Wasp - A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Two - Get Away

AURORA'S POV
I awoke in a hotel room, and quickly looked at the clock. It was 9am. Fuck I thought to myself as I leaped out of the bed. Chris was sitting up on the couch in the hotel room, scrolling through his laptop. As I stood up my head started to pound, so I took a seat back down.

"Good morning, Star Shine." Chris said as he looked up from his laptop screen. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to recall last nights events after being picked up from my house. I guess Chris could tell, because he came and sat next to me.

"You and Justin sorta had a few too many shots, seeing who could handle more. You won, Justin threw up at the table. Oh, and your husband showed up. He tracked you on his phone. That's where this black eye came from." Chris gave me a recap of the happenings of last night. I put my head into my hands.

"How did I end up in your shirt?" I finally asked. He handed me a bottle of water from the bedside, and as I looked up at him he winked at me. I started shaking my head. "No, no we didn't? Did we?" I questioned, almost disappointed in myself. He laughed and shook his head.

"No, I'm just fucking with you. I did have to see you without clothes on, though. I helped you into the shower after you threw up on your clothes. Here," he held out a pair of shorts and a cropped hoodie, "I snagged these from the merch bins for you. I assumed you were a size large, I hope that's okay." I grabbed the clothes from him.

"That's perfect, actually. Thank you. I'll go change, and I guess you can take me back to my house." I told him as I stood up. He sat and stared at me, almost gawking, as I walked to the bathroom to change. When I got in there I noticed that my vomit covered clothes were neatly folded and put in a bag, and my heels were hanging, drying from him cleaning them I assumed. He had put my hair in a knot on the top of my head, so I just kept it like that. When I walked out he instantly stood up and looked me up and down.

"Y-you look good," he stirred out, "um, your husband is kinda in jail, so I'll drive you to your house and you can change or do whatever over there, and then we can go look at a few places for you." He told me. I felt like my jaw had hit the ground.

"Alexander is in jail?" I asked quietly, astounded that they even took him in. My neighbors had called the cops on him many times, but he always got off with a slap on the wrist.

"Well, supposed to be. I pressed charges after he showed up and punched me. Shall we head out?" It was almost like he just glazed over the fact that my husband had punched him hard enough to leave a black eye, I figured there was more to the story so I picked his brain as we walked out to the rental car.

"Why did he punch you?" I asked him. He laughed as he opened the passenger door for me.

"I may have said a few things that shouldn't have been said. Do you want to go get Starbucks? Where's the nearest one?" He tried to leave it at that, but I wouldn't let him.

"Right across from the college campus. What did you say?" I was loaded with questions.

"My, you ask a lot of questions. I just told him that he wasn't going to hurt you anymore and that you deserve better. What do you want from Starbucks?" I just stared at him blankly. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Since when do you make decisions for me? You don't even know me!" I exclaimed. He looked over his sunglasses at me as we pulled up to the speaker to order. He placed his order, and I caved and gave him mine. When I tried to hand him my card he ignored it, and leaned on his left side to pull his wallet out of his back pocket.

"Well, let's see, you got married at 21, have stayed in the same miserable abusive marriage for two years, and you're obviously burnt out from the funeral industry. Your decisions haven't been solid, Aurora." He gave me a run down of what he had noticed in just the 24 hours of knowing me.

"Ya know what? Fuck you, Cerulli. I'm not some damsel in distress for you to save for the sake of your big ass ego." I snapped at him. He looked surprised that I had even said anything like that. He remained silent as he drove me back to my house, and when we pulled up to the house Alexander was on the front porch. I froze, and Chris stared at me.

"No, I'm not letting this easy bake oven mother fucker hurt you anymore. You're obviously terrified." He was right, I was horrified.

"You're right, but how am I supposed to get my stuff? Also, did you just call him an easy bake oven?" Chris ran his hand through his hair, then let out a small laugh.

"Aurora, your personality is just... never mind. Listen, you have to call the cops. It's the easiest solution. Then we will get you set up in a new apartment with new furniture. It's 10am on a Saturday, I'm sure we can pull a few strings and find somewhere for you." I did as he said, and when the cops showed up they held Alexander back as Chris and I packed my belongings.

"Why do you want to help me so bad? You just met me." I finally asked him as I shoved my delicates into a suitcase. He shrugged and folded a shirt then placed it in another suit case.

"I just felt this instant connection to you. I don't know what it was, I was just... taken by you. The longer I spent with you in the funeral home, the more I just felt connected. When I found out about the abuse, I just knew I had to help you." His answer took me by surprise.

"You'll forget about me as soon as you hit the next city. I'll just be another forgotten ghost in your life." I assured him. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with a dead serious stare.

"Aurora, I am going to check in on you every single day. That's my promise." For some reason, I believed his words.
Over the next couple of days him and the rest of the band helped me move into my new apartment. After getting settled in and the furniture all placed, Chris handed me a wrapped box. It had some weight to it, and felt like a console of some sort.

"Just consider it a housewarming present. No home is complete without a gaming console and a few games." I smiled at him and sat down on my couch to open it. It was a brand new Xbox console with an Elite controller.

"Guys, this is... awesome! Y'all didn't have to do this." I said as I looked at all of them. Justin and Ricky grinned at each other, then looked at Chris who was staring me down as he smiled.

"It was mainly Chris, but the Elite controller was my idea! We also wrote down all of our tags so you can play with us when we have time to be online." Ryan stated. I put the console down and got up to hug all of them. When I hugged Chris he held on extra tight, and the hug felt longer than most, but I basically melted into him.

"Chris, we gotta go. We have to make it to the next city." Ricky realized as he looked at his phone. Chris slowly let go, and I could have sworn he was going to cry.

"I will call you every day! That's a promise!" He shouted as he jumped on the tour bus. I waved at him, and they pulled out of the apartment parking lot. I was officially by myself, in a new place. While I was riddled with anxiety, and what if's, I was also safe. I had an overwhelming feeling of safety, something I thought I had forgotten. However, I did miss the company of Chris and the others.

CHRIS' POV
I sat down on the couch in the bus and sighed deeply. All I could think about was Aurora; her smile, her laugh, her wild streak, her bravery. I opened my phone, and hesitated to text her.

"What's wrong, man?" Justin asked as he sat next to me. I shook my head, telling him it was nothing. He didn't believe me, but instead decided to mock me. "Someone's got a love bug!" He shouted. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"I do not! I just care about her and worry, that's all." I assured him, but I knew I was lying. He did, too, but he dropped the subject.

"Listen, man, just one more show and you can go run back to her." He said as he stood up. I remained on the couch, thinking about everything. I had to have sat there for hours, and Ricky finally came to me.

"Chris, just fucking call her already, it's getting pathetic. You obviously miss her." I hated when Ricky was right. I finally decided to dial her number. Straight to voicemail.

"Ora, it's Chris. I was just checking in. Give me a call back, love you, bye." I hung up, and realized what I had said, and it was too late to even take it back.