Problems In Repeat

Chapter 2: More Than I Can Handle

Ronnie and I were quiet as we drove past the snow and hundreds of different people. Finally, I was glad I didn't have to start the conversation. "So Alex, where do you live?" He asked, with his sweet, angelic voice. "I don't live anywhere really. I used to live with my friend, Catherine, but her mom kicked me out because she thought I was a bad influence on Catherine." I looked down at my hands. "Since then I've been moving from hotel to hotel, getting full time jobs and everything just trying to pay for my own house." I could easily tell Ronnie didn't want to look soft but he took my hand again and leaned over to me. He kissed my cheek and I blushed so crazily I looked like a perfectly red tomato. "I'm sorry that was kind of sudden Alex... I just feel bad for you... Knowing that you have to spend all those nights and days alone... I've been doing that too... It kind of feels nice to know that I'm not the only one who's alone." He smiled at me thoughtfully. I smiled back and he looked up the road and screeched to a stop. The cacophony of the tires hurt my ears. Ronnie's eyes were filled with fear and I looked ahead to see the man from the gas station and last night standing in front of our car. Ronnie's emotions turned from fear into anger. I could tell by the way his eyebrows twitched. The man gave us his terrifying smile and pointed a Desert Eagle at us. He gestured for Ronnie to get out of the car. Ronnie glanced at me and I could tell he was trying to tell me to stay calm. He slowly moved out of the car and the man shot him in the shoulder, then in the leg. I screamed as I watched Ronnie fall over.

I didn't care if I got shot, so I jumped out of my seat and ran over to him. He was screaming and in pain. I stood up, blood on my hands from trying to help my friend. I slowly made my way over to the man as he put his finger back on the trigger, and pointed his gun at me. For once, the man looked scared. I felt as though he could tell I was angry. I don't know if it was adrenaline rushing through me, or if it was just pure anger, but I managed to take the gun away from him, and pointed it back at him. I shot him straight through his heart, dropped the gun on the ground, and ran back to Ronnie. I was so glad he hadn't gone into shock, and I immediatly called an ambulance. I tried to keep Ronnie awake until the ambulance showed up, but he just sat there, not moving. I was so scared I found myself crying. My tears fell onto his cheeks and his slightest movements made me happy to know he was still alive. At last, the ambulance arrived and Ronnie was put onto a gurney, and taken into the ambulance. I followed the ambulance in Ronnie's car, glancing back every ten seconds to make sure that man was dead for sure. I wasn't sure why they just left his body there, that's the thing that confused me most. But I was more worried about Ronnie. We had met only last night and he was so special to me already. It was like a fairy tale. And I wanted to know if there was going to be a happily ever after. But I knew that Ronnie probably had a fiance, or girlfriend, or wife waiting for him. And besides, why would he fall in love with me?

I met Ronnie at his hospital bed at about 12:00 AM. He was asleep and I stayed with him until I had to use the restroom. I got up, glanced back at the sleeping Ronnie, and went into the bathroom. While I was washing my hands, I heard Ronnie scream, and I ran out the door and over to his room. I burst through the door to see someone wearing all black injecting something into Ronnie's arm. My first instinct was to punch them in the face, so I did so. I tried to figure out if they were male or female while I called the nurses in. Panic and adrenaline rushed through my body as I held the person to the ground. Ronnie lay still on the bed, eyes wide open, and luckily still breathing. As three nurses and a doctor rushed in, the person kicked me off of them, and pinned me down to the ground. As I stared into their emerald green eyes, my mind went blank and all I could hear was Ronnie screaming, and nurses shouting. I could see the security guards dragging and handcuffing this person, and pushing them onto the ground. A nurse with red hair and red eyes helped me up, and I still couldn't hear or see straight.

My mind finally returned as the security guards dragged off that mysterious person, and I ran over to Ronnie immediatly. "Ronnie! What's wrong with him?! Do something to help him! What'd they inject into him? Ronnie don't die! I love you too much to let you die!" I screamed and the red headed nurse tried to calm me down. I felt my eyes filling with tears as Ronnie was gasping for air. At last... My nightmare came true. Ronnie stopped moving. I was crying and trying to make him breathe again, but the nurses tried to keep me away from him. "He's the only person that ever seemed to love me! I need to save him!" I shouted and suddenly, I collapsed to the ground. Now I was the one gasping for air, trying to breathe, panicking, and worrying about the only person I loved most. I passed out and when I woke up, there was Ronnie. Standing over me, smiling and with a bandaged arm and leg, Ronnie kissed me. I blushed as he did the same. "W-what happened?" I asked, still thinking about the kiss. "Well first, the nurses told me that you panicked over me, and I thought that was extremely kind of you. But you should know that you don't need to worry about me. And they also said that you had an anxiety attack, and passed out."

"Oh... Hey Ronnie can I ask you something?" I inquired with a slight squeak in my voice. "Yeah sure. Go ahead and ask anything you want." He responded to me as he sat down on the chair next to me. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I stared at his beautiful smile, and his angelic voice ringing in my ears. My face turned red and I stuttered so terribly I don't even think he could tell what I was asking. Finally, I got up enough courage to tell it to him straight. WITHOUT STUTTERING. "Ronnie I um... I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out some time?" I covered my face and waited for an answer. I moved my fingers slightly so I could see him through them. When I looked at his expression, he was smiling at me and suddenly, seeing that smile of his, made my butterlies fly away, made my anxiety less crazy, and made me fall even more in love. He moved my hands and hugged me. He whispered in my ear his answer. "That'd be nice, Alex. And by the way, my last name is Radke. You know, kind of like that singer." I smiled and let go of the hug. Wow. So he's not in a relationship, he's cute, he cares about me, we just met and he already said yes to a date. So love at first sight really does exist! I thought to myself as we stood up, and walked out the door. He held my hand and we walked back to the car. I kept glancing back behind me, feeling as though someone was watching us.

Ever since Ronnie showed up to help me, I've been less scared, less scared to face reality, less scared to communicate with other living beings, less scared to express my feelings. I knew what I was feeling at that point. I was feeling like I was in love. I felt like a twelve-year-old girl who had just discovered a new teen singer. I guess it was just the way Ronnie looked at me, the way he smiled so beautifully, the way his laugh seemed to sound like the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard, the way he just loved me made me feel so happy and not so insecure as I used to be. He made me feel like the queen of the world just by smiling at me. When we started driving, Ronnie turned on the radio in his car to the Rock Station. We laughed as they played the Falling In Reverse song Fashionably Late. We sang along together and talked about how funny it was that Ronnie looked like Ronnie Radke and had the same name. After a while I fell asleep and Ronnie drove us to the hotel he was staying at. When I woke up I was laying on Ronnie's bed with him on the couch. He was playing games on his phone and he turned his head to me and smiled. I smiled back at him and he walked over and sat next to me.

I looked out the window to see a dark figure watching us, with those same green emerald eyes I saw at the hospital. I'm pretty sure Ronnie saw my expression because he looked at the same spot I was looking. He jumped up and walked over to the window. I didn't want him to go because I knew he'd get hurt again. Suddenly, Ronnie fell to the ground, and the person jumped through the window. Ronnie was unconcious, I was a defenseless eighteen-year-old girl who hadn't had any fighting experience, and I was face to face, with yet again, another killer.