Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

unfortunetly not

I wake up to Ace wrapping his arm around my waist and burrying his face in my neck. "Morning Ace". "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. "It's fine". I sigh trying to fall back asleep but all i can think about is yesterday. How i heard it. How my gut feeling was right all along. How he got so nervous right infront of me, because he's never nervous. How i'm going to be such a bitch. There's a knock at the door. "Ace, are you coming with to get breakfast?" Gene shouts from outside. "Yeah, gimme ten minutes". He grumbles, pulling me closer. "I missed you". Sure you did. "I missed you to. A lot". Atleast one of us isn't lying. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Come on, gotta get breakfast Ace". I trie to remove his hands from my waist but he holds on even tighter. "Just five more minutes. Please". I smile feeling tears rise to my eyes. "Okay". I trie to keep my voice steady and blink away the tears. It would be a miracle to hold onto this a whole day.

We sit around a table with the five of us. I look over to see Peter already looking at me. He gives me a sympethatic smile. Just ten more hours until the show. I quietly eat my breakfast as the rest talks about the show from last night. Drifting away into my thoughts again. Just when life seems to be going good again. Why with him. I thought i could trust him. Playing guitars in a crappy appartment when we are sixty or something. Unfortunetly not. "Hey, you good". Ace says. "Just, jet lag. You know". I don't know how many times he has asked the same question, but probaply alot. "Oh, okay". I look across Ace to Peter. Again already looking at me. He's the only one who knows what i'm about to do. "Ace i wanna talk to you". Shit no. He can't tell him, i wanna see that face. I shake my head so only Peter can see and he just ignores it, while getting up with Ace and walking to a different corner. "So Savanna, you came yesterday night?"
Paul asks. "Oh yes, i flew when you guys had the show". "How long will you be staying". Yeah how long will i be? I have to stay here until i can take the plane. "Two days i think". "Great". Yeah, great.
Peter and Ace return to the table and Peter looks at me kind off weird. I can't tell if he told him or not. We'll see...

I change clothes for the concert and grab the backstage pass to go see Ace.

I make my way backstage, walking thro empty halls, when i find Bill, their manager i believe. "Hey Bill, do you know where they are?" "Oh, the third room on the left when you go right". "Thanks". Okayyy, the third room on the left when you go right. So i go right first. Now the third room on the left. I knock on the door and Peter opens, stepping outside with me and closing the door behind him. "What's wrong?" He grabs my arm, leading me a little away from the door. "I haven't told him this morning. I only told him to drink a little less, so he atleast knows what he's doing". "Thanks Peter". He takes me back into the room and we receive weird looks from the rest, including Ace. "What have you guys done". "I gave her a little tour". A sceptical look forms on his face, then he just shrugs.

"Goodluck". He slips an arm around my waist, giving me a kiss. "You'll lose your lipstick". "Doesn't matter" he says smiling before turning to the stage.

I have never seen them play on a real stage, this is the first time, but dahm they're good. Unfortunetly this will probaply be the only time seeing them like this.

"You liked the show?". He smiles down on me. "Yess, you absolutely shred that guitar". "Thanks". He slips an arm around my waist giving me a quick kiss. "Gotta go wash this off, i'll be back". It hurts seeing him this happy after what he did. Does it not bother him a little bit? I sigh sitting down on a couch. An hour and this will all be over.

"Hey, babe. Ready to go?" Defenitly not but what can i say. "Yeah, to the hotel?" "Uhm sure".

I lay my head on his shoulder as we sit in a cab to the hotel. The last time. I turn to sit on his lab, kissing him. Slowly, no rush. Just us. His arm around my waist and a hand on my cheeck. My arms around his neck, running a hand thro his hair. I can feel him smiling as my heart breaks a little inside.

We hold hands as we walk up to the room. My heart in my throat as he opens the door. I don't want to do it. I just want to forget this happened but i can't. I just can't trust him the way i used to. "So what do you normally do when your done with a show". He shrugs. "Drink with Peter". Liar, it's crazy how fast i can become angry. "That all?" "Yeah". I swallow the lump in my throat as i think back on it. "Oh, cause i swear i heard something else last night". A look of horror comes up on his face. "I'm sorry". "Oh yeah, are you?" My voice cold, without any emotion. But that's not how i feel. "I didn't know you were here". "So if you had known you wouldn't have done it". The silence becomes louder and louder. "No, i'm sorry". "Sure you are but you didn't think about that when she moaned your name. Did you?" He tries to take my hands but i slap them away. "Fuck you, Ace". "Please Savanna, i'm sorry".  I turn away from him and grab my already packed bag. "Goodbye". I walk away when he catches my arm. "Don't you dare tough me". I say through gritted teeth. "What can i do to make it up to you?" "Hmmm let's see, turn back time". "But you know i can't do that". "That's the point. Should've thought about your fucking actions". I blink away the tears forming in my eyes and walk out the door. Goodbye, once again.

"Hey, do you have an extra room?" It's the same lady from yesterday. "Yeah, sixty per night". She gives me a smile. "I'll take it". She hands me the keys to the room and i return the smile. "Thank you". Wonderfull. I put my bag in the room and head out again.

Perfect, a liquor store. I scan the aisle for ofcourse two bottles of vodka, to drown my feelings with. I grab the bottles and turn. I guess we both think the same, don't we? He looks me in my eyes and reaches behind me for also two vodka. I pay and walk out of the store taking the bottles unded my arms. The streets of Detroit. Never been here. Taking sips, i think about the mistake i made for the second time. I sigh drinking another sip. Were do i go now? What do i do now? Why? Why did he have to cheat? Is it really that hard to not? Time to head back to the hotel and drink myself to sleep, cause who cares.

I lay in bed thinking. Everything that had happened. We both fucked up badly but it just keeps coming doesn't it. If i forgive him, something else will probaply happen so why do i even bother. I feel my eyes grow heavy as i fall backwards on the bed. Goodnight Savanna.