“All I am, is a woman. I want the world, in my hands. I hate the beach, but I stand. In California with my toes in the sand,” I watch the video on the screen as I strung and sing along to the calming tune. My finger tips are raw from strumming the small guitar, but I continue anyway. This is something I found that it calms me, and helps me keep my mind off of things.
We go over a bump and it flings me from the bed and I bang my head on the bunk above me. “Air, do you want anything to eat or drink?” Jay looks at me across from the other wall of beds. I shake my head as I pause the video. I put the laptop to the side and lay down, closing my eyes, and humming the same peaceful song.
“Look, I know you didn’t want to come on tour with us, but,” He stops when I rush up from the bed and go to the bathroom, throwing up for the fifth time. Every time this happens, it reminds me that I am pregnant.
My leg aches as I hobble back to the bed. “When are you going to the next show?” I ask him. Jay and I are the only ones on the tour bus now; everyone else is at a concert. How did I get dragged onto their tour? Well, Jacob had to go back to America and I had nowhere else to go. Nathan still doesn’t know I’m pregnant, and that’s how I plan to keep it.
“Not sure. Whenever I heal I guess.” He replies while shuffling out of the room, or more like section. The guilt is eating me up, knowing I caused this onto Jay, and everyone else. I’ve brought so much hate to them, and it’s driving me insane.
I grab the lap top again and log into my Twitter. As a force of habit I scroll through my page, seeing all of the nasty comments. Why I do this confuses me, but it reassures me that people do hate me. Among all of the insults I spot one from Stephanie, a nice one. Soon I remember that I didn’t tell her about anything, and maybe that’s how I want it.
But, for some reason, I feel like I can tell her anything and everything. “Jay!” I yell.
“Yes!” He yells back.
“I’m boreddddd!” I whine, and he comes back into the room.
“Well then what do you want to do?” He asks and I shrug. “Well that’s not very helpful.”
“Can we go for a walk?” I ask, ignoring the condition that we’re both in.
“I, uh, guess.” I pick up a sweater lying on the ground, not caring whose it is, and putting on Max’s sneakers. I don’t have any other clothes or shoes because I left the hospital in a night gown, and we haven’t gone shopping for new ones. “You need new clothes. Let’s go to the mall.”
“Really? More money? You don’t need to.” I say, but he just ignores me and waits for me to come with him. “How about I stay on the bus, and you can get some cute clothes for me. I’m not feeling the best today, and I’d really appreciate it if I could throw up here instead of in the middle of a mall.”
“Just come. I know it’s not that bad yet. I’m not that stupid, you know.” He rolls his eyes.
“I know, but you’re gullible. Thought I’d give it a shot.” I walk by him and he runs to catch up. “Don’t run, you have a bad leg.” I smirk.
“Because you crashed a car into a brick wall.” The smile vanishes from my face.
“Shut up. It wasn’t my fault, you were taking me where I-” I start yelling at him.
“Oh shush, I was just pushing your buttons.” I growl at him and he just laughs. “It’s nice to see you like this.” He says randomly after we board a bus.
“What do you mean?” I ask confused.
“Oh c’mon, you’re not that naive. I like seeing you happy, Air, I hate seeing you hurt.” He says, looking into my eyes and straight to my soul.
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I Need Your Love (Nathan Sykes fanfic)
FanfictionAriana Faire, 18; smart, beautiful, talented... you would never imagine why she's in so much pain. Her father left her when she was 5, her mother died of drugs when she was 15, all she has left is her abusive step father. She cuts, she stabs, she cr...
