My Rockstar's World

Chapter 69

*Gianna's POV*

"Here you go, sweetie. But not too long. You can't be looking at screens that much," my mom says as she hands me my phone.

"I feel as good as new," I say while taking an ice pack off my head. My mom insists that I keep icing even though it's been a week and a half since I hit my head.

"And I'm glad," she says with a smile. She pats my arm, still a bit hesitantly, and leaves the room. There's nothing like an accident to initiate getting over a fight with your parents. I was supposed to come home for Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow, so they decided that it would be best to keep me at home through the holiday weekend. I've been excused from classes, and I should be fine to start using my brain fully again after it hits two weeks. That means that I'll have to make up a bunch of assignments and tests and get ready for finals. It's a shitty situation, but I can't do anything about it.

I've been doing absolutely nothing since I've woken up. Granted the first few days I just slept a bunch.

My phone went down with me when I fell, and no one thought to look for it when I was getting taken to the hospital. I tried to ask for it after I was home the second day and could consciously think. My parents called the venue, and they tried to find it, but no one knew where it was. I wasn't supposed to be looking at screens and had too much of a headache to even care, so we decided to wait it out a couple days and see if any workers found it.

When they didn't, my parents ordered me a new phone, which I am going to be forever grateful for. My mom finally was able to pick it up and set it up. With the holidays coming up, phones are running low on stock, and it was really annoying. I also needed more storage with all the pictures I take.

I open my messages to a bunch from Iris and Kennedy saying that they hope that I'm doing better. I quickly respond to them and click to look for Bawdy's messages.

But, there aren't any from him.

He must be waiting for me to reach out to him. I feel so bad being this disconnected from him for so long.

I would feel worse about not being able to update him, but I'm not sure if he even wants my updates. My parents told me that he came to the hospital to try to make sure no details of this story got out, and he called me a media nightmare for him.

I already knew from Chelsea that I apparently wasn't helping his image, but he always made it seem like he didn't agree with her. Then he quickly left and said he didn't want to deal with me.

My parents have been known to exaggerate before, and I know that they're not the biggest fans of his, so I don't even want to believe that. I send him a text.

Gianna: I'm alive.

It's a factual statement, and hopefully he appreciates that it's a bit funny. I stare at my phone like I expect an immediate response. I wait and wait, the minutes feeling like hours.

I think about calling him, but I have no clue what he could be doing right now. I know he'd drop everything to talk to me in the past, but I feel a bit distant not being able to talk with him recently.

My head still can't think straight.

He'll respond. I know that he will.

My mom walks back in and tries to take my phone away from me. "You have to finish up resting fully, so you can get back to school next week," she says.

I groan. My professors are supposed to be understanding of my situation, since I had doctor notes sent over. It's going to suck trying to get everything done (and done well).

I turn onto my side after my mom leaves my room. My eyelids feel heavy. Everything really did take a toll on my body.

If I sleep now, then I will definitely have a response from Bawdy the next time I look at my phone.