I slowly opened my eyes, the sun was shining brightly into my room, I rolled over and Vic was already gone, but there was a note on his pillow. I sat up and opened the note, “Sweetie, you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you when we get back. I love you” I smiled to myself and put it back down, the door was still shut, so I got up and walked across my room to my dresser. I noticed his over sized sweatshirt thrown over a chair. I pulled out a tank top and slid it on; I put on a pair of my ripped skinny jeans and pulled over the sweater. It smelt like him, well a mixture of I guess Tony’s cologne. He always sprayed that stuff to strong. I walked out of my room and went downstairs to the living room; it was still a awful mess. Of course having OCD It bothered me. So I picked the pillows up and placed them back on the couch.
I turned around and noticed Esther waking in from her room. She looked at me and kept waking. I knew something was wrong. I followed her into the kitchen.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I said putting a hand on her shoulder, I felt her shaking, I knew she was really upset.
“They left, they didn’t even say goodbye.” She cried, the tears were rolling down her cheeks. “Jaime didn’t leave you a note? Vic left me one…” I asked as my voice softened.
She looked at me and her eyes narrowed, “No he didn’t leave me anything.” She said slamming her balled up fist down on the counter.
I jumped, seeing her mad scared me. “Calm down, I’m it slipped his mind. Check your phone, he may have sent you a text.” I said grabbing her arm so she wouldn’t do it again. She looked up at me and nodded her head. I stepped out of her way and she ran back to her room.
I sat down at the bar stool and put my head down on the counter, I missed him. He just left this morning and I felt like it’s been years. Suddenly I heard a scream, I jumped up and went to her room.
“Wh-what happened?!” I said panicking.
“They…They got into an accident” She said and my heart dropped, I fell to my knees in tears. “A-are they okay?” I asked in between shakes.
“V-Vic is hurt” she mumbled. I couldn’t take it, I was scared, and I wanted to die. “Their coming back, the tour was cancelled.” She finished, she helped me up and walked me to the couch.
I couldn’t take it, I wanted to go to him, I wanted to see him. “Where is he, where are they?!” I shouted. Esther looked at me and looked at her phone. She told me the place and I ran out to my car, while I was trying to get my door opened, she grabbed the keys from me and pushed me to the passenger side. I knew what was happening, I didn’t argue, I didn’t care at all, I just wanted to see my Vic.
She pulled out of the driveway and started to go to where they were, we got there a few minutes later and the bus was still there, the ambulance was just pulling up. I got out of the car and started running to the bus, But I was stopped, tony grabbed me and held me.
“Let me go!” I shouted trying to shake his grip, but it tightened. “Tony please” I could feel the tears swelling back up into my eyes.
“No, I refuse to let you see him.” He said sat on the ground still cradling me. I looked up long enough to see the Paramedic’s pulling him on a stretcher, I started to fight again, but this time another pair of hands was on me. “Courtney, stop it. Would Vic want you to cry?” Mike said. I clung to these words.
“What if he dies?” I screamed, I knew by these words I made mike hurt. “He won’t” Tony jumped in. Jaime was over with Esther. They were watching us closely.
“What are we doing sitting around here?” I said wiping away my tears. They looked at me and nodded. Tony helped me up and guided me to my car. I felt my heart broken, it was hard to breathe, and it was hard to imagine my life without him. I wanted him to be the one holding me right now. Mike was driving; Tony was playing with my hair, because he remembered that was a way to calm me down. The drive to the hospital was a long one. It was really quiet; no one knew what to say. I began to slowly drift to sleep as mike was driving and tony was playing with my hair. Before I fell asleep fully, the last thing I heard was “She really loves him.” I knew who said this, I knew Mikes voice from anywhere. I held onto these words as I fell asleep.
