My Little Black Swan- A Chris Motionless Fan-fiction

The Phone call..

-Chris's POV-

I entered the shower,
Sighing in relief as the hot water ran down my back,
My hands pressed against the tiled wall closing my eyes,
I rolled my shoulders and grunted at the bad back muscles from head banging and carrying heavy boxes all the time,
I got out the shower and dried off getting in some boxers and lay back in bed

***

Chris lay in bed with his dog fast asleep,
Him having extra pillows to support his sore neck and back,
The wind blew the trees against the window and howled through the old chimney that gave a cold draft that swept through the dark bedroom from the absent fireplace making sleeping Chris stir and shiver in his sleep.
At around 3am the room was filled with an alarming sound of the telephone.
Making Chris's eyes shoot open almost instantly,

-Chris's POV-

Who the fuck could that be?
I shook my head and picked it up,
"Hello? Balz if this is you I swear to god I'm gonna-
"Christopher Cerulli is that you?" I paused at a women's voice,
"Yes who is this?"
"My name is Linda Brown, I am the head of social services in your area"
"Okay and why do you want me?" I said sitting up, my voice drunk in sleep.
"We have your daughter here,"
"E..excuse me?" I said butterflies forming in my stomach,
"Your daughter sir, we have her here at the orphanage"
"What the hell is going on I don't have a daughter!" I raised my voice beginning to worry,
"Language sir, we have been trying to contact you for over a month, a lady named Laura Marsh had her taken off her and sent to an orphanage, do you recall this name?"
I stopped for a minute.
I remember.
It was a October night of 2008

***
Back at the beginning of motionless's career, tours consisted of a small van and cramped instruments in the trunk,
Drunken nights and bad driving,
Getting lost on the way to the venues was a regular occurrence.
So when one night on the way home from tour,
The van was stranded n the middle of a small town outside Pittsburgh,
The van broke down just across the street from a local bar at around midnight,
The band got out and a group of girls in short skirts began to act Reuther concerned about their vehicle and offered to lend them some place to stay back at their apartment,
Laura which was the only one Chris barely remembers at the time had dark purple hair,
She was a tanned girl, who seemed to be into 'Rough' looking boys, they all agreed and headed to their rooms in a rough hotel just across the streets.
The boys were young, stupid and thought they really cared about them,
It ended being a one night stand,
She never wanted him to use protection,
Her recalled her saying ' I hate condoms, they dint feel the same,'
Chris sat up to that and refused,
But she lay the 18 year old tattooed boy back down and got back on top of him,
With the words 'shhh don't worry I'll go on the pill tomorrow it will be fine'
And to that they continued
The next morning, Chris was practically kicked out of the hotel room and never saw Laura marsh again.
And he thought he would never hear her name again. Until this very phone call,

-Chris's POV-
"Sir? Sir?"
"Yeah sorry, uhh, yeah, I have heard of that name,"
"Alright well, I would like you to meet tomorrow at the orphanage"
"It can't be, why am I only knowing this now I can't have a kid!"
"Sir, you have two options, you can't take full custody or leave her to be brought up in the orphanage"
"Well I'll leave her there"
"Sir it is against our policy that you are to make these decisions over that phone and not even laid eyes on the child, I will text you the address and pop by tomorrow we have some things to discuss,"
I sighed and rubbed my eyes,
"Mam you know who I am right? I don't have the right job to have a kid, I am a fucking rockstar"
"Well you can make up your mind tomorrow, now if you will excuse me I have crying children to take care of, good night sir"
She then hung up,
My shaky hand put down the phone as I let out a shaky breath and put my hands though my hair
I looked up,
I..I think I'm having a panic attack,
My heart beating rapidly in my ears as I lay back,
I grunted and slammed down the mobile onto the ground,
I lay back and snuggled into banshee,
I kissed it's little head and it sniffed my shirt.
I closed my eyes,
I am so not mentally prepared for what has to come for tomorrow.

Hey guys,
Hope you enjoyed the second chapter,
I am beginning to get into this story,
I enjoy writing it and I hope you like it.
What do you think of the third person style of writing in the story?
Good,or bad?
Comment what you think,
I am sorry it ain't as long,
I love you guys,
Seeya
Gem
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