Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

reunited

It all went so quickly, i sit down on the couch of my house. I'm done for now, a couple of more intervieuws and stuff like that, but i'm back. Unfortunatly Ace isn't, he still has two and a half months on the road to go. I'm happy for him, they're doing really good, can't deny i miss him tho. The last time i saw him was three months ago. I don't feel to good anymore. It's been going downhill, two months ago it just started again. I feel so empty, everyone around has found what they want in life. Not me, i never really wanted to be a model, i came here to do music. That's the thing that makes me happy, but now everyone expects me to model for them and everybody wants something from me. They don't really love me, they just use me.

I head over to Alexa's house, i want to know how she's doing. I haven't talked to her in a long period of time.

I knock on the door, waiting for her to awnser it, or Steven. He now lives with her, they just hit of from the start, they really love eachother. I'm happy for them. Steven opens the door, with a smile on his face. "Hey Savanna, how have you been?" "I've been alright, and you?" "Pretty good". I ruffle his hair as i walk in. "Good, your girlfriend around?" "Yeah, she's in the shower. Can i get you something?" The same smile still on his face, he's like a little brother to me. "Tea or something". I return his smile, how can i not.

Alex walks into the appartment, embracing me in a hug. "Oh god, i haven't seen you in forever". I return the hug, holding her close. I've missed her. "How are you, Alex?" "Oh well, i'm good, how about you, you have done so much these last months". Steven puts down my tea, as he grabs his coat, "i'm heading out for a couple hours, love you Alex, bye Sav". "Bye Steve". We both say as he walks out. "Well, Alex, it's been fun, but i regret it". "Why's that?" A frown on her face while she asks. "I've never really wanted to model, that wasn't the reason i came to New York". I never told her the real reason, i regret that, cause she would've said that i needed to do what i want and now i've made a mistake in that. "What was it then, you can always quit". I sigh, "i can't quit, everybody wants something from me, i can't even walk the streets like a normal person". "Well, to me your still a normal person". A smile makes it way onto my face. "Enough about me, how have you been?"  Her eyes twinkle in the dark light of the night. "Well as you know, me and Steven are now living together and we talked alot about what we want and we both have like a vision with eachother and that's what we're heading for". How she talks about things when she's exited is literally the best thing in the world. "That's great, i'm really happy for you, are there any kids in the vision? I'd love to be an aunt haha". A slight blush forms on her cheecks. "Maybeee, but not for now, in a couple of years, when i finish my studie and have a real job". "That's great". I take a sip from my tea. I haven't really finished school so that's another reason i can't quit my modeling. I need to save all the money i have, so i can live later. I make a lot, enough to do that. I don't even know what to do with that money.

I now find myself in my new house again, wondering why i'm here. I never really worked for all of it. It just naturally came my way, it's unfair for other people. I take my guitar of the wall, strumming chords on it. It feels relieving, away from the modeling live, where everyone wants something from me. I'm alone and i enjoy it, altough being alone is dangerous. I think about it again. I want to, i don't want to.

I sit on the plane, heading to Ace once again. When i'm with him, we both don't do anything stupid. We don't want to hurt eachother but every step i get closer to him, some feeling begs me to turn around and don't do it.

"Room 174". I shoot her a polite smile. "Thank you". Okay, here we go again. Take a deep breath in, take a deep breath out. My hands shake as i push on the elevator buttons. Patiently waiting, while my stomach turns around. I touch my hands to eachother, they're cold, everthing is cold. The doors open and i walk down the hall. 172, 173, 174. But the door is open. I push it open further, seeing Ace push something with a card, and to no suprise it's coke. My stomach was right, i knew it. "Ace". He snaps his head towards me, eyes bloodred. "What are you doing?" He fades out the powder and almost falls over as he stands up, smelling like alcohol. "Hey, Savvie". No shame in saying that. He stumbles over to give me a hug, wich i do not return. I can stop him for two days, but he still has two months of tour left to go. "What's wrong, baby?" "What's wrong? You think i didn't just saw that?" A debating look passes, going right back to a not caring one. He may not care but i do. Just stay calm Savanna. What am i supposed to do now? I, i'll. I'll put him to sleep. I take his hand and guide him towards the bed. "Whatr you doin curly? I'm not goin to sleep". At this point i'm not even mad, i'm just dissapointed and scared, i don't want him to fuck his life up with drugs. It's fucking coke, you can't just stop doing it. The withdrawals are horrible. "Yes Ace, you are". "Noo, i don't want too". He slurs and i sigh. "Okay, where is Peter?" "What are you going to do with Peter?" His voice more stern, as he steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around me, kissing down my neck. "Your mine". I push him back. "Saavvvv". "Ace you're drunk and high, now tell me Peters room number". "Itz 172, but he isn't there anyway". He once again wraps his hands around me burrying his head in my neck. "Paul and Gene?" He laughs, "probaply fucking some girl". This is just really wonderfull, isn't it? He picks me up, placing me on the bed, kissing my collarbone. "Ace". He doesn't stop and puts his hands on my waist under my shirt. "your stoned, not now". "Ehrm, nooo". His hands move lower, down to my pants, unzipping them. "Ace, please don't". My voice coming out scared, altough i'm not. I'm just tired. He looks at me with guilt in his eyes. Finally sobering up a bit, i think. He walks off to the bathroom as i look around the room. Bottles everywhere, the smell, like weed and white powder smeared across a little table. These are going to be a long two months. I still lay on the bed, hands in my hair.

The minutes pass and he finally comes back out of the bathroom, eyes even more red and looking guilty. I walk over to him giving him a hug, "Ace i'm worried about you". His arms strongly gripping my body. "I'm sorry". "We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?" He nods and burries his face in my neck. He's not going to stop in these two months, he won't be able to function without if he has done it for the passed months. I grab his face, closing my eyes and placing a kiss on his lips. "I love you". He murmurs. Even tho this all sucks, i still smile. "I love you too".