Saved - Ronnie Radke

Father

Juliet's POV

*1 Year Later - 2009*

As I walked to the gated building, the officers opened it. I'd visited Ronnie so often that the staff knew me. I'd normally visit Ronnie once or twice a month, as I did have a job and it was a lot of driving. I'd be there everyday if I could, but that just wasn't an option.

Griffin and I had been fighting a lot recently and I'd been saving money for a while to eventually move out. Griffin hated my visiting Ronnie, he'd scold me every time and even threaten to leave if I continued to see Ronnie. He never would, he's literally lost without me. That's not me thinking I'm some powerful person who Griffin does everything for, that's just how it was. He wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't there.

I walked inside the building, saying hi to Natalie, a officer who was there nearly every time I was. She nodded at me, motioning for me to move past the metal detectors. I walked through them, hearing the intercom boom, "someone please escort inmate Radke to room three."

I made my way to room three, nodding at Lucas, the officer who always guarded the door. He opened the door for me and I stepped inside, sitting on the metal table. I waited for Ronnie, the wait was always the worst part, along with the fear of what's happened since I was last here.

When the door opened, Ronnie smiled. He looked better, less tired, less physically drained, less sad, he looked great. Officer Barrett unlocked his handcuffs and stepped out of the room. "Juliet," Ronnie said, embracing me. "God, I miss you more every time."

My stomach filled with butterflies, "I missed you too." I said, kissing his cheek. He smiled.

When he pulled away, my face fell into one with not much emotion. "What's wrong?" He asked, touching my cheek.

I grabbed his hand, sitting on the table again, Jim next to me. "Griffin and I have been fighting more," I said.

"What about?" He asked.

"You," I looked up at him, "he gets so pissed that I insist to still see you while you're in here. He threatened to leave me if I kept doing this. He never will, but just the fact that he said it is upsetting."

Ronnie looked down, "why do you stay with him?"

"Ronnie," I sighed.

"You clearly don't love him," he looked at me, "so why are you still with him?"

"I don't really don't have anyone else," I sighed.

"You have me," he said, lacing our fingers.

"I can't exactly live with you right now," I gave a faint chuckle, he laughed.

"You deserve the world," Ronnie said, "and I wish I could give it to you."

I smiled weakly, my heart melting at his words. "You are the one person that I really feel like I can trust completely."

"Likewise, my Dear Juliet," he kissed the top of my hand.

I smiled, "anyway," I sighed, "any plans for when you get out?"

His eyes lit up, "I've been thinking of some stuff."

"Like what?" I asked, sitting with my legs crossed facing him.

"Songs," he grinned.

I gave a shocked expression with a smile, "you want to go back to music?"

"It's the only thing I'm decent at," he shrugged, "I don't exactly have anything else I could do and nothing else is appealing to me." I looked down. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"You know they got a new lead singer, right?" I asked.

"I heard," he responded, "I don't need them. I'll start my own band."

I nodded, "do it."

He grinned, "there's that old Juliet attitude."

I looked down with a smile, "shut up." I laughed, "god I was so stupid back then."

"You weren't stupid, I admired your ambition," he said, "you kind of lost it."

"I didn't lose it, it's just that you actually listened to me, Griffin doesn't when I try to do something spontaneous. He finds excuses, so I guess I just kind of gave up for a while."

"Don't lose what I love most about you," he said. My heart fell to my stomach. He used the word love.

"I'll try," I bit my lip.

It was silent for a moment, our hands touching as he played with my rings. It was a habit of his. "Thank you," he said.

"For what?" I asked, looking up at him.

"For visiting me in here," he said, "no one else has."

"Of course," I smiled.

"Times up," officer Lucas said, stepping into the room.

I nodded, climbing off of the table, Ronnie following my actions. I looked up at him and slung my arms around his neck, his around my waist. His lips met my cheek as I spoke, "I'll see you soon."

He smiled, pulling away, "you better."

I chuckled, "bye."

With that, I turned and left, following Lucas out of the room. I left the building, getting in my car and starting it. I turned on the radio and began driving home.

After about twenty minutes, my phone rang. I grabbed it, seeing it was the same number that's been calling me for months. Today, I decided I'd answer.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Juliet Taylor?" The deep voice spoke.

"Yes, who is this?"

The man chuckled, "I can't believe I'm actually talking to you."

"Who the fuck is this?" I asked, nervous.

"Your father," the voice got deeper. I was silent, too scared to say anything. "Where are you staying?"

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

"You can either tell me or I can send someone to find you, and when they do, it won't be pretty," I could feel the sly grin on his face.

"Fuck you," I spat, "I hope Ronnie broke your nose."

"Oh, yes, Ronnie," he chuckled, "how could I forget to mention him."

"What are you talking about?"

"How is the little incarcerated asshole you ran away with? He left you yet?"

"You piece of shit," I growled. I wasn't going to give him any information.

"I've read all about him. Of course you go for the drug addict who killed a man, you always were naïve," he laughed.

"You don't know anything about him!" I yelled. "Fuck you, go to hell you piece of shit."