Your My Only Hope (Jacky Vincent fanfic)

ch 22

       "onward!" I called as jacky ran out of the hospital and to the mini van. Jacky stopped and let me slide off his back. He opened passenger side door for me and closed it when i was in. Jacky walked to the other side and started the car. Once it was started he opened the back seat door and got in closing the door after him. 

      I leaned forward and flipped threw the radio stations when Ronnie opened the door and got buckled up. He turned to me. " ok so you are staying with us at the hotel. So lets go get some of your clothes and head over their." He turned forward again and pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street to my house.

       "if you don't mind me asking, do you live with that guy that did this to you?" Ronnie asked motioning to my arm while taking his eyes off the road momentarily and then returning them to the road.

       "yes." I said my voice bitter with hatred.

       "ok we will have to be fast when we get your stuff then." He said.

        "me probably won't be home he will most likely be at the bar or gambling." I said my nose crinkling as i mentioned gambling.

       "ok." Ronnie said ending the conversation. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride.

       When we arrived i got out and grabbed the key from under the rock and unlocked the house letting them in. "sorry about the mess. I never have time to clean." I apologized.

     "its fine. Now go get your stuff." Jacky said smiling at me. I walked up the stairs and into my room. I grabbed a black and white checkered backpack and put some clothes, socks, underwear, bras, my brush, my hair straightener, my tooth bush and paste , phone charger ,and deodorant.

     I zipped up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and looked at my guitar debating if i should bring it. What the h*ll I'll bring it. I grabbed my gig bag and put my amp cord, pic, and my dean guitar that me and emily customized. Before walking out of my room i grabbed my song book and walked down stairs to meet the guys.

     "you have everything?" Jacky asked as he took my guitar and Ronnie took my backpack and walked to the car.

    "yup!" I said walking out after them and closed the door. I climbed in the passenger side door as Ronnie and jacky got in the seats they where is earlier.

     "what kind of guitar do you have? What colour is it? What model is it?" Jacky fired question at me. I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

    "wait till we get to the hotel. Do you have an amp there i have my cord." I said with a smile on my face.

     "yes." Jacky said dragging out the S. We looked like a little kid in a candy shop.

      "ok i might let you play it." I said smirking. His smile got even bigger. "ohhh we're here." I said getting out and grabbing my stuff. Ronnie grabbed my backpack and i carried my guitar. Jacky opened the door for us. He clicked the button to the elevator and we waited for it to arrive.

     When it arrived we got in and jacky clicked the button to the 4th floor where they are staying. The whole time jacky was smiling like a freak. The elevator stopped and beeped signaling it was our floor.

     Jacky rushed out and speed walked to the door. He pulled out the key card and opened the door leaving me and Ronnie to walk.

     Me and Ronnie walked threw the door to find ron, derek, and Ryan sitting on the couch watching a horror movie. Jacky was sitting on the bed in the corner the amp out and he was tuning his signature green guitar.

     I took my bag from Ronnie so he could watch the movie with the rest of the guys. I walked over to the bed jacky was in and put my bag on the floor and my guitar on the bed. He stopped tuning and intently watched me open my case.

     I pulled out my cord and pic from the front compartment first. I grabbed the zipper and unzipped my guitar from the case and pulled it out.

     It is a dean custom 550 floyd. The back of the fret board was sanded down a tiny bit, the body a normal size, the front was black, on the back it was white and had "nightmare" in black letters written on it, two red hand prints marked each side if the word, side dividing the black and white was fading from the black to white, and on the back of the fret board it had red finger prints.

     "that is f*cking awesome!" Jacky almost yelled. The guys turned to look at what jacky was yelling about. Their eyes got wide and they all said d*mn that's awesome! I handed it to jacky and he tuned it and played it for a little while.

     He handed it back to me. "it plays as awesome as it looks! Do you want to play some songs together?" He asked. Put the guitar in my lap.

    "sure! What song?" I asked him.

    "any song you know really." He looked at me.

     "how about bulls in the Bronx by Peirce the veil? Or second and Sebring by of mice and men?" I asked.

      "sure!" He said humming the tune to bulls in the bronx.

~a.n~

        Would any of you guys like a bvb, Peirce the veil, of mice and men, sleeping with sirens, asking Alexandria, or a nother falling in reverse one? Leave a comment with which band and member and i will write some of the. Thanks for reading!