Being a Rockstar's Girl.

The Face of a Dead Star

I ran outside, Marilyn hadn't moved from his spot, he was just looking at Edgar. "Pogo! You get ahold of Trent?" I asked. He slowly looked at me and nodded. I went up to him. "Are you okay?" He nodded. "Fine." I glanced at Cara. "What about you? Are you hurt? At all?" She just shook her head, she was in shock. Everyone was.

I nodded, hugged them both and walked up to Cal and Zim. "Zim? Are you hurt." He diverted his attention away from Cal, who was wrapped in his arms. "Busted lip. That's all." I nodded. "Cal?" I looked through Zim's arms. "I'm fine Nikki, Zim and I are fine. Are you okay?" I didn't answer. I knew I was hurt, but I would be fine too. I returned inside to find Marilyn hadn't moved a muscle. I would come back to him. I went in the living room to find Twiggy cleaning up things. "Twiggy? Are you alright? Hurt?" He glanced up at me. "No. Fine." I nodded.

I turned around and my heart felt like it had literally stopped beating. Stormy was looking at me, one arm holding herself up against the wall. She had blood pouring out of her mouth and her other hand was holding her side. "Stormy?" I slowly walked up to her. She tried to walk up to me. All the sudden, she collapsed. "Stormy!!!" I ran to her.

I sat down and turned her over to look at me, Marilyn glanced over. "Twiggy!!!!!" I screamed through my tears. "Shhh. Stop crying..." Stormy said this while reaching up and wiping my tears.

Twiggy ran up and bent down, gently kissing Stormy while a tear he had tried to hide slid down his cheek. I could hear Marilyn in the distance on the phone with 911. I looked at Stormy and more tears poured down my face. "Don't leave me." Her eyes fluttered and she took a gasp of air in. "Shut up. Don't be a baby. I'm doing great Nikki." She replied between gasps. Her eyes began to glaze over and my pulse quickened. Twiggy was sitting next to me, silently, he was rubbing her leg. "Babe..." He looked at her and looked away. Not even Twiggy could bare the sight. She looked bad, real bad.

Blood covered her face now and her hair stuck to her face. She was still holding her side and her head was in my lap. Trent walked through the door and picked up Edgar's body, not saying a word. He quickly carried him out. I knew Trent was going to help us cover it up. "Stormy. Your 18, pull through this." She gave me a faint smile. And about 5 minutes later, two cops came in with paramedics and put Stormy on a stretcher. I tried to stay calm. Marilyn still hadn't talked to me.

The cops asked what happened and we told them that Stormy was helping put away dishes and she tripped, falling on the knife. They bought it and everyone else was already at the hospital. Trent briefed them with the story we were supposed to tell. The cops had already asked Stormy what happened and she told them the same thing.

Marilyn had Twiggy come get us and drive us to the hospital. We rode in silence, not one word was spoken. When we got to the hospital Marilyn and I went into Stormy's room.

"Hey killer." I faked a laugh and greeted Stormy with Marilyn's arm around my shoulders.

She laughed gently and froze in pain. My heart jolted. "You have a Twiggy to marry! You have to pull through this!" This time I faked a smile, careful not to make her laugh again. She smiled, she always had a smile on her face, even as she lay dying. She shook her head and looked at Marilyn. He nodded, they were hiding something from me. I jerked out from under Marilyn's arm. "What is it?" Marilyn looked at me, then Stormy. "Tell her." He instructed and she patted next to her on the bed. I walked over slowly and gently sat down. "Nikki. I was never getting married. I was never engaged. I kept asking you your opinion because Marilyn wanted you to have the perfect wedding. We tricked you. We tricked you into planning your own wedding. That's why I got so quiet at the dress shop." My jaw dropped and I looked at Marilyn. He just nodded again. "He was going to propose to you tonight, when we got home. And if you refused, Twiggy and I would just get married and play it off." I looked at her, stunned. She smiled. And I glanced at Marilyn again. He was looking at the ground.

"Thank you for that, Stormy. I'll be back in the morning, you need rest. Pull through girl." She smiled and I kissed her forehead.

I notified Twiggy that we were leaving and Marilyn agreed.

Twiggy let us borrow his car and we made our way home. Still driving I decided to figure a few things out. Marilyn was in the passenger seat. "Listen, I know all this was, hard, really hard. I completely understand if you don't want to see me anymore. You've been quiet and I got the hint. When we get back I'll pack my stuff and stay with Cal. I've already talked to her." I said all this with my eyes glued to the road.

I saw Marilyn look at me out if the corner of my eye. "Pull into the CVS." I took a deep breath and did as I was told. He got out if the car without saying a word and he came back out a moment later, sliding into the passenger seat again.

"Babe. Listen to me." I looked at him. Eyes forming tears. "I have loved you since you were 8 years old. Today you are 21. That's 13 years. What makes you think in going to stop loving you now?" I just looked at him. "Why have you been so quiet?" He kept his eyes in mine, "A lot of reasons." He looked at the floor and I turned to face him.

"Like what baby?" He looked up. "Trent disposed of the body. Edgar is dead, I killed him. Stormy is dying. You think I didn't notice, but you hurt your head when he threw you on the ground. And another small detail that doesn't matter." He almost hissed when he said he while talking about Edgar slamming my head into the ground. And he said the last sentence so fast I almost didn't catch it.

"What's the small detail?" I almost whispered this, and he looked at me, scared, before turning to face me as well. He lifted his shirt and showed a large gash across his stomach. In suddenly remember the grunting noise he had made after i had seen the flash of light. Stormy wasn't the only one stabbed. I gasped.

"Come on, let's get home, I'll take care of it." He nodded as I put the vehicle into drive and he pulled a box out of the bag. A needle and some black thread.

Once we got home I stitched up Marilyn and put Neosporin on his wound. He flinched once or twice but in the end he was fine.

We tried to get to sleep but we couldn't. Both of out minds were too busy. Mine produced multiple questions. Would anyone find out about Edgar? Would Stormy live? Would Marilyn and I pull through? Would I ever speak to Cal again? All the sudden I felt alone and depressed. As though he knew I was getting down, Marilyn pulled me into his arms and held me, with his chin on the top of my head.