I didn’t leave my room once that night. I simply sat there on my bed, staring at the cream colored wall for a good while. I turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels aimlessly before finally settling on Family Guy which I really didn’t pay attention to; I just wanted background noise so I wasn’t alone with my thoughts.
After a while, I gave up and crawled under the covers wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but I just wanted my brain to shut up. My argument with Dave kept replaying in my mind, how he said it’s been nothing but about what I want. Also how I needed to get my act together, whatever that means. I’m perfectly stable. And I should be able to get whatever I want; I’m Austin Mahone for crying out loud. Rosalie’s face popped into my head just then, causing me to groan and shimmy further under the covers, curling into a ball.
I was almost asleep when I heard the door to my room slowly creak open and then shut just as quietly. I assumed it was Dave so I didn’t say anything, not wanting to speak to him and knowing I couldn’t tell him to leave because this was his room as well. But when the mattress dipped a little under the weight of the person who just sat down, I knew it wasn’t Dave but my mom, because she used to do that all the time back home. She would sit on the edge of my bed quietly until I was ready to talk about whatever was bothering me. I sighed and peeked out of the covers, seeing my mom’s worried face looking down at me. I sat up and placed my hands in my lap, playing with my fingers. I should apologize for the way I was acting earlier; I didn’t want to hurt my mom and I felt terrible for knowing that I had.
“Mom I-” I started but she cut me off.
“I know, sweetie.” She sighed, placing a hand on my knee.
We sat there in silence for a few more minutes before I decided to speak again.
“Is what Dave said true?” I blurted out.
She held my gaze for a long time, not speaking and not making a move like she was going to speak. It was her silence that answered my question. That what Dave had said was, in fact, true. I ran my hand over my face in frustration. If both my mom and Dave said I was becoming self-centered then it must be true. And Natalia. Natalia said I was just like every other celebrity out there. Self-centered and arrogant. I looked up at my mom helplessly.
“Is that why we’re here?” I asked, “So maybe I would change after seeing those kids? Is that why we’re staying longer?”
She simply nodded. “We’re not staying too much longer than originally planned. Just a day or two since we have to be in LA by the end of the week. Magazine interview, remember?” she reminded me when a look of confusion washed over my face. I nodded, letting out a sigh.
“Tomorrow you have to promise me that you’ll behave and make the best out of it for Rosalie, okay?” she gave me a stern look, showing that she wasn’t kidding in the slightest.
“Promise.” I whispered.
* * *
The next morning, the car came to a slow stop outside of the dreaded hospital. I don’t think my hate for hospitals will ever go away. I bit my lip and shifted my weight in my seat, slowly unbuckling my seatbelt. Dave turned around and looked at me.
“We’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?”
My jaw dropped, “You’re not staying?”
He smiled and shook his head. I slid my gaze over to my mom who looked at me with pleading eyes.
“You promised Austin.”
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FanfictionFame. That's what happened to Austin Mahone. Fame got to him and now he's an egotistic jerk that no one can stand to be around, not even his bodygaurd, Dave or his own mother. After his management sets up an acoustic performance at the local childre...