September 1998
Spring arrived quickly, but the heat was minimal in comparison to California or Arizona. Blossom fell all around, and my internal trauma was, in fleeting moments, a little relieved by the beauty of the nature around me. The phone rang around the clock, but I'd only personally speak to my mom. If there was any word from Lindsey in those first few weeks, Karen never notified me. My sickness continued sporadically, waking me up before my usual hour of choice, Karen badgering me to see a doctor. I poured my soul out onto paper, almost reconsidering everything I thought I'd knew about the man I'd known and loved for so long. Lindsey was possessive, jealous, and often egotistical, but he wasn't cruel, he loved and he cared for people. Whatever was going on between us, I'd taken his love for granted, had I overlooked something? So many hours I spent in my new bedroom at the mirror, still sure that nothing of my appearance had changed much in the past few years at the very least. Eventually I grew sufficiently irritated with my lack of morning sleep, that I allowed Karen to take me to a doctor, who told me what I already knew in my heart to be true. I was terrified. What if I lost her? Then I would finally have nothing, and it would be over for real. What if I didn't? I'd have to contact Lindsey, how would he react? Sure, we'd discussed a child, but then William happened, time passed, and I'd assumed it had become too late. How would it be possible for him to be a father when he already had a family with someone else? It broke my heart that mere weeks ago, this revelation would've brought us such inexplicable joy. Now, I felt blessed, but it was a blessing mingled with loss, and I had no idea how I would make it.
I managed to confess it to my mother over the telephone, and she informed me she'd be booking a flight over ASAP. Later, when she called to confirm that her tickets had been delivered, she began to grow inquisitorial about Lindsey's involvement, both of us hanging up in frustration, telling Karen what time to pick her up from the airport before I went back upstairs. I was still scribbling in my journal when Karen burst in close to midnight. "Stevie!" I shot her a puzzled look. "You have to see this..."
She held several crappy tabloids below my nose.
"LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM FINALLY GOES HIS OWN WAY"
"WAS HE NICKED? LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM MARRIES, WEEKS AFTER EX-LOVER ABANDONS COMEBACK TOUR"
"RUMOURS FLY: WHIRLWIND WEDDING FOR LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM AS STEVIE NICKS DISAPPEARS FROM SHOWBIZ"
"STEVIE IS FINALLY SECOND HAND NEWS: LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM FINALLY MARRIES, DECADES AFTER BREAK-UP THAT FORGED BEST-SELLING ALBUM"
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FanfictionIt has been 18 months since Stevie Nicks disappeared at the height of her comeback tour as a solo artist, and even many that she knew for decades have been left in the dark. What caused her to seemingly vanish, and will she ever return?
