A month passed like a whip shot, and I was just on the bus, driving through Europe, while Clinton was about to meet with Biddi and Beau in Brisbane today. Pleased but also saddened, I was looking through their recordings, which Clinton sent to me on snap and some that appeared on his story.
The last few days have been a torment for me. I felt bad, my back ached and I was still sick. Everything caused that even fresh wounds on my hands didn't hurt.
I did not know if I could stand it. I had a problem with caving on my legs. I think I was sick. I did not talk with Clinton about this, I knew he could be worried.
"Angie, we're leaving! You're needed at the venue!" Jonah called, guitarist of Downside.
He was a short black-haired Asian with a friendly smile. I pushed aside the duvet in my bunk, stepping out, grabbing the camera bag, following him outside. I ignored the pain in the lower abdomen. For several days, I wore tampons n stuff, ready for the upcoming period. It should have appeared two weeks ago, but it was often irregular, so I did not care.
I went inside the hall, feeling someone's arms wrapping around me.
"Hey, beautiful," Wyatt chuckled, kissing my head. He was a tall, skinny blond man and was a support singer, we became very friends from the beginning of the tour. We had a lot of common subjects.
- Feels before playing, stupid? - I smiled, camouflaging the pain.
"Amazing," he jumped with a giggle, like a little boy. His behavior sometimes amazed me, sometimes fascinated.
"I will try to do as much as possible, but today I can't run because my stomach hurts again. Period's late, I'll be myself when I get better" I confessed honestly. Along with the blond, we talked on familiar topics, so I did not feel embarrassed with him.
"I don't want to be this type of friend who always laughs when he hears things, but... You don't think it should be checked...? If it's possible for a long time... It's possible that you are pregnant.
Suddenly it hit me. Me and Clinton didn't use protection while he was at home. And I put up the contraception and started taking it back at the same time he came back. I wanted to hit my forehead, but I was too shocked to move.
"I can't be at the opening. Tell David to take pictures" I handed the camera to Wyatt, running to the bathroom, where I locked myself in the cabin, feeling like I was beginning to cry.
I took out the phone by dialing Clinton's number.
"Clinton, baby, I..." I started, but on the other side I heard an answering machine.
After a moment I realized that I could not tell him that way. I had to do it on the spot, and when I'm sure it happened...
I had to break the contract and fly to Australia... Exactly where it all started.
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Hell of a ride
