Bed of Roses-A Bon Jovi Fanfiction-

Runaway

My piercing alarm woke me, I had changed it to a new air siren instead of the usual 'Wild is the Wind' by my favourite band. A new dawn, a new day and I was already miserable. I didn't play any music as I busied myself with getting ready. No Bon Jovi to brighten my spirits from my nightmares, nothing but silence. With my teeth brushed and the coffee brewing I sat down to read the paper, something I never do. A loud bang sounded alerting me to the fact that Sylvie had woken up after falling out of bed, again. She whisper-screamed as she rose from the floor still wrapped in her blankets. Just as I resumed reading the paper I heard her gasp.

"Are you-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She cut me off, holding up her manicured hand to silence me. With a sudden run she was grabbing my face as if to inspect me. I gathered she had woken up to silence which is new for her.

"Sy what the shit are you doing?"

"WHATS WRONG!" She literally screamed, grabbing my face between her two cold hands.

I stared into her eyes, angry tears threatening to well up in my eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." My heart was aching. I didn't know that keeping up my walls like this was going to be so hard when it comes to communicating with Sylvie. I got up to put my untouched coffee cup back into the cupboard, collected my keys and closed the front door behind me. My breath hitched in my throat as a sob threatened to escape. Storming down the stairs I had to keep telling myself that I was going to be okay.

The journey to work was quiet. I couldn't even try to force myself to listen to music because I knew if I did my heart would break even more. I felt so empty. But I guess empty is regular now. I feel like I am suffocating a part of me. I can't look in the mirror because I know I will just be reminded of everything. The big purple-black bruise I've been sporting is not a scar, but I can feel the mark it left on my soul and my confidence. Besides the monstrous bruise I was carrying I had blood shot eyes from crying and a fresh, make-upless face.

Every head was turned in my direction from the moment I walked in the door. I know that no-one knew of what had happened but the ugly mark that spanned across my left eye and my nose was a visible enough sign. Around me I could hear gasps and devilish murmuring. I didn't think it could happen but with each whisper my heart sank lower and lower. I was so enveloped in my own thoughts and sorrow that I didn't notice Blake in front of me till I bumped into him. I looked up into his eyes which widened in shock from the bruise he saw. His lips parted slightly in horror. Without a word his arms wrapped around me.

"It's going to be okay."

"Why do you even care?" I murmured. I had no energy to beat around the bush. I could feel his breath hitch a little as if he was taken aback.

"Because I-. Because"

I gladly accepted the silence that came after but before I could even blink, Blake had my hand and was pulling me along the corridor back to the elevator.

We got into his sleek business car and as I buckled in he started the engine. Automatically the radio turned on and was pumping out 80's rock music. Before I could even bare to register what song it was or who it was by I punched the radio's off button to silence it. Blake scowled but continued reversing and before I could even comprehend we were driving to my apartment.

"Shhh! Don't talk. We're going on a road trip." He urged as we pulled up to my apartment block. He locked the car behind us and pulled me all the way up the stairs until we were at my door which was covered in lovely red roses all wrapped in black velvet tied with a startling silver bow.

I knew who they were from in a split second.

David

Blake gathered up as many roses as he could and dropped them out the open window to our right then he took my hand once again and pulled me through the door past a lounging Sylvie. I felt her eyes on us as we thundered past her.

In my room a suitcase was already set up and half packed. My guess was Sy and Blake were conspiring against me. I watched silently as Blake raided my closet and stuffed as many cloths as he could into my worn suitcase. As we passed Sylvie on our way out she handed him my make-up bag, purse and a smaller suitcase labelled 'shoes'.

It wasn't long before we were out on the open road, stomachs filled with doughnuts and coffee, that I fell asleep.

David

I am a fucking dickhead.

I stood scowling at the front door watching as an Uber driver filled the back of his car with Lexi's suitcases of all her shit. I hadn't realised how much hatred was actually in our relationship until now, as I was watching it drive away. I woke up in such a raging mood this morning, I was angry at Lexi for being a fucking bitch but most of all I was angry at myself for letting Trix go.

I spent the morning cleaning all the shit up from the party and Lexi's tantrum. Jon, Rich and Tico stayed the night and were busy throwing random shit at one another in the backyard. I was interrogated by Kid. Tico had to hold him back as he screamed accusations at me.

I ordered dozens of roses and sent them to Trix's apartment. I hatemyself from hurting her so much. Before she left all I caught was a flash of pain in her eyes before she disappeared, blood covering her face. I. Am. So. Fucking. Stupid. I love her, I didn't mean to hurt her.

"Lemma?"

I looked up and saw a tired Richie standing over me two garbage bags of rubbish in each hand.

"You love her?"

"Of course I do. I love her so much...I-I'm a fucking idiot." Rich dropped the bags.

"Then go get her."

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, grabbing my keys and my jacket I ran to my car. I needed to see her. I needed her to see I am an idiot and that I am sorry. I love her.

Arriving at her apartment block I could feel my heart thumping, pressing against my rib cage. I thundered up the stairs to her apartment door. I was disheartened to see a small litter of torn petals on the floor near the window and the flowers mangled on the ground so many floors below. I exhaled loudly before knocking on the door with shaky hands.

The door ripped open and with a hopeful smile I stepped forward, only to find myself face to face with who I was guessing was Trix's roommate. She gasped.

"I need to see Matrix. Please."

With an aggravated hand on her hips she growled out that she wasn't here.

My heart fell.

"W-where is she? Will she be back soon?"

She huffed, "She is gone and will not be back any time soon."

I ripped my phone out of my jean pocket and dialled her number. In front of me Trix's roommate held a phone up. My number and picture popped up.

"She isn't coming back for you. She's gone."

I couldn't hold it together any more, I sank to the ground as tears threatened to escape.

"How do I fix this?"

"I don't think you can."