Authors Note: its been a while I know,, im sorry, I wont go into details because I explained it all on my profile aready, but I will say this. IM IN LOVE! Lol um, okay, chappie song is Lie By David Cook here you go!
Tommy pov
After realizing that the girl, Spencer, did in fact know me, I bolted from the stupid clinic as fast as I could. There was no way I could face that without it being on twitter that Adam Lamberts Guitarist was raped in a van. Poor pathetic Tommy. No! Didn’t I deal with enough crap to not have go through that?! No, I was just gonna have to deal with this the best way I knew how. The rest of the band wouldn’t like it but, personally, I don’t see how it effects their lives any, this was about me; no one else. I sighed as I pulled into my driveway and saw Adam’s black Mercedes. There was no getting out of this, I couldn’t tell him what happened, he would probably blame me. And I couldn’t deal with that. I would tell him I got help, that I am gonna stop cutting, all of it. And he would believe me, because I have never lied to him. I looked to my seat and saw the four bottles of JD I had gotten at the store and decided it would be best to hide them in my car and get them after he left. I couldn’t be on the mend drinking, he would see right through that.
As I walked through the door, I heard him call me. After putting my keys on the counter, I walked into my bedroom and saw him on the bed looking casual and worried at the same time. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked, his blue eyes piercing mine, and it took everything in me not jump on him and smash my lips to his freckled ones. I bit my lip to keep calm, and his eyes flashed before he began to talk.
“where did you go today?” he asked softly.
“I’m getting help” I said, the lie falling from lips without force.
“Good. Are you, are you going to be okay?” he asked with worry dripping from his voice.
“yeah, I will be” I told him, it hurt to think I was gonna be lying for however long it took me to get over this, but at this moment I saw I had no choice. Nothing I did at this point mattered anymore, as long as no one knew about it.
“Did you want me to leave?” he asked uncertainly. I didn’t want him to, but I wanted him so badly, I needed him to leave. I didn’t trust my voice so I simply nodded. A look of hurt flashed through his eyes before he smiled and bid me goodnight before leaving. I ran to the window and watched as he got into his car and left. After making sure he was gone, I ran outside and with fear coursing through my veins, I got my alcohol and ran back inside. I opened the first and downed as much as I could before choking, when it dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten in a while. Like, a long while. I was sure I had eaten an omelet or something right? Oh, no, that was last week. I groaned in shame when I realized I hadn’t eaten since last week. I walked over to the fridge gulping more JD and opened it. It was pretty much bare aside from Mike’s beers. I shrugged and walked away going to the couch and sitting down, drinking more of the scorching liquid. I didn’t want to watch TV, so I just turned on some music let myself get carried away on the note of a shrieking guitar.
Waking up the next morning to pounding on my door was not how I expected to start my morning. Because of the startle, I fell off the couch onto all fours with my heart pounding and my chest heaving. Not ok! And god damn the headache cometh through! I tenderly got up kicking over the now empty bottle of JD before I picked it up and threw it away on the way to the front door. I looked through the peephole and saw Isaac looking tired with coffee in his hands. I ripped open the door grabbed is shirt, pulled him through the door, and then snatched the coffee from his hands and started sipping it. He looked at me amused before walking to the couch and slouching down onto it. He looked up at me and frowned and I realized I hadn’t even said hi. Oh well, coffee is more important than stupid greetings. He smiled and clapped my back as I sat down. And for the first time, I felt almost normal. I realized at that moment, I could do this. I could lie.
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Im very tired, I was in school today, my dance class sucked im sick, and now, im gonna go take cold meds. See you all soon!
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