There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

:Chapter Twelve:

When I built enough strength to open my eyes, I saw Jayy staring down at me with the most horrified look on his face. He had his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, and his eyes wide,  fixated on the his hands that were now placed in front of him on the table. I couldn't help but feel a bit scared since I had no idea how he would react. You think I would, since I've gotten to know him so well over the two months that I've been on tour with them, but I was absolutely clueless in this case.

His lips parted as if he was going to speak, but before he got the chance to, I blurted, "Well you were going to have to find out soon enough anyways! If I hadn't told you...." My voice suddenly trailed off, not wanting to think of the possibility of this child not having a father, like myself. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen. "I don't want this child to be fatherless...." I swallowed hard, adding, "Like myself..." I had never told anyone else about my personal life besides Dahvie and Alyssa - why I've told Alyssa, I don't know. She's the only person I really talk to other than people on twitter and stuff - and it took a lot of guts to finally spill that out like this. I wasn't looking for sympathy from JayyVon; I was just telling him the truth.

When he thought this through, his worried eyes darted up at me, frowning slightly, "I'm sorry..." he whispered, getting up out of his seat. I could tell what I had previously told him was swimming around in his brain like crazy, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get some fresh air and think this all through for a while..." He nodded politely, slipping out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stalked his way out of the bus, shutting the door behind him. I guessed he was going to be out there for a while, based on how he's acted to far. And, why would he want to go outside to get "fresh air"? There was like a 20 degree difference between inside the bus and outside. The only explanation for it was that he needed to think all of this through without me breathing down his neck for an answer to what he was going to do next.

I sat there for a few minutes, not knowing quite what to do now that I was alone. Do I just act like nothing happened? Do I go out there? Sure I wouldn't want to bother him. If I were him I would want to be alone, no doubt. I didn't want to pressure him into giving me an answer to what he thought about it all. I started fumbling around with the remains of his abandoned sandwich that lay in front of me, plucking the plate up from the table and walked over to the garbage can, sliding it inside. I really wasn't hungry at the moment, with nasuea and everything from being pregnant. The sight of food distgusted me. I shuffled my way into the living room, grabbing the remote for the television and climbed my way into my bunk, turning on the huge flat screen that was hung up above the doorway leading to the hall. I flipped through the channels repeatedly, finding nothing to watch. I couldn't get my mind off of JayyVon. It was really getting to my nerves not knowing what he's doing out there, or what he could be thinking. Did he think I was lying? Did he think I was just trying to get attention? Surely he must have wondered why I was throwing up so much after eating. Or maybe he thought I just had an eating disorder.....Even if he did, I was starting to show a tiny bit, and I couldn't be getting fat from vomiting every time I eat! I was so proud of myself for telling him, though. I almost didn't have the guts too...

 Suddenly, Aaliyah burst through the door, making me jump about five feet with shock. I was especially jumpy right now since I was so off edge. She immediately ran up to my bunk, sticky with sweat from being outside for even a few minutes. "What the hell is going on?!" She yelled up at me, "JayyVon just told me what you said to him! You're PREGNANT!?!" She looked furious, her face hot with rage. Why was she so worried about me? I've only talked to her a few times since I've joined them all. I braced myself to be slapped for whatever reason, sitting up in my bunk and turning the TV off. The extra noise would probably get in the way. I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. "Aaliyah, it's none of your business." I said smoothly, looking her straight in the eye, my face neutral. "We obviously didn't do it while I've been staying here because you've been fucking around with Dahvie all tour and we wouldn't do it in a bunk," We'd do it on the couch... "It was over two months ago. Now scram. I have my own problems to worry about right now." I plopped back down, clicking the button on the remote to turn the TV on again. I increased the volume by a lot so any screaming she would do would easily be drowned out. I didn't feel like dealing with her right now, like I said. She just went, "UGHHH, WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ALL ABOUT YOU? ALL YOU ARE IS A LITTLE BITCHY SLUT!" and dashed back out the door into the blistering heat. After she made her dramatic exit, Dahvie strode through the door casually, laughing softly to himself because of how Aaliyah was being all drama queen-ish since. Apparently I stole the show. Wouldn't be the first time...

"Sorry about her..." he mumbled towards me when he reached my bunk, "I wish she wouldn't've exploded at you like that. You're going through so much already...."

"Nah," I managed a small smile, "It's alright....I'm better than her. She's just stupid." I swung my legs over my bunk, Dahvie taking my hand and helping me down.

"Haha, very true," He smiled back widely, chuckling as he took me around the waist after I was on the ground, pulling me into a hug.

I sure didn't expect a hug, but I went along with it anyways. Wrapping my arms back around his waist, I whispered, "Thank you, Dahvie..."

He pulled back, looking down at me, "For what, sweetie?"

"For being here for me when nobody else is..." I murmured, burying my face into his neck, holding him tight.

He chuckled softly, "It's what I'm here for, love." I felt his hand smooth my turquiose hair down, stoking my head softly. He was always so sincere to me, I really loved him for it. 

As we stand there hugging, I decided to question him about Aaliyah. "Hey, Dahv, why are you with Aaliyah?"

He stayed silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to say. "Well," he whispered, "because I love her. Why I love her, I'm not sure. She's really a sweetheart, but she has a temper..."

"So why do you stay with her?"

"Because I want to give her a chance...."

"Oh...Okay..." I sighed softly.

He said nothing in response, my voice hanging in the air like that cloud of smoke from the weed he and Jayy were smoking a few days earlier. But I still had one thing on my mind, and I wanted to see what Dahvie thought about it.

I pulled away this time, looking up into his natural brown eyes, asking him truthfully, "What are we going to do about JayyVon?"