Saved - Ronnie Radke

A Blast from the Past

Juliet's POV

"Hello," I heard from behind me.

I turned around, seeing a guy a little older than me standing with a crooked grin. He wore a suit, his hair gelled and leather shoes. "Hi?" I gave a confused expression.

"Juliet Taylor?" He asked.

"Depends who's asking," I replied.

"My name is Michael Sanders, I work for Polaris Law Group," he said.

I looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed, "okay?"

"I was sent to find you and talk to you about a will and testament," he began pulling papers out of his briefcase.

"I don't have any family, I think you have the wrong person," I turned back to my coffee, taking a sip.

He sat down next to me, "Juliet Taylor age twenty three, born in Rochester New York 1452 Walshview Avenue to Elizabeth and Henry Taylor?" I stared at him. "Went to high school at James Monroe High?"

I looked at him in shock, "that's me."

He nodded, "well, your father passed away last week and I was sent to find you to discuss the will and testament."

"I don't want his money," disgust ran through my body.

"Okay... well, if you were to accept, you would be getting this amount," he pointed to a large number on the paper. My eyes went wide.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" I asked.

"Sure," he stuffed the papers back into the briefcase and stood, "I'll be in town through the end of the week, I'll need to know an answer by then."

"Okay, thanks," I said, turning back to my food.

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I pulled up to the house, parking Ronnie's car. I had gone shopping after I got done eating and picked Ronnie up a shirt. I thought he'd like it.

"Ronnie!" I yelled, entering the house. I closed the door behind me and locked it, walking to our bedroom. "You here?"

I walked into our bedroom, seeing Ronnie sitting shirtless on the bed with his PlayStation controller in his hand. He hadn't seen me yet and couldn't hear due to the large headphones on his ear. I walked up to him and pulled the headphones off. He let out a yell, looking at me, "Jesus don't scare me like that."

I laughed, "I'm surprised you were even here."

"We got done early," he said.

"Well," I smirked, sitting next to him, "I got you something."

He rolled his eyes, "you don't have to buy me anything."

"Just open the fucking bag," I laughed, giving him the plastic bag.

He chuckled, opening it and pulling out the shirt. He smiled looking at the art on it, "this is sick!" He laughed.

I smiled, "I knew you'd like it."

"I love it," he looked at me with a grin and embraced me. "I'm gonna wear it now," he pulled it over his head, adjusting it and ripping off the tag.

"Also," I said, grinning. He raised an eyebrow. "Dad died."

His eyes went wide, "he died?"

"Yeah, some Attourney came into the diner today and told me I had to sign this paper to get his money," I shrugged.

"Did you do it?" He asked.

"Not yet," I answered.

"Why not?"

"Because, Ronnie, I fucking hate him," I felt myself growing angry.

"He's dead though, you could get a shit ton of money," he said, looking at me with hesitation due to my anger.

"The money would be nice, but he literally ruined my life, Ronnie. I don't want anything from him. You know what he did to me," I looked up at him.

"The hitting stuff?" He asked.

I looked down, "there was more, but yes."

"It's up to you babe," he gave my hand a squeeze.

I nodded.

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*1 month later*

I had decided I'd take the money, mainly for the reason that I didn't have a job and I probably wouldn't have one for a long time. I continued to sell some of my work and would find time to paint new pieces to sell. I was getting more traction on my work, people messaging me on social media asking for custom pieces. It felt great to have my work appreciated, but it'd still be nice to actually have a job surrounding it.

The band had really kick started. They were about six songs into the first album, constantly in the studio. I didn't see Ronnie very often and when I did, he was exhausted. It was a little disappointing that we weren't as close as we'd once been, but I understood it.

Ronnie laid beside me, sleeping deeply. I had a lot of sympathy for him, working himself constantly and using his only free time to sleep. I don't know how any of them did it.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the front door. I groaned to myself, standing and smoothing my messy hair down. As I walked down the hallway, I realized no one was awake it seemed. I looked down at myself, only dressed in one of Ronnie's shirts.

I approached the door and opened it, rubbing my eyes. There stood a guy who looked a bit familiar, but I was too tired to think. "Hey, um, wait, Juliet?" He said.

I raised an eyebrow, "yeah?"

"It's me, Max," he said. He didn't look good, his eyes were red and his face had blemishes. He was extremely thin too.

"Max?" I asked.

"From ETF," he said, "I need to talk to Ronnie."

I stared at him, disbelief on my face. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because I don't want Ronnie to give you a black eye, he fucking hates you," I said.

"I know he does, I just gotta talk to him though," he said, taking a step foreword.

"He's asleep, I don't want to give him a rude awakening," I said, looking over my shoulder.

"Juliet!" I heard Ronnie yell.

"Out here!" I yelled back. I stared at Max, seeing him standing awkwardly.

I felt a pair of hands on my waist as Ronnie stood behind me. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Ronnie growled.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "said he needed to talk to you."

"Get the fuck off my property," Ronnie hissed.