I Will Catch You. (Steven Tyler fanfiction) *WILL BE EDITED SOON!*

Chapter 29: Almost

1 week later

7pm

I was bursting at the seams. The party was tonight, and Lindsey had just landed and was on her way.

Steven came in from finishing getting ready and I started jumping up and down.

Steven giggled. "Relax there jumping bean!" He pulled me into a quick kiss.

"What do you expect?! My best friend is about to be here!!" I exclaimed.

Steven smiled.

About a minute later, Steven's doorbell rang. I almost ran to the door, sliding in my sock feet.

I opened the door and Lindsey was smiling wide on the other side.

"Holy crap, Lindsey!!!!" I jumped on her and hugged her, tangling my legs around her waist.

She laughed and set me down.

"Oh my gosh Hannah, I've missed you so much!!"

I pulled her in and shut the door.

I dragged her into the living room and we sat down on the couch.

Steven entered from the kitchen and smiled.

"How ya doin Lindsey?" He said hugging her lightly.

I was ecstatic. "So? What's happened in the time I haven't been in Long Island?" I asked Linds.

"Welllll..." She looked love struck.

"Who is he?" I asked, knowing that look.

"A guy... Who's in a band...we just started texting recently because he had to go back to LA."

Before I could answer, Steven's doorbell rang again.

He went and opened it and the smiling faces of the rest of Aerosmith appeared.

They all came in and made their way to the living room.

Joe made his way to Lindsey. "Hey babe" he said, kissing her on the cheek.

I raised my eyebrows.

Lindsey smiled at me. "This is the guy"

I chuckled. "Joe Perry is the guy?!"

She laughed. "Yessssssssss" she looked up at Joe adoringly.

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

I walked into the kitchen and bumped Steven's hip.

He winked seductively and grabbed my waist.

"Why don't we get the drinks flowing?" He asked.

I smiled seductively back at him. "Lets do it!"

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About 3 hours later, we were all sufficiently drunk. I was laughing and entangled in Steven's lap, and Lindsey in Joe's.

Just then my cell phone rang. I clumsily got out of Steven's lap somehow and grabbed it off the kitchen counter. I actually remembered where it was.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hannah, how are you?" My mom said sternly.

"Mom..w-what you're calling?" I slurred.

"Yes dear. I'm sure you're already in LA, but I called to inform you that we cut you off. We disowned you. I'm sorry. We can still talk occasionally, we still love you, but it's for your own good. Have a good life out there." Then she hung up.

The tears fell. I was drunk, yes, but my parents just basically said they aren't having anything to do with me anymore. I knew they weren't happy with my choices, but I didn't think they would do this.

Dark thoughts I had filed away a long time ago came back into my body.

Steven was at my side instantly but I ran down the hall into the bathroom as my heart beat with sadness and anxiety.

I closed and locked the door and collapsed on the floor. The tears flowed and my vision blurred as I grabbed the razor on the bathtub.

I tried to steady my breathing enough to do the deed.

I could hear Steven through the door.

"Hannah, open up b-baby! What's wrong?! Are you okay?"

I didn't answer, and I braced myself as I slid the razor along my inner arm. The blood ran, along with the pain, but it wasn't enough.

I slashed again and again.

My vision got spotty.

And my heart rate slowed down.

The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Steven breaking down the door and kneeling over me, yelling "Call 911 now!! HURRY!!!"

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