Silent Symphony//Jack Avery Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Nikki's taken extremly well to life on tour. Which is a surprize to me because she gets car sickness on long trips. That's not to say that she hasn't.

There has been more than one time that she's woken us up in the middle of the night rushing to the washroom, or we're just driving during the day and she won't go any further than the seat closest to it.

I've been crawling in with Jack at night. The bunks are a decent size on their bus, but there aren't enough to fit us all and we keep one open for the driver's use. So I gave up mine. 

"Sa-Colby?" Nikki asks from behind me. We're waiting for the boys to come back from the meet-and-greet in their room back-stage.

"Mmhmm?" I coo, looking up from my phone at her.

We're sat facing eachother on a love-seat, the tips of our socked feet touching eachother.

"What happened to Adam?" She asks hesitantly. "I remember pictures of you and him in your scrapbook. From what you wrote, he was a pretty nice guy."

I'm sure my face has paled completly. I feel myself shutting down, wanting to avoid the subject in general.

"There was things I never wrote about." I answer, clearing my throat.

Nikki frowns. "Like what?"

I decide that it'd be good to tell her. Not for my sake, but for hers. She's still young and telling her now might help her to avoid ever getting into a simular situation that I put myself into.

"Adam had a problem." I start as the door to the room opens up. "He had a drinking problem. He was not a bad person when he was out in public and sober."

"What did he do, then?" She asks. "It had to be bad. You always try to forgive people."

"No. What he did is beyond forgiving, Nikki." I shake my head as the boys come in. Corbyn calls dibs on the shower. "No man or woman should ever be forgiven for doing the things he did."

Nikki leans forward and Jack perchs himself on the arm of the loveseat behind me silently as to not intterupt the conversation.

"What was he like when he was drinking then?" Nikki questions quietly, putting her phone down on the coffee table.

Jack just slides his hand down over my shoulder and takes my hand comfortingly.

"Nikki, do you remember Uncle John?" I answer the question with a question.

She nods. "A little, yeah."

"Do you remember the last time he was allowed to come over?" I ask. "You would've been around five."

Her face scrunches as she thinks. "When dad took him behind the barn that Christmas. And then he left."

I smile reasurringly. "Yeah, well dad took him back there because he had a little too much alcohol. When some people have too much, they get angry inside and it changes who they are. For uncle John, he'd get mouthy. Dad told him he had to leave because he wasn't saying very nice things."

By now everyone's clued into our conversation, but are being respectful and busying themselves with other things. We've only got a half-hour before we leave, and so the boys are taking quick showers. 

"Is that what Adam did?"

"Adam did do that sometimes. He was more..." Jack squeezes my hand lightly as I try to find the right word. "He'd get pushy and physical."

"Oh..." Nikki says, catching on a bit to what I'm implying. "He hurt you."

"Yeah. He did." I confirm. "And I gave him more than enough chances to change."

"Why didn't you say anything to us?" She asks, a touch of sadness tainting her sweet little voice.

I give her a bit of a smirk. "Are you kidding me? Then mum would've hunted him down and held a ransom over his head. There was a reason she kept Dad's hunting rifle on the wall."

Dominique's mood lightens up a bit. "Mum said it didn't work anymore. It was just a decoration."

I laugh lightly. "Oh, it still worked. She just didn't want the sheriff to make her lock it up."

Nikki giggles. "Does that mean you'll do that when we get to your house?"

"Most of my guns are government issued, so I don't think I'm allowed to have them displayed." I answer, smirking again. "But I sure as hell can take one out and clean it if anyone comes over to pick you up for a date."

Nikki laughs again as the next guy goes for a shower.

Nikki and I were lucky and took each our own long, hot showers while everyone else was on stage.

Jack goes last and finishes right on kick-out time. A security guard comes knocking on our door and lets us know it's time to go.

As usual, all the guys are exaughsted, having put all their energy into the show. 

It's not long before they all head to bed, even Nikki goes off. I stay up for a while, though and catch up on some of my paper work. It's about two in the morning by the time Jack wakes up to check on me and drag me to his bunk with him.

"Jack, I'm not done!" I whine in a whisper. "I've gotta finish it."

"Finish it in the morning, babe." He groans tiredly. "You've been up all night, now I need you to come to bed."

I blush a little when he says he needs me and follow him. "You need me to come to bed?"

Jack gives me a sheepish smile. "I don't sleep right without you anymore..."

I giggle a little, taking his hand and kissing his cheek. "You're adorable and you know it."

He turns to me before we get to the bunks, catches my chin lightly, and presses his perfect lips to mine. "And you're gorgeous. Inside and out. And right now, I need my beautiful girlfriend to come sleep with me."

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling his warmth seep into my skin as I lean my head on his shoulder. "I can't say no to you."

He leads me into the bunks and he cuddles in close to me, pulling the blankets over both of our bodies.

"Jack?" I whisper, looking into his tired eyes.

He strokes the side of my face lightly. "Hmm?"

"I don't think I'd sleep very well without you either." I mumble, earning myself a half grin.