Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

Readers POV

My eyes slowly open to a blurry white light. There's a loud ringing in my ear. What happened? It feels as if time is moving slowly. Im in a hospital gown? I cant be here it's too early. I sit up straight. "Wheres Ronnie." I ask out loud now growing panicked. I can feel my heart beat sky rocketing and my breathing ability plummeting. I have to find him he's hurt. Without thinking, my IV is ripped from my arm as I bolt for the door. Gripping the handle, it won't budge. A pair of arms wrap around my torso making me feel trapped. Instinctively, I swing a fist hitting whatever face is attached to the arms. "Goddamn (y/n)!" I hear Andy's voice just before the arms retract and I fall flat on my ass. "A-Andy Im so sorry you scared me. Where am I? What's going on Where's Ronn-" One of his pale hands goes over my mouth now while he cups the eye I hit. "Calm down. Don't worry about my eye but you can throw a mean uppercut. You're in the hospital. Paramedics brought you here from the wedding. It's been two and a half days.." Andy carries me having one arm under the bend of my legs and the other on my back, sitting me gently on the hospital bed so I dont hurt him or myself any worse than I already have. "All of that was real...? Tyler..?" Andy gives a slight nod. Feeling my head, there's a bandage on the back of my head. Maybe from hitting the stone floor a little too hard. "Andy. Listen to me. Where is Ronnie." I say slowly, gravely concerned about my husband. "(y/n)..."His blue eyes grow sad. "Andrew." I demand. "Ronnie's in prison." My heart absolutely sinks. I go into the bathroom and change into a pair of blue jeans and a t shirt that were in my bag before the wedding. "(y/n) You can't leave the hospital right now, they're making sure you don't have a concussion." My eyes roar with flames, though tears flow from them. "I'm going to see him." Pulling on a pair of red converse, I set out on foot to the prison. 

"Can I help you ma'am?" Calls a short black woman from behind the front desk. "Hi um...I'm here to see Ronnie Radke." I shake a little bit. I'm still not in terms of reality with what's just happened. "Im sorry, but You can't see Ronald unless your immediate family-" "Wife. Im his wife and the mother of his child." My voice wavers with frustration and sadness. "I'm sorry Mrs. Radke, the visiting bay is back there." The woman's almond shaped brown eyes show some sort of sympathy while I pass by. Approaching Ronnie, I can tell he's bothered. "Ronnie..?" I see his back stiffen. He turns around facing me. "(y/n) thank god you're alright! I've been worried shitless." Ronnie clutches me close to him in a hug. I can feel myself starting to break down. 'No no no please dont cry." His light brown eyes grow wide while his hands shakily wipe the tears from my eyes. "Im sorry..." My body aches. I dont want to leave his side. "How's the  um.." "Baby?" I question sitting down at one of the tables in the prison cafeteria. "Yes." Ronnie runs his thumb on the top of my hand in a stroking motion. "Were doing just fine." Carefully, I glide his hand over to my stomach. I haven't gotten a bump yet, but we both know its coming. Interlocking my fingers with his, our hands rest on the middle of my stomach just above my navel. I can hear little whistle noises in my direction from the other prisoners. Glancing over, I see them motion thrusts and groping movements. Ronnie's eyes catch the attention and he begins to stand up. "Ronnie. Don't extend your sentence." I press my hands on the table standing up. Brushing myself off, I make my way towards the two inmates making the gestures. "Hey babe. Finally decided you wanted a long dick in that small body of yours instead of Ronald's?" The taller one asks me receiving giggles from his smaller uglier friend. Without any hesitation my kneecap crushes his groin. When he grabs at his groin in pain, I throw a heavy right hook, knocking the prisoner on the floor in shock. Looking at his smaller friend I speak. "I can skip the knee part with you little fucker." The prisoners walk quickly away in the other direction. "Where did you learn to do that?" Ronnie asks me amazed. "When you live with a dickhead you learn to fight them." I smile having a kiss on my head.  "Everything will be okay, I promise." I felt void once Ronnie arms were leaving for an entire eight months. 

Nothing felt right. Everything began to fade grey, moving in slow motion. It's been six months now.  I could feel myself falling further into depression.  I dont move from our bed often. I can feel the baby sometimes. Only instead of happiness, I'm depressed. My husband isn't here. I don't know, it just gets to me. There's a gentle knock on my bedroom door. "(y/n..)" Juliet opens the door. Andy had it arranged where He and Juliet would be staying with me that way I wouldn't be completely by myself. I don't answer her, only remain staring at the white ceiling. Little colors and shapes ran through my vision. I felt entirely gone. My hand softly cupped my enlarged stomach. Getting around with eight months of pregnancy has proven difficult. Thanks to Andy and Juliet, it's been fairly easy physically. Emotionally, I'm not even sure where I am at all. "It's not healthy to stay in your room." She sits next to me. My wedding ring glints in the sunlight. "I know...maybe going out might make me feel better. get some errands done." Juliet pulls me to my feet. Putting on some comfortable maternity pants and a sweater, I look at my stomach. It radiates from Ronnie and I's child. For the first time since seeing Ronnie, I crack a slight smile. "Were going out as well (y/n) Says Andy following Juliet. "Are you going to be alright?" "Ill be fine on my own for a while. It's not like I'm due anytime soon." I shoot The Beirsacks a grin after shutting and locking the door to Ronnie home. Off into the world..