𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

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A/N:
currently dying with a massive headache but showing up for you guys anyways because ily all <3 also, i have a long day tmrw ugh, i wish i could just skip it. anywho, hope you guys like this chapter tho ;)

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I DIDN'T FEEL HIM LEAVE THE BED the night. We slept with Connor in between us, the little boy reaching for his father as soon as we had lain down, not realizing the extent of what he was doing. Colson was still shaken at my invitation, but Connor's reach melted his bewilderment away like he was ice left under the hard sun. Instinctively, Colson pulled his son closer to his hard chest and was out like a light in a few minutes, while I was left conscious and breathing as I heard the breaths of my son and his father echo in the dark coolness of the hotel bedroom.

I suppose in that moment-while I had taken all the time in the world nodding off to sleep myself-I had let my own arrogance ruin me. Who was I to expect that everything would go my way? Who was I to make plans like I deserved to make them, who was I to decide what was best for the three of us while I took the decision solo?

Now that I was up, with the sun pouring in and illuminating the whole room through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window, I realized the extent of all those questions. Perhaps in the past two years I had gotten so isolated that I had become a slave under my own mind's rule. I let my emotions dominate me because they never came out. For two years they had been stifled and swallowed down in face of everyone and everything else. All these emotions were trapped inside me and their captivity had made them violent. They stirred and rebelled now, with everything I faced.

Who was I to get so choked up at the fact that the man I loved referred to me as a one night stand to his fiancé? People were dying, were they not? I had committed a murder and was at the brink of ruining my son's life if I got caught for it. Colson would be able to hide like he always had, but I wouldn't be so lucky. So then, who was I to worry about other meaningless things like my own feelings?

Machine Gun Kelly asked me these exact questions with his eyes as he stood at the foot of the bed in a dark oversized hoodie he must've went out and bought, looking at me, his arms crossed across his chest. There were two suitcases pulled up beside his legs.

I glanced beside me to find that Connor was already up, he was presently bent over a Rubik's cube on the bedroom carpet, attempting to pick it back up after it had fallen from his hold.

I looked back at Colson, his sky blue eyes determined in my startled morning gaze.

"Change of plans, Davina," He let out, his tone hard. "You both are coming with me to LA now."

I gasped slightly as the fact settled into me slowly.

"But you said-," I tried to salvage my plans, panic engulfing my insides.

He'll take me and my son to LA, to face what? His angry fiancé? A fleet of police as my bare façade gave way and I was caught before we even managed to get out of New York?

"Forget what I said," He broke through my sentence, his eyes narrowing as he dug in the back pocket of his jeans pulled out his cell phone and tossed it over to me on the bed like it meant nothing to him.

"I mean it," His jaw tightened as I met his eyes. There was recognition in them, and a swimming guilt that broke his stoicity and made it waver.

"Forget whatever the fuck I said. You know I can explain everything to you. Don't assume like you did before, Davina, you know I can and will fucking explain everything you read-everything I said-to you."

Don't assume like you did before. The mere sentence made waves of scenes unlock in my memory like I was a vault being cracked. It was startling how far back I had trapped everything in my brain, that when they came forward, I felt like I was being tackled to the ground unable to get up.