The Drug In Me Is You

The Aftermath.

Renya's Pov

Andy and I were walking hand in hand back to the BVB bus when we saw someone laying on the ground in front of another bus. As we got closer we saw it was the FIR bus.

"It's probably Derek's drunk ass, babe." Andy said trying to pull me away.

"I just want to check to make sure it is him." I said pulling him towards the bus.

As we got even closer I noticed the person was wearing a snug black dress with red pumps. It was a girl who was laying there. Did Sam dye her hair blonde again? She did! My broke away from Andy's and ran towards her.

"Andy call 9-1-1 Sam got jumped! Help!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face.

Andy did so and Sam was taken to the hospital. She was going in and out of consciousness and barely breathing. Andy stayed back as I went with Sam.

Ronnie's Pov

"White boy on the beat rockin' Gucci sneaks.
All I do is win Ch-Ch-Charlie Sheen."

The producer backstage stopped the concert and handed Jacky his phone as I listened to the crowd cheering for us to continue.

"Ronnie, guys we gotta go! Someone jumped Sam!!!" Jacky said running backstage.

I ran right after him grabbing my phone. Impatiently we waited for the boys to get to the car. As the boys got to the car we drove off to the hospital. Jacky was very agitated standing in the waiting room for the doctor. My head was in my hands crying my eyes out. What happened to Sam? As I looked up I saw Reyna talking with the doctor. She motioned for us to come by her. Jacky was holding a conversation with the doctor as I watched his emotions changed from nervousness to sadness. Reyna waved bye as she walked out the hospital.

"You guys can come see her, she's awake but she's not very stable." The doctor says quietly.

Sam's Pov

Ouch! My body aches, I guess I've never been abused that bad. In pain I moved myself to sit up. The doctor walked in again but with guests. There I saw Jacky, Ronnie, Ryan, Derek, and Ron standing there. Jacky hugged me tightly and Ronnie tried not to cry.

"Ouch Jacky that hurts!" I yelped in pain.

He jumped back and stood there watching me. Ronnie was the next one to make a move he sat in the chair next to me and kissed my hand.

"May I please have a moment alone with Samantha and her boyfriend?" The doctor asked.

The boys left Ronnie and I alone with the doctor. I wonder what he has in store for us.

"Ms. Vincent, Mr. Radke this is hard to say especially coming from me but I'm sorry for your loss."

"What do you mean sorry for our loss Sam's fine?" Ronnie says becoming curious.

"You girlfriend had a miscarry."

I was pregnant?

"What? I didn't even know I was pregnant I swear!" I pleaded to Ronnie as I started crying.

The doctor left us alone. I didn't know.

"How could this happen? How could I ruin such a beautiful creation? This is all my fault!" I cried out.

"Samantha this isn't your fault. You didn't know you were 6 weeks pregnant it was an accident! Someone jumped you and hurt you! You did no such thing wrong!" Ronnie yelled.

After our crying yelling situations we sat there quietly not speaking a word just holding each others hands. Ronnie had left with Jacky. That night I had only gotten 1:00 of sleep I just laid there crying about what those girls had done. They didn't know I was pregnant, nor did I. It was an accident.

The next morning I was able to go home. The nurse helped me walk into the waiting room where the boys were standing. Ronnie embraced me in a hug.

"I'm never letting you be alone ever again" Ronnie says.

Oh great.

Ronnie drove back to the bus. I was not ready for anything. Out of all people why did this happen to me?

When we got back to the bus I went straight into the bedroom and lied on the bed.

This whole week I did not say or speak anything to anybody not even Ronnie. I rarely sleep and eat, Ronnie and I don't even make eye contact with each other I just feel like everything has gone wrong in my life.

As I sat on the bed playing with my hands I watched Ronnie walk out of the room looking at me.

"What?" I quietly ask.

"Holy shit it can speak. Oh my god guys she can speak!" Ronnie says with sarcasm.

"Way to be a nice boyfriend." I snap in embarrassment.

"Well maybe if you speak up and talk we would have this problem!" He returns.

"Well if my boyfriend was so caring enough like he used to be and calmly talk to me about what happened!"

"Well loosen up and quit being a depressive suicidal bitch! And talk to one of us!" He yelled throwing a shoe.

In anger I stood up on the bed and broke a glass picture of us.

"Ronald Radke do you honestly know what it's like to have an unborn child growing inside you then to turn around and have it die and not know! It traumatizes women to know that! All we want is to have someone to hold us in our arms and tell us we'll be okay asshole!" I screamed then broke down on the bed crying.

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. With painful tears streaming down my eyes I pointed towards the lounge area.

"Get away from me, honestly Ronnie I can't stand to look at you for calling me a depressive suicidal bitch. That really hurt me."

"Samantha no. We need to talk about this."

I finally agreed to talk with him. He held me in his arms while stroking my hair.  The gap between us closed as we kissed. He pinned me down on the bed while leaving kisses on my neck.

That night after we had sex we just layed on the bed.

"I'm so sorry Sam."

"I'm sorry too Ronnie." I said before going to sleep