Rock N' Roll Junkie

Chapter 2: It's All Fun N' Games till You Get Your Heart Broken

Bobbie's POV- August, 1989

The past two months, I've been hanging out with Rachel a lot, and I'm pretty sure we're turning into something beautiful.

"Bobbie, how do you want this cooked?" Rachel asks, standing in the walkway between the kitchen and living room.

"What are you making?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, I'm not sure. We just order takeout." He says, frowning.

He's been trying to be romantic, but sometimes it doesn't work out, like tonight.

"Come here. Just come lay with me." I say, motioning him to me.

He sits beside me.

"How about we entertain ourselves?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

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"Vinny! Vinny!" I yell, my voice shaking.

"What? What? Do you realize it's 3 AM?!" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

I hand him the pregnancy test with shaking hands. I am seriously going to hell.

"You're pregnant?" He whispers, placing the test on the counter.

"I can't believe it. How am I gonna tell Rachel? Vince, how am I gonna tell Rachel?!" I ask, freaking out.

"Hey, it's alright. We're going to go there tomorrow morning, and tell him. You're going to be okay." Vince says, pulling me into a hug.

We stand in the bathroom, hugging each other while I cry for what seems like hours.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, Vinny. Let's get to bed." I say, smiling weakly.

"It's fine. You get some sleep, too." Vince says, kissing my head and walking to his room.

I drag myself to my room, and crawl into bed, attempting to sleep.

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"What are you doing, Bobbie?" Vince whisper-yells as I climb over the fence of Rachel's house.

"This is important, and I'm not going to just wait around until he opens his stupid door." I say, landing on the ground.

"We're going to get charged with trespassing."

"Since when did you care?"

He stops talking after that and follows me to the back door. I pick the lock quickly, and allow myself inside.

I walk into the living room and scream.

Rachel was laying on some girl, thrusting himself into her while she moaned.

"What the fuck, Bobbie?!" Rachel shouts, pulling a pillow over himself after he jumps off her.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" The girl says, sitting up.

"You shut the fuck up." I say, pointing to the whore.

Rachel looked as shocked as ever.

"I didn't know that you were coming over. I would've cl-"

"You would've made sure all the girls were gone before I came over, right? Well, here," I toss him the pregnancy test, "that's all I wanted to give you. Have fun." I say, walking out the front door.

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The last few weeks have been hell. Rachel's been calling everyday, Marilyn is sick with a cold, and the boys have been around everyday.