Saved - Ronnie Radke

Hickeys

*2 Years Later - 2008*

Juliet's POV

I opened the door to our home, throwing my art bag on the chair. "Hey babe!" I yelled, hearing the TV on in the living room.

"I'm in here!" He yelled back.

I walked to the living room, finding him on the couch watching TV. I smiled as he looked at me, "Griffin Matthews," I grinned, climbing on his lap.

He smirked, "Juliet Taylor."

"I missed you today," I said, kissing him. He kissed my back, his hand gripping my waist.

"I missed you more," he said, kissing me again.

"Never," I smirked, roughly kissing him, earning a moan.

This is near where the shooting happened more than two years ago.

I turned around, facing the TV. My heart almost stopped when I saw pictures on Ronnie all over it. The title: Escape the Fate's Ronnie Radke sentenced...

Lead singer of Escape the Fate, Ronnie Radke, was sentenced to two years in prison just earlier today due to a past incident and suspect of a shooting.

"What the fuck?" I said, climbing off of Griffin.

"Good," I heard Griffin speak, "that asshole got what he deserved."

"Shut up," I glared at him, "I don't give a shit what you think about him but your ignorance isn't needed right now."

The singer was sentenced and is currently being transferred to High Desert State Penitentiary where he was serve time with no bail.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. I stood, running to my phone. I grabbed it, googling the phone number of the prison and called it. After a couple rings, they picked up.

"High Desert State Penitentiary," the deep voice spoke.

"Hi, my name is Juliet Taylor, I was calling about Ronald Radke," I bit my lip, looking at Griffin who looked furious.

"He just arrived, what is your relation to him?" The guy asked.

"Uh... I'm his best friend," I said, looking at my feet.

"Okay, what are you calling about?" The guy asked again.

"Can I come see him?" I asked. I heard Griffin scoff behind me, making me turn and slap his arm.

"He has to get settled first, but he will be free to have a visitor in a few hours," he spoke.

I smiled to myself, "that's great, I live a couple hours away, I'll head there now," I said, "thank you."

"Alright, bye," he hung up.

I put my phone in my pocket, running to my purse. I grabbed it, rushing to the door. "Bye babe!" I yelled, slamming the door behind me.

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After the four hour drive, I approached the prison that was in the middle of no where. I parked by the few cars that were there.

Locking my car, I got out, walking up to the locked gate where a tall man stood. "What is your business here?" He asked.

"I'm visiting Ronnie Radke," I said, "do you need to see an ID or something?" I opened my purse, pulling out my wallet. I held up my license, the guy examined it before opening the gate for me.

I walked foreword to the front door. When I reached it, I opened it, stepping inside. There was a waiting room with three stairs and a desk with a woman behind a wall of glass. A small circular cut out was in the center of the glass, allowing for her to be heard.

She looked up at me, raising an eyebrow before looking back down. I approached her, "hi, I'm here to visit someone."

"Name?" She asked, grabbing a piece of paper.

"Juliet Taylor," I answered.

"Who are you here to see?"

"Ronnie Radke," I responded.

She looked up at me like she was shocked, "I'm going to need you to sign here and I'll get someone to take you to him."

I signed the paper, a man appearing beside me. "This way," he said, grabbing my arm. I gave a confused look but let him do it anyway. We entered a room with a table and two chairs. I was confused, I thought there would be glass between Ronnie and I but I guess not. "You can have a seat, he's on his way. We'll be standing outside of the room."

I nodded, sitting down on the metal chair. I watched as the man left the room, shutting the door behind him. I looked around the room, everything was cement. The walls and the floors looked torn up.

Just then, the door opened, revealing Ronnie in handcuffs. "Juliet?" Ronnie asked, trying to walk over to me but the guard stopped him.

"You do anything, it's isolation," the guard said, "can I trust you enough to take these handcuffs off?"

"Yes," I said, "I know him."

The guard shrugged, unlocking the handcuffs. "He does anything, you can't sue, you signed that form."

I nodded, watching as the guard left. When he was gone, Ronnie rushed over to me, pulling my body into his. "Juliet, oh my god, you drove all this way just to see me?"

"I had to," I said, "I saw you on the news and rushed over as quick as I could."

His smiled dropped when I mentioned the news, "fucking bullshit."

"Ronnie," I said, pulling away from him, "what happened? I didn't even know about the incident two years ago."

"Fucking stupid," he spat, plopping in the chair, "the initial charge was for having a weapon and concealing it, but I violated my probation, that's why I'm in here."

I walked over and knelt in front of him, "how long will you be here?" I asked.

"Two years," he answered coldly.

"My first time seeing you in two years and now I can't see you for another two years," I said, a sarcastic chuckle coming from my lips.

"Fuck everyone," he said.

I looked up at him and grabbed his hands. "What's going to happen with the band?" I asked.

He laughed loudly, "it's done. I was kicked out."

"They kicked you out?" I said, shocked.

"Yeah," he responded, "music is over."

"No it's not," I said, standing and pulling him with me. "You could do something when you get out."

"I was lucky enough the first time, I don't think it'll happen again," he scoffed.

"Believe it will," I weakly smiled.

He looked at me and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. I stood in shock for a moment before relaxing. I felt his hands snake down my back and below my ass to the backs of my thighs, tugging at them making me jump.

I was sat on the table, giving a whimper when he bit my lip. "Ronnie," I whispered as he pulled his lips from mine. He let out a 'Hm' sound as his lips connected with my neck, sucking. I bit my lip as he lowered my back onto the table. "Ronnie, stop," I said, suddenly becoming completely aware of the fact that I was in a state penitentiary.

"Why," he whined, biting my neck.

I bit my lip, "we're in prison."

He pulled away, hovering above me. "I wouldn't let that dick head see those," he said, pointing to my neck. Hickeys.