Gwendolyn

Chapter 13 : Encounters

Jake's POV :

Things had been going well between Gwen and me for the past month. We have spent nearly every day together for the past month, since we made it official. Even if we had a choice, I think that we would choose to be by eachother so much. She made me so very happy. I haven't felt like this in a while, and I have never felt the way I feel about her for anyone else. I was crazy about her. Her touch drove me insane. I've only known her for five months, but she set my heart on fire. I would do anything for her.

We've been on tour for a month, and it's been the best month of my life.

I knew Gwen was enjoying the tour being a mystery, and exploring wherever she woke up, that day. But, I had to tell her where we would be in the next couple of days. I needed her to be ready.

I waited until she got out of the shower and got dressed. She walked out of the bathroom in thight black pants and a baggy black stuirt. The simplicity was refreshing, compared to the glitx her maganger was trying to get her to wear. I handed her the coffee I had waiting for her.

"Hey, Angel." I kissed her on the forehead. "I need to talk to you about something. I know that you don't like to know where we're going. next . But, we're going to be in your hometown for a show, soon."

The smile disappeared from her face. "Oh." She drank her coffee, bleakly. 'Thank you for telling me. What's the harm, I guess." She set the coffee down and walked back to the bunks.

I followed. "Are you alright?" I peaked behind the curtain to her bed. She had gotten in there quickly.

"Yeah. I just want to chill for a little bit." She stared out the window at the sights passing y.

She never talked like this. "Gwen... " I put my hand on her leg.

"I'm fine. Reallly." She managed a smile. I didn't believe it, but she said she needed her space.

We had only talked in basic detail about her earlier life. When she was eight, her parents split. Her dad had been cheating and her mom blamed Gwen for driving them apart. Her dad left them, and her mom would drink and hit her. When she was sixteen, she starting dating some dude. He hurt her, too. They dated until she was twenty, when she finally left him. I could understand why she wouldn't want to go back there.

I sat down in my bunk. When she was ready to talk, I would be right there.Gwen's POV :

I never wanted to go home.

I didn't have a reason to. And I didn't want to.

When Jake told me where we were headed, I shut down.

We would be there tomorrow morning.

So much had happened there. And I just wanted to melt into my bed.

I knew Jake was trying, but there were too many thoughts running through my head.

Before I knew it, I was asleep...

"Wake up."
I felt someone pushing me towards the edge of the bed.

"I said wake up."
I fell to the floor.

"I'm up. What." I rubbed the fresh bump on my head and collected myself and the pile of blankets that fell with me.

"I'm trying to watch a movie. I need the bed." Trevor waited for me to leave.

Why he needed to be alone to watch a movie, I didn't know.

I walked out to the couch and threw on netflix. I was too tired to care what he wanted.

I was zoning out to Futurama when I heard his footsteps.

"What?" I looked up at him.

"Get off the internet. My movie is stalling." He looked at me in aggrivation.

I could hear his movie playing just fine, in the next room. So what did he want?...

"Your movie is fine..I can hear it." I went back to my show.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that." He grabbed my hair and dragged me off the couch. He started hitting me and telling me how I'm a bitch.

"Why don't you wake the fuck up," He spat.

"What?" I stared at him as I started to black out.

"Wake up."

"Gwen, Wake up."

I opened my eyes. Jake was staring at me, concerned.

"What? I'm up. I'm awake...." I rubbed my eyes.

He looked upset. "You were sleeping weird. Rolling a lot. Covering your face. Are you okay?" He brushed a sweaty hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah just... Bad dreams." I realised how warm I was. My hand hurt from clenching the blanket.

"Alright." He smiled at me, trying to mask his concern. (And failing). "I thought I would wake you up and let you know that we're there."

I shot up, banging my head on my ceilling. "I thought we weren't getting there until tomorrow??" What the hell...

"It is tomorrow.." He climbed onto my bunk, kissing my throbbing head. "You've been asleep since yesterday. It's 10 am."

"Oh..." I didn't know what to feel. I knew it was just a town, and I knew I was only afraid of the people. But this place held so many memories.... "We should get food. I don't know. There are good places, and I don't think anyone shitty should be there." By that, I meant my mom would be passed out drunk, most likely. And, last I hear, Trevor moved out of town.

I threw on a black hoodie and leggings. I put my hair in a bun. Jake and I set out to my favorite restaurant. It was a quaint little Italian place. We made it through our first course. I was nervous for the show tonight.

"You'll be alright. I promise. You know that I'll be right there with you the whole night." Jake was reassuring. And I felt safer with him there.

I returned his smile. "Thank you."

We were heading onto dessert when I saw a familiar face outside. It couldn't be... I didn't know if he saw me. Or if it was him. I hid my face behind the drink menu.

"What?" Jake pulled it down, just enough to see my eyes.

"We need to go. Now." I tried to hide the panic in my voice as the door opened at the front of the restaurant. "Please," I added.

Jake didn't question me. He just nodded, left money on the table with a more than generous tip. We stood and quickly made our way to the door.

"Gwen?" I heard his voice call out behind us. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I started walking faster. Jake almost had to run to keep up. I had short legs, but I was quick when I wanted to be.

We jumped into the car. Jake sped off. I pulled my knees to my chest and burried my head into them. My heart was pounding. My stomach felt sick.

"Jake... Pull over." My stomach was in knots.

"What?" He looked me up and down.

"PULL OVER!" I yelled. As soon as he did, I jumped out. Thank god we had stopped. I threw up my entire lunch.

I walked back to the car, extremely embarrassed. I just sat in my seat without saying a word.

"Gwen..." He put a hand on my shoulder, staring at me intently. I started crying. He drove back to the bus, carried me to my bunk, and climbed in with me.

We sat there until it was time to get ready for the show. He thought I should take the night off. I decided I had to stick it to this fucking town. The show would go on.