Jared's pov
The last part of the week flew by, and before we I knew it, it was time for me to head to South America. I asked Rhiannon if she wanted to go, but she rejected the offer every time without hesitation. It made my heart sink. By the time I walked out the door I resented her.
When I left I was kind of an asshole to her. I went into "business mode" and concentrated on getting everything ready to go. I had taken the role as the joker, but I hadn't told anyone. She was right it was the role of a lifetime and I am at the top right now. What would I be if I squandered that. We were in the car on the way to the airport, and I had Emma jabbering in me ear.
"Jared are you listening to me? Jared!"
"Hmm? Yeah sorry I was distracted. What's going on?"
Emma sighed and rolled her eyes, "Jared, you need to get focused here forget about that girl and deal with what's going on. Now, we need to go straight to the hotel..."
I drowned her out again. Whatever I'll just follow her like I do. We got to the plane I pushed past everyone and took a seat in the back. Shit I forgot to get her number! "FUCK, FUCK,FUCK!!! Son of a bitch!" Everyone turned to me in question. I put my sunglasses on and sunk into my seat. An hour into the flight Tomo came and sat next to me, And nudged me with his elbow.
"You alright man?"
I gave him a grunt.
"Seriously what's going on?"
"I forgot to get her phone number." I mumbled.
"Who is Her?"
I looked out the window pulling my hood over my head. When Babu peaked over the seat. "It's his giiirrlfriend." I kicked the back of his seat.
Tomo added some kissing sounds. "Oh the girl you've been living with? How did you forget to get her number? You've been inseparable for the last week."
"I never needed to call her. She was right there."
"And she didn't bother to get yours?"
I started to give Tomo and answer when Shannon cut me off from the front of the plane, "I told you she was using you. She's a drug addict. That's what they do."
"Oh? You would know!"
Things started getting hostel, but Emma swooped in. "Enough you two! Shannon chill the fuck out. Jared when we land I'll see what I can do ok?"
We both mumbled our replies, and retreated. The rest of the tour Shannon and I didn't talk much. He was snowballing with his drinking and drugs, and Emma never found her number...
Finally we were twenty minutes out of LA. I hope she's there or left me her number or address. Something!
When we landed I grabbed my gear and headed straight home. I walked in and the house felt dead. Cold, dark, and stagnant. I turned some lights on and headed to my room. I put my bag next to my closet and turned toward my bed finding a small envelope in the middle with my name scrawled perfectly on the front.
Jared-
Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You don't know how much you've helped. I hope your tour went well.
Until next time-
R
Until next time?! Are you fucking serious!?! She left no contact information at all. Fuck! I fell back onto my bed. Son of a bitch what was I going to do? Then it dawned on me! I can call Gerard! Why didn't I think of this earlier. I grabbed my phone and dialed.
"Hey dude what's up?"
"Not much man just got back from South America. You have Rhiannon's number don't you?" There was a long pause.
He sighed. "While you were gone some shit went down."
"Is she OK?"
"I...don't know. A few weeks ago she was charged with attempted murder. The trials today. The jury's deliberating right now. That's all I can tell you, sorry. It's on channel three though. I've got to go. Bye."
Before I could reply he was gone. I quickly turned on the TV. The news anchor was recapping the trial.
"Earlier this month Christopher Berella was found nearly beaten to death in downtown Los Angeles. Authorities say he was seen speaking to Rob Morello about Rhiannon Morello's wear abouts. A witness stated she saw Miss Morello confronting Berllea later that night. Any evidence after that is unknown. In 2012 Berella was accused of beating and raping Miss Morello, but was acquitted.
Berella suffers from severe injuries. He suffers from two broken feet, a broken femur, a shattered tibia, twelve broken ribs, a shattered jaw, a fractured skull, a collapsed lung, and kidney failure. He has been in a coma since the incident, and it is not known if Borella will make any recovery. Scott what are your views on the case?"
"Well Cindy, considering the Morello family's alleged affiliation with the Italian Mafia I wouldn't be surprised if she did do it. Also I wouldn't be surprised if she was acquitted."
"That's a bold statement Scott. Lets head back to the courtroom to hear the jury's verdict."
Holy fuck! The mafia? I mean that makes sense. I was deep in thought trying to process all this information and Shannon called.
Dude are you watching the news. he was in a fit of laughter.
Yes Shannon, I am, and I don't find this funny
I TOLD YOU, I fucking told you something was up with that girl. I guarantee she did it!
Shannon I don't care if she did do it! It doesn't change how I feel about her and besides the piece of shit raped her! I think she had every right! I hung up on him when the news anchor started again.
It seems the jury is done with their deliberation.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have your honor. After careful review we the jury find the defendant not guilty.
Thank you. As the judge I deem this case closed.
Thank God!
The camera panned across the courtroom and fell to her. She looked amazing. Her hair was red now and she had gained some weight. She didn't look like a junkie anymore. Emma walked in interrupting my thoughts, "They sold the house to someone who offered double the asking price."
"Seriously?"
