Sorry I haven't updated lately, i got my laptop taken away, but here's another chapter. I dont even know when this is going to end to be honest.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Josh has been on tour for a month now. He was only a couple of cities over for a show tonight and Dalia and I planned on going. We didn’t bother telling Josh, we got floor tickets and I knew some of the securities guards so we could get close to the front. We stood in the line for about an hour before the doors opened. We were about third row back until I had seen an old friend, who was working security, he let both Dalia and I over the barriers. It had taken Josh about three songs to actually notice us. It was when he got to the song Porcelain when he mentioned us to the crowd. He smiled at me and winked before saying anything. He got halfway through the song then stopped.
“Sorry but to make this right I have to invite two special people up on stage.” He looked down and nodded his head at Dalia and I. “My fiancé Porcelain and my sister in-law, to be, Dalia.” The security guards lead us up on stage then when back to their positions. Josh made Dalia and I stand on either side of him. He first turned to Dalia. “This is Dalia, she is-“he stopped mid-sentence and turned to me. “Let’s start with Porce. This is Porcelain, my EX fiancé.” I turned to Josh shocked and crying. He pushed me back to the edge of the stage, and with a final push he sent my body back. I hit my head on the barriers, only hearing shrieking, and the devilish laugh Josh and Mike.
Screaming I sat up in my bed and clawed at my bed sheets. “JOSH NO!” I was sweating and my heart was pounding as I lay on my bed. The door to Josh and mine’s room swung open and Josh ran to my side. I had tears running down my face as Josh wrapped his arms around me.
“Porce!” He pushed my hair out of my face a grabbed my chin. “PORCE LOOK AT ME.” I shook my head and held my eyes closed tight. Still clawing at the sheets I started to kick my legs. “Porcelain, look at me. It’s Josh!” I stopped kicking and loosened my grip on the sheets. I slowly opened my eyes and watched Josh’s pale blue eyes meet with mine. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. When I lifted my head I saw Matt, Mike and Ian. I buried my face again from embarrassment and held Josh tighter. “Could you guys give us a second.” I lifted my head again just as Matt started to walk away, Ian was right behind him, but Mike stood for a while. I smiled and nodded my head after he mouthed to me, asking if I was okay. I pushed away from Josh and jumped out of bed. “What was that?” I shrugged.
“Just a bad dream.” I headed to the closet and grabbed my towel off the door, I then started for the bathroom but Josh stopped me.
“The past three days I’ve been here you’ve had bad dreams.” I shrugged.
“It’s really nothing; I’d tell you if it was important.” I kissed Josh’s forehead just before walking into the bathroom and locking the door. I heard him walk to the door and shake the handle. I heard him sigh as he slid down the door.
I unlocked the door just before jumping into the shower. When I heard Josh stand up I thought he would just walk away, but he tried the door again. It opened and I heard him laugh. “What are they about?” I stood silent in the shower as Josh walked to the counter. I ignored the question and proceeded to wash my hair. I so badly wanted to tell him. Tell him that ever since he got home I was dreaming of him leaving. I wanted to tell him everything. Before I could say anything he slammed his hands on the wall. “WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME!” I flinched and stood still until I got the nerve to yell back.
“I DIDN’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THEM JOSH. WHY CAN’T YOU EXCEPT THAT.” I quiet down a bit and stopped the shower. “I told you It was nothing, so leave it alone.”
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My Name is Porcelain (A Marianas Trench Fan-Fic)
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