Zero (Sid Wilson Fan Fic)

Chapter 16 - What's Love Got To Do With It?

Katie's P.O.V

Sid came home some hours later. There was no way around this, other than yelling.
"This is my shot! What don't you understand?!" He cried at me, standing in the living room, over by the door.
I was in the kitchen doorway, opposite sides of the room.
"SID! I don't want to go! I don't want to be a housewife, waiting on you for everything! Hanging onto your arm as you go to those stupid parties and buddy up to those pricks who just want to make money from you! LA is where dreams become nightmares!" I frowned.
"Fucking Hell! You just don't want me to be happy, do you?! What's so good about Iowa?! IT'S ON THE FUCKING MAP, KATIE. YOUR DAD COULD COME OUT HERE, AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT." He screamed at me. "It's just the same in LA, or any other state!"
"You really gonna bring that into this?!" My heart shattered.
"You did this!" He pointed a finger at me, before walking out the apartment.

I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, crying my heart out.
I want to stay in Iowa, because I've built a life here... I was able to live a normal life after the shit mum and I went through. We made this our home. I told Sid all about it, he promised to keep me safe. He's sat awake with me through my nightmares... He knows it's not a joke.
Sid didn't come back home.

I woke up the next morning to texts from Jim.
He had been texting throughout the night...

11:38 PM
Jim-Jam: Crissy told me. Are you OK?

11:42 PM
Jim-Jam: Is Sid there with you? I'll kick his head in.

11:50 PM
Jim-Jam: Katie? You might be asleep, but if you're seeing these messages, please call me.

12:42 AM
Jim-Jam: Sorry, if I woke you. I called round half hour ago. Got no answer. Assuming you're sleeping.

07:28 AM
Jim-Jam: Sid stopped by. He said 'bye'.
Jim-Jam: You spoken to him?

07:42 AM
Jim-Jam: Sid left.

I put my phone down, lying back on my bed. He left me...
Crissy, Mel, and Kelsey all peaked round my door.
"I'm waking her up!" I heard Paul.
"She's awake!" Crissy told him, looking back into the living room, pushing the bedroom door open.
The girls all came in, followed by Paul, Corey and Jim.
"He left...?" I whispered, looking up at Jim.
He came over, crouching to the floor, next to me, nodding sadly. "Sid's always had a big ego... I'm sorry, baby." He whispered back.
I started crying, pulling the duvet over my face.
I felt weight on the bed, feeling someone curl up next to me, hugging me, while Jim placed a hand on my head, over the duvet, letting me know he was here.

. . .

Due to work and other arrangements, Corey, Jim, Mel and Crissy had to leave, but not before they made sure I had something to eat.
Paul and Kelsey stayed with me, and when Kelsey went to get some milk, Paul and I had a heart to heart, sat on the couch.
"Scream, if you have to..." He frowned at me, bundled up in my duvet, my heart empty.
"I keep thinking he's gonna come back..." Because I didn't see him leave, it was like he was just working. He'd be home soon.
"Katie, he left." Paul shuffled up to me, put an arm around me, letting me lay my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what went on in his head... All through school, he's 'I'm gonna get the fuck outta Iowa!', then you came along and his dream changes... When I asked him how you two were doing, he looked me in the eyes and said 'that's the girl I'm gonna marry'... Maybe he lacks in communication? I don't know. I do know, at one point, he was willing to do 9 - 5, if it meant he had you..."
"Are you trying to cheer me up, or what?" I lifted my head, looking up at Paul.
"I'm trying to say... Since you came back from LA, love had nothing to do with it... LA or bust." He looked down at me.

I stared straight ahead. On the wall was a framed photo that Paul took of Sid and I kissing, at the Christmas party last year.
I got up taking it off the wall, taking it out the frame.
We had a dart board on the wall, near the kitchen door. I grabbed the darts that were in it, all while Paul was watching, and held the picture up against the board.
"I hope you break your fucking feet, Wilson!" I glared at him, before I stabbed the picture again and again.
"Yeah!" Paul cheered, laughing. "Fuck him!"
Paul got up and grabbed another framed picture smashing it against the coffee table.
I laughed, leaving Sid dead on the wall.
I grabbed the scissors out the kitchen and one of Sid's shirts, cutting into it, while Paul grabbed some of his old records, tossing them around like Frisbees, breaking them all.

Anything that was Sid, or had him on it, like pictures or home videos, Paul and I fucking destroyed it.
When Kelsey came back, Paul was sat in the middle of the living room, on the floor, drawing in a red sharpie over a picture of Sid, making him into a devil, while I was playing darts, aiming between the eyes.
"Oh my God!" Kelsey gasped, announcing her return.
"Hey!" I smiled at her. "I'm in the midst of a breakdown! Can you call my mother for me?!" I grinned at her.
She stared at me, nodding slowly, before leaving the shopping on the floor, by the door, and pulling her phone out her handbag.
"Thank you!" I smiled, singing at her, before I threw all the darts at once at the board, hitting the picture with every one.

. . .

I stayed with my mum, while the guys all tidied up the apartment. Paul made sure to keep the picture on the dart board, for me to let out the anger, when I needed to.
Once every bit of Sid was gone, and I was somewhat stable, baring in mind at this point Sid has been gone for three weeks now, I moved back home.
Everyone would stop in often, and for a while Paul actually moved in, just until I was back into eating habits.
I had damned Sid to hell, but hearing about him breaking both his feet on the first night of his tour... I swear I have magic powers or some shit!
Paul was in hysterics, being present when I wished for it, calling me a witch from then onwards.

It was a slow process, but eventually I was over Sid.
If he came back, yeah, I would take him back. I do still love him, but I wasn't angry anymore. I wasn't crying myself to sleep, I wasn't smashing the TV when a romcom would come on. Things were just back to normal... Thanks though, Mick, for buying me three new TVs, when I was in a meltdown. I owe ya three for that!
Life went on, and I became a regular to Corey's Ghost Adventures, doing research and getting as much info as I could of places, while Corey was on tours. Then, when he was home, we'd go check the places out, starting a YouTube page documenting it all.
It was part time, as I stayed on, now working for Mick, at The Mask House shop. It was great pay, and now Mick had bought the business from Jim, as Jimbo went full time with Stone Sour, Mick and I went all out with the place, going 50/50, having a partnership in it.
I didn't know what Sid was doing, or where he was, who he was with... I didn't want to know, and the guys, though going out seeing him, and going to his shows, never told me a thing.
I was at peace, living life in Iowa. The state where I was able to start again, again.