in his car and slammed the door, starting it and driving away, not looking back at me.

I let out a sob as I felt my knees give out, making me fall onto the ground. It was the type of cry that most people would call an 'ugly cry'. My hands went over my face, my mouth open as I sobbed.

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I blamed myself, it was my fault. It wasn't me feeling sorry for myself, it was the truth. If I fought my urge, he would still be here. I lost the only person who has ever truly cared about me to my fucked up mentality.

I sat in the hotel room, the TV was on but I wasn't paying attention. I wasn't on my phone, I wasn't doing anything. I was staring and zoning out, thinking about the choice I made. I can't even be mad at him, I made the choice to cut myself, and I lost him. I lost him forever.

I glanced at my phone, checking if he'd called me or sent a text. He didn't. 

I checked the date. I'd been alone for nearly a day. It wasn't a long amount of time, but it felt like eternity. I didn't know what to do. I had no home, no friends, no car, no where to go, and money would eventually run out. I was fucked. 

I grabbed my phone, opening safari. I searched for record companies in Las Vegas, planning to call each one and figure out which one Ronnie had gone to. 

I dialed the first one, nothing. The second one, nothing. It went on for a while until I found the one.

"Hi, um, I was wondering if you could tell me if Ronnie Radke has an audition there today?" I asked. God, I was pathetic.

"Um, who am I speaking to?" The woman asked.

"Uh... his girlfriend. He'd mentioned a record company and we were trying to get your address," I'm such a shitty liar.

"Yes, he has an audition today at 2pm, the address is..." holy shit she bought it. She gave me the address and I wrote it down.

"Thank you so much, he'll see you in a little bit." I hung up the phone.

I checked the time, seeing it was a little after 1pm. I got up, changing my clothes into a band tee and ripped jeans. I brushed through my semi-greasy hair that I hadn't washed due to being depressed from Ronnie leaving.

I looked at myself in the mirror. God, I look sickly. 

I retied Ronnie's tshirt that was wrapped around my arm, trying not to make it obvious of what happened to it. 

I grabbed my small bag, throwing money and phone into it. I ran down the stairs to the hotel onto the street, waving my arm like a lunatic to get a taxi to notice me. 

After a second, I got one. I got in, frantically giving them the address and telling them to hurry. 

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When I arrived, I jumped out of the taxi, throwing the money at them. I looked up at the tall building, running through the revolving door, making my way to the front desk.

A woman gave me a dirty look when I approached. "What can I help you with?" She said, un-enthusiastically. 

"Yes, um, where are the record auditions?" I asked, out a breath from running.

She looked me up and down, "you're auditioning?" She let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"No, my.. boyfriend is," I said, "I really don't have time for this, so can you just tell me where to go?"

"11th floor, suite 1127," she rolled her eyes.

"Thanks," I said, running to the elevator.

I entered with people dressed in suits and dresses. God, I looked so out of place. I waited impatiently, checking my phone to see it was already 2pm. I sighed, fuck, I'm late.

When the door opened, I darted out, apologizing to the people I bumped into. I ran down the hall like a lunatic, searching for suite 1127. When I found it, I ran in, seeing people all around my age and a little older waiting impatiently.

I looked around the waiting room, not seeing Ronnie. I sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs. I sat, disappointed that I came here for nothing. I looked up at the single door in the room, hearing the music that Ronnie had played in the car. 

I stood, running over to the door. I tried to walk in, but it was locked. I knocked, hoping someone would hear me over the music. The door opened, revealing a man and woman dressed nicely. They looked at me, confused.

"We have an audition happening, I'm going to have to ask you to sit down," the man said, beginning to shut the door.

"Wait!" I yelled. The man looked at me, opening the door, "I'm Ronnie's girlfriend."