71- Missing You

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"Paint the walls black and scream

fuck the world cause it's my life I'm going to take it back"

All Time Low

I didn't go back to training immediately, and took some time alone, before sending a text to Colby, telling him we needed to talk. He came shortly after, fuming with rage. I had never seen him like that, and I was honestly scared like shit. I instantly regretted asking him to meet me in a secluded place, far from the busyness of the show.

"What do you want now?" He growled, and I had never felt so little.

" I-I know Colby, about you and that girl"

His expression changed in an instant, probably not having anticipated the fact that I could find out.

"W-what are you talking about"

"Don't think that I am that dumb Colby Lopez" I tried to be as stern as possible, but I was shaking inside. "Your other chick, I know all about that. Is that where you were yesterday night? With her ?"

" I ...." I could see he was searching for a lie, but he just sighed and looked at me dead in the eyes, frowning "Yeah. Can I just explain? It started during our long distance thing. I couldn't handle that. When you got back, and we started seeing each other more frequently, we stopped. But then, we started seeing each other again, about 2 weeks ago."

" But, Colby why?" I felt my heart sink down in my chest.

" I don't know, I got angry seeing you with Phil all the time, and she was there for me. To be honest with you I just don't think I love you anymore. I'll let you pack your things at the hotel, and I'll ship you back your stuff."

" But Colby, I have no where to live!"

" I don't ..." He sighed. "I don't think that's any of my problem now Roxanne. Just go live with Phil or something, I don't care."

On those words he just left me there, and went back inside. Everything was just crumbling around me. I was now alone, and homeless. I swear at this moment, I just wanted to be home in Australia, almost wishing that none of that had happened. I just broke down in tears right here, all the pressure flowing outside of me. I stayed for a good time like that, before hearing my name being called. I wiped away the tears and lifted my head to see Demi.

"Hey, are you okay?" She approached me, visibly concerned.

" Right now, I don't really know, but I'll be, don't worry" I smiled as much as I could and got up. "Is Phil still inside training?" I felt a little dizzy, not eating enough was getting the best of me right now.

" Erm, yeah yeah, he is, he just sent me to check in on you suddenly." She smiled a little. "Wanna go back to him? He seemed stressed when someone left the gym"

" Oh, he was?" I started walking slowly "I'm sorry you had to see that actually"

" It's okay, we all have our down moments!"

She led me to the training room, and I was instantly attacked by a very angry Phillip J Brooks.

"Where is he, where's the bastard that made my little baby cry?"

" Phil, please calm down, you're screaming and I kinda don't want everybody here to know" I looked at my shoes. "I don't know, he left right after we broke up."

"Oh babe.." He hugged me and kissed my hair. "You'll be fine, you don't need him."

Well, I kinda do, but I'll never tell that, I'll be good on my own. Once out of training, I'll search for a small place to rent, just to have somewhere to put my stuff. I'll go on the road alone, it's okay, it'll be tiring, but I have to, it's my only chance. Once he released me from the hug, Demi looked at us.

"Do you want me to leave you two or...?"

"No no stay, please, I'm sorry for that" I smiled at her. "I would love to get to know you more actually."

"Oh-oh really ?" She seemed shocked. "I'm not that interesting!"

"Well, you look like you are !" I smiled as brightly as I could, trying to push the bad thoughts away. I didn't need any of those now. "Important question, what bands do you listen to?"

We talked about that for a long long moment, being one of my favorite subject, and discovering that she likes most of the bands I listen to on a daily basis. 

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