Run Away From The Pain

The Long Trip Home

Because He knew I was with Aerosmith, and the tour dates could be easily accessable, I wasn't really safe anymore, unless I was around the band. So While the band was performing on stage, I was pent up in Steven's dressing room, with a body guard either at the door, or in the room with me.
I noticed on the vanity at the other side of the room, were rolling papers, and perfectly filled dime bags, so I decided to roll myself a nice joint. Steven wouldn't mind... I mean... I'd pay him back for the weed anyway. 

I sat down on the couch in the dressing room, and just toked up.
I could hear the music, floating off the stage, and through the hallways, and I just wanted to get a closer look.
I walked up to the door of the dressing room, and opened it slightly to stick my face out. 

"Hey... Hey Ralph.." I'm not sure why I was being so bashful, but it made me seem like such a little kid. 

"Yes, Ms. Hastings?" He never turned to face me, because he was still looking out for me.

"Please, call me Alex." I smiled slightly at Ralph's formality. "And... I really wanna go backstafe.. I wanna see them perform... can I do that?"

"Sure, no problem. Do you need a moment to get ready?" He asked me, now looking over his shoulder at me. 

"No. I'm fine." I said, tugging at my chiffon button up blouse, and high waisted bell bottoms. 
I ran my fingers through my feathered out hair once or twice, just to give it some volume, then I stepped out of the room, and closed to door behind me. "Let's go." I smiled up at Ralph, and I saw some excitement flash across his face. 
I could tell how badly he wanted to go see the band play, and how much it must suck for him to have to look after me like I'm some kind of errant child. 

Ralph walked just a step behind me, yet we were perfectly in sync as we made our way to the side of the stage, where I could watch the band play.

"Got me the strangest woman
Believe me, this chick's no sinch
But I really get her goin'
When I whip out my Big Ten Inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She's just loves my Big Ten Inch
Record of her favorite blues."

Steven noticed me hiding next to Ralph in the corner of the stage, and he grinned at me while singing, and making thousands of women swoon.
He danced around the stage, and really put on a show, though he constantly stole glances from me every chance he could. 

At one point during the show, he strolled over to the amplifier which was closest to me, and picked up a bottle of coca-cola, which was filled with white powder, and had a straw sticking out of it. 
He winked at me, before sticking the straw up his nose, and sniffing a load. 

He turned back to the crowd, and went wild, dancing around, and belting out more lyrics and riffs. 
They played two more songs off their newest album, which were Toys In The Attic, and Sweet emotion, then they closed off the show with Dream On.

"Goodnight San Diego!" Steven screamed into the microphone, and then spun on his heel, and practically sprinted towards me, tackling me in a large bear hug.

"Alex! Alex! What'd you think of the show?!" He was so high, I don't even think cloud nine was on his level.

"It was awesome." I giggled a bit. "But coke... in the middle of the show... really, Steven?" 

He giggled like a little girl, and put a finger to his lips, shusing me.
"You want some?" He kept grinning, while reaching out for the bottle, and trying to hand it to me.

"Not right now," I sighed "Anyway, I rolled a joint back in your dressing room, so I'm pretty stoned. I don't wanna add other drugs to the mix right now."

"You.... You rolled a joint," He asked, bewildered, and then mad. "You stole my bud?!"

I've seen Steven get angry, which is always terrifying, (especially to me, when anger usually leads to me getting hurt in some way) but now that he was higher than high, I didn't know how he was going to react which made things 10 times worse for me. 

"Don't fucking yell at me!" I snapped back. "I'll pay you back for the mary-jane. I was bored, and I needed something to do, other than sit in your dressing room all night!" 

Rage, purely fueled by cocaine, was dancing around in his eyes. 
"But you stole my fucking bud, you bitch!" I screamed, and advanced on me. 
I couldn't tell what he was about to do, which terrified me. 

"Don't you fucking dare come any closer to me, Steven!" I screamed, as tears were pouring down my face. "I swear to god, I'll fight back!" 
At this point, the rest of the band came off stage, and were crowding around us. 
Joe realized what was going on, and was holding Steven back, while Ralph was trying to get in between us so this couldn't progress and further. 

"Get the fuck off of me!" Steven screamed at Joe. "The bitch stole our bud!" 

"Is that all you fucking care about?!" I hissed "You sick fuck. I hate you!" 
Out of spite, I snatched the bottle of coke out of his hands, and then darted back stage and down the hall.

"ALEX, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" I could hear them all running after me. 
I ran back into Steven's dressing room, and locked the door behind me.
Moments later there was heavy banging on the door, accompanied by screaming. 

"ALEXANDRA, YOU OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Steven was screaming at the top of his lungs. "I SWEAR TO GOD."

The Deja Vu smacked me dead in the face. 

He was choking me, and repeatedly cutting me. 
For a moment, when he was off guard, I snatched the knife from him, and cut him back, then I sprinted to the door, and locked it from the outside, so the rolls were reversed. He was locked in the basement for once, instead of me. I sprinted up the stairs and out of the house.
I was free. I felt the summer breeze on my face, and the sunshine burning my pale, fragile skin. 
I dashed down the street, and hid in the bushes, so I could catch my breathe.

About 5 or 10 minutes later, a black Ford Pinto was speeding down the road, and zoomed past the bush I was hiding in. 
Little did I realize, it was the same Pinto that was sitting in His driveway as I ran past the house. 
I began to panic and breathe very heavily, so I did the only thing I thought was smart enough to do.
I ran back into the house, and into his room. I knew he stashed drugs there somewhere.
I rumaged through drawers, and finally, in the back of his closet, found a packet of white powder. 

I grabbed the large knife on his bedside table, as well as the packet, and then went back down to the basement, locking the door behind me.
Little did He know, In all the time he wasn't torturing me, I made a hide out; I kicked down a small part of the dry-wall in the far corner of the room, which made a little nook I could cover up with the bedside table, and hide away in.

I stayed there for what seemed like ever, until I heard a car park in the driveway.
Frightened, my breathing became ragged, and uneven, and eventually I heard heavy footsteps, and the sound of a rattling door handle.

"ALEXANDRA, YOU OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL KILL YOU." He screamed, pounding down the door.
I did the only sensible thing, and I found my escape.
I snorted half the bag of white powder, and let the sensation carry me away.
Maybe If I got high, the pain wouldn't be as bad. 


So I did the only sensible thing, and I found my escape. 
I looked down at the glass of cocaine in my hand, and took a deep breath.
I stuck the straw up my nose, and inhaled until my lungs physically couldn't hold anymore air.
I did this repeatedly, until I felt lighter than air.
Then it all happened at once;
The door burst open, as Steven, Ralph, and the rest of the band rushed into the room.
On the flipside of it, my vision went fuzzy, and I collapsed.

I felt as though I have absolutely no control over my body. I began convulsing, and seeing really strange shit.

"H-help." I gasped, as I was struggling to breathe.
I saw figures running towards me, until everything went black.