The Truth in Cliche (Falling in Reverse and Escape the Fate FanFic) Sequel to Not Good Enough

23. Life Goes on Without You

Carter's POV:

I woke up in excrutiating pain. Not that that was anything new. I rolled over and checked the time, 2 in the afternoon. The AC had gone out about a week ago and I was covered head to toe in sweat.

I was miserable. I felt a kick and looked at my belly. 26 weeks now. I reminded myself that I was more than halfway. I checked my phone and noticed it was dry.

Not that that was anything new.

With Escape the Fate on tour, and My White Walls and Falling in Reverse on Warped I was constantly alone, and forgotten.

So much for Ohana.

Ronnie and Max called occasionally to talk about their shows... Oh. Didn't I mention? Max joined Falling in Reverse. The girls checked in when they could. Ziz was thoroughly enjoying front woman status. I'd heard that the new guitarist was nice enough but kept to herself. Sarah or something her name was.

I got out of bed and waddled out the patio door to the side gate.

"Are you done yet?" I asked the soggy looking repairman who was bent over the broken unit.

"Just about. Sorry, I know it's miserably hot in there for you ma'am," I nodded at him. Ma'am? Ugh. Being pregnant sucks. I waddled back into the house to fetch a cold water bottle for him and myself. After he thanked me profusely I left him to work. I flopped onto my couch and called Ronnie. Voicemail. I then called Max, voicemail. I sent a hopeless text to Craig before throwing my phone across the living room. I call it hopeless because he has not talked to me since the farewell party at the end of tour. That was two months ago. Won't answer my calls, return my voicemails, or even read my texts. It hurts. A lot. It drove me further in Ronnie's arms. Things were better but I still couldn't say they were perfect. I wished it was August. I wished for the summer to end. I sighed when I realized it was only late June. Why can't this be over already?

"You okay, ma'am?" I hadn't noticed he walked back in through the door.

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled sheepishly. "Are you finished?"

"Yes, I am. It should be fine," he smiled large and I shook his hand before walking him to the door. Once he had left I turned the air on and almost screamed in excitement as it actually cut on.

I layed on the couch and decided I was bored, so I went back to sleep.

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Craig's POV:

"Thank you! You are some beautiful motherfuckers!" I screamed into the mic. We exited the staged and found our way to the meet and greet. I was disgustingly sweaty. It was a miserably hot day. I smiled at my fans and hugged and signed and hugged and signed. I felt my phone vibrate but decided to ignore it. I knew who it was.

"You okay dude?" I turned and looked at TJ.

"Yeah man, I'm fine. Just super beat. Tour gets hard when you're old and fat," I laughed it off but I felt a sinking feeling in my heart.

Ignoring her hurt but it had to be done. She's pregnant. She's living with Ronnie. It's over for me.

"I know what you mean. This tour is wearing me down. I miss my girl," he shrugged

"Man she's underage!" I whisper yelled. I knew it pissed him off when we brought this up, which made it all the more funny.

"Shut up," he glanced around guiltily before scurrying back to his seat like a cat with its tail between its legs. I chuckled and saw the line had finally ended. I pulled out my phone.