Ross POV
The past two weeks were the slowest in my life. I FaceTimed Jacqueline as much as I could but it wasn't the same as being with her in person. The last show of the tour was tomorrow night in LA. I couldn't wait any longer. I was scared for Jacqueline. Her dad was beating her. I couldn't take it any longer. I put my guitar down, threw the blankets off my bed, pulled on a shirt, grabbed my phone and ran out of the hotel room, out downstairs, out of the lobby to the street. I got a cab and in a few hours later I was on a plan to New Jersey. I arrived around nine a.m. EST. I rented a jeep and drove to Jacqueline's house. My phone was blowing up with texts and calls from the band. I finally answered Riker. "Ross, where are you!? This isn't-"
He started to rant but I cut him off. "I'm in New Jersey."
"Ross this isn't funny we have a show in-wait! what? You've gotta be kidding me right now!"
But he knew I wasn't. "Riker, I couldn't take it any longer! Don't worry, I'll be back in time for the show.:
"You better be! And you better be warmed up. And you better give the best damn performance of your life." He hung up. I had to move quickly. I decided to go to Jacqueline's house first. I saw her dad sitting on the side porch. I parked the car and ran at him. I was so angry. I hit him. Hard. I kicked him, I did anything I could to hurt the man who hurt Jacqueline.
Nicole POV
I was walking down the street (It was Wednesday-I always cut on Wednesday) and I heard screaming from the brat's house. I ran over and saw Ross beating up Jacqueline's dad. I called the cops! Once this story got out all the fans would hate Jacqueline and Ross and love me and Ellington.
Ross POV
I heard sirens. Shit. What did I do? At least he was still alive. A cop car screeched to a stop on the road and two cops got out. "Hands up!" roared one, while the other grabbed Jacqueline's dad in his arms. I was handcuffed. "You're coming with us." We drove to the police station. I've really done it this time. Jacqueline's dad was taken to the hospital while I got mugshots taken. I knew these would be all over twitter in a merger of hours. I was put in a cell where I was told to wait. I was there for a half hour when someone came in. It was Jacqueline. Oh god. What would she say?
"Babe." She looked at me. "What are ya doing?"
"Well, I was trying to be romantic and pick you up from school and then I saw your dad and I couldn't hold myself back and I'm sorry! It was supposed to be a surprise, but well...surprise!" I smiled sheepishly.
"Well, Ross, you've done it this time. I'll called Riker and-"
"you did?! Oh god, he's gonna kill me-"
"I'm sure he'll figure out a way to bail you out soon enough. But until then..." She reached her hand through the metal bars and grabbed me by the collar. She pulled me in and kissed me on the lips. She whispered in my ear, "You know what?"
"What?" I whispered back.
"Kissing a man through a jail cell is very, very sexy." She whispered. I leaned in and continued to kiss her. I felt her hand grabbing the hair on the back on my head.
I whispered, "I don't care if I have to stay here all my life as long as you're safe. And I get to do this every day." I looked her in the eye and she looked back at me. We sat down but kept holding hands through the bar.
She finally said, "So, tell me. Is it hard to make-out while handcuffed?" I looked at her and couldn't believe that she could have a sense of humor at a time like this. That's why I needed her in my life. She was my better half, and I loved her for it. All I could do was laugh so hard that tears came out of my eyes. She started laughing at me...and the giggles are contagious. We didn't stop laughing at our present situation until the door opened.
