Ronnie Radke Love Story

Relief

Ronnie's pov

Kitty is shaking next to me, I look down at her, and she looks terrible, her skin is so pale... And covered in fresh and healing injuries. Her face looks haunted and her eyes are huge with fear. Even though, I can't help but admire her beauty. We get to the bus, and I gently push her ahead of me, she seems so fragile, I'm scared I'll hurt her. She walks, and sits on the nearest couch. I kneel by the driver, and tell him to take us to the hotel where I had sent the boys. He nodded, "Ronnie watch her," he warned. I glance back at Kitty, and gasp, she isn't on the couch, see the light on in the small bathroom. I run to it, and knock. I hear something metallic fall to the floor. "KITTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I scream. The door opens slowly, she's on the floor, there's blood pooling from her wrists, there are three slices on each one. I stare at her, she won't meet my eyes. She sits on her knees, feet splayed off to the side, I look around to see what she used, but nothing's out of place. "Where is it, what did you use?!" I growl, barely holding in my emotions. She doesn't move, or make a sound and it makes me want to kill her. "Kitty, get off the fucking floor!" I hiss. She looks up at me then, and suddenly it isn't her I want to kill, it's myself. In her eyes, I see more pain than I knew existed in the world, such bitter agony that I couldn't believe that she was still here. I dropped to the floor and scooped her up, weakly she protested but I ignored her, and carried her to my room at the back of the bus again. I put her on the bed then grab a first aid kit from under the bed. "No!" I hear Kitty gasp as she tries to scramble away, but I'm faster and I pin her down, I sat on top of her, and she looked terrified. "Shh, I'm just going to clean it up," I try to soothe, but it seems to make her panic more. I look down at her, she's so young, she shouldn't have had to feel the pain that she does, and in that moment, I became determined to fix her. Then I realized that I wasn't doing anything but scaring her right now. "Shit" I mutter. I get off of her, and sit on the edge the bed, "Sorry," I hear the murmur behind me. Turning, I see Kitty sitting with the first aid kit in her lap, she pushes it towards me then crawls over, to sit on her knees before me. Kitty holds out both wrists. It takes me a second before I start to move, opening the kit, I pull out what I need and get to work.

I eventually just clean all of the wounds on her arms and shoulders, and wrap up the freshest ones. When I finish, I get up and find her a shirt to wear. "Here," I hand it to her and walk out for a few minutes. I'm surprised when I go back in that she's wearing sweat pants as well, a pair I wore last night. She looks adorable. "Where should I sleep?"she asks, sounding embarrassed. Without thinking I blurt out, "In my bed!" She looks at me. Questions and anxiety fill her eyes, "You can sleep here, and I'll sleep out in a bunk," I amend quickly. She shakes her head, "I'll sleep in a bunk," she said. She crawls off to find it, but I catch her, and gently lay her out on the bed. "Stay." I command, she scowls. Laughing quietly, I go out hoping when I check on her again, she'll be asleep.

After half an hour, I go to check on Kitty, but I don't see her at first. Just before I start to panic, I notice the area by the side if my bed is covered by a blanket. Upon investigation I find Kitty burrowed in my blankets on the floor. With a sigh I lay on the bed, letting her win... Until I hear a soft chuckle from beside the bed. "Ok nope, if you're awake, I'm moving you." With that said, I scoop her off of the floor, blankets and all, then I set her on my bed. "I can't kick you out of your bed!" She said sullenly. "Fine I'll stay with you," as soon as I say it I begin to worry that I'll scare her. But she just pulls at the covers so that they're over both of us. I sigh and close my eyes.