Missing You More Than Ever.

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Blades POV

I woke up with a horrid head ache. I felt around in my pocket for the bottle of aspirin that I always keep with me. I swallowed it and sat up.

I saw Vic sleeping and I smiled remembering what had happened last night.

I got up and took off my jacket because I was really warm. I looked at my now charged phone and saw that Bethany had texted.

'Hey. Just wanted to see how you were doing. The club sucked because you weren't there -Bethany.

'I'm good. I got kicked out of my hotel but I'm fine. -Blade.

'Holy shit! Did you get somewhere else to stay?' -Bethany.

'Yeah. Don't worry.' -Blade.

I set my phone down and saw Vic grumble and sit up. I walked over to him and handed him an aspirin and a glass of water.

"Thanks." he said and took it.

"You're welcome. I'll be out of here by noon just so you know." I said. That is what I always said to people when I stayed at their house because I know that they would want me out.

"Aww. I liked having you here. You were awesome. And don't you not have anywhere to go?" he asked.

"Um no I don't. I just assumed you would want me out." I said.

"No. You can stay as long as you like. I wouldn't want you to have nowhere to go. I know what it feels like and it sucks." he said and stood up and steeped over all the sleeping guys and over to me.

"Thanks Vic." I said and smiled.

"Don't mention it. And I was wondering if you have a job because I know a place where you can get one." he said.

"No I don't. And what is it?" I asked.

"We need a new merch girl to sell some shirts at our shows." he said.

"Really? I'd love to do that!" I said. I'd always wanted to be a merch girl.

"Sweet." he said smiling.

"Do want me to make you a poptart or something? I was going to make one for myself." I said.

"Sure. Thanks." he said smiling.

I went over to the microwave they had in the hotel and put the poptarts in. I have no idea why but poptarts always seem to help with hangovers for me.

I gave Vic one and he sat next to me on the floor. I was wearing a blue tank top so my arms were clearly visible.

"What are these?" he asked pointing at the cuts on my arms.

"Nothing." I said crossing my arms so he couldn't do it.

"No they aren't 'nothing.' Let me see them." he said.

I let in and put my arms out. He traced his fingers over them and looked at me with sorrow in his eyes.

"Promise me you'll never do this again? I've done the same thing to my body and it didn't fix a thing. It just made everything worse." he said.

"I p-promise, Vic." I stuttered while looking at the years of damage I had done to my body.

"Good. I may not know very well but if you feel like you want to cut and like nobody cares about you just know that I do and that I never want to see a single cut on your wrists again." he said.

"I'll never do it again, Vic." I promised him. We both got up from the floor and he gave me a hug.

Vic walked in the bedroom to get changed and I went over to the bathroom to fix my makeup. I took a quick day it was then I noticed what day it was. It was the day my boyfriend, Andrew, died three years ago. Every year on this day I go visit his grave. He was my first true love and he was very special to me. I finished my makeup and went out and saw Vic.

"Vic, I was wondering if you could take me somewhere." I asked.

"Yeah. Of course. Where?" he asked.

"No where. Well. It's somewhere. I'll give you the directions." I said.

We got in the car and I gave him the directions to the place I wanted to go.

"You can stay here." I said when we got there. He nodded his head and let me go. I got out of the car and walked threw the gravestones till I found Andrews grave. I sat down in front of it.

"Hey Andrew. I miss you so much." I said brushing my fingers over the letters on the gravestone. "It's been three years and I'm missing you more then ever." I said and took a deep breath in trying not to cry. "You'll always be my true love. I haven't found anyone just like you and I don't think I ever will. You were my everything. You were my rock. You held me up when life was bad. You were my hearts map. My way. But now I'm a mess. I'm sleeping in random houses and drinking more than ever. I'm practically ruining my life. You were my hope. I need you more than ever now. I hope you can hear me from wherever you are." I was now letting very very small tears fall. "Please always stay with me and never forget about me and never forget that you will always be in my heart. Sleep tight babe." I said and slowly got up. I turned back to the stone. I couldn't hold the pain back anymore. I collapsed by his gravestone holding onto it and crying.

Vic's POV

I saw Blade fall to the ground holding onto the stone. I ran out to her and knelt down by her trying to comfort her.

"It's just not fucking fair!" she yelled.

"Shh shh. It's okay." I said and held her to my chest. "Who was he?" I asked holding her and slowly rocking back and forth.

"He was my boyfriend. He died in a car accident an hour after he proposed to me." she cried.

"Oh my god, Blade. That's horrible." I said and kissed her head.

We both just sat there not saying anything. I held her and she leaned into my chest.

"Would it help if you talked about him." I asked. She nodded her head and sat up.

"I remember that he was really nice and funny and how he never slept without music on because he said he didn't like to. That's why I hung a wind chime above his grave. So he can sleep to the pretty music of the wind chime." she said. Hearing that made me really happy and sad at the same time. She obviously loved him very much.

She started telling stories about him and laughing and smiling. It was hard to tell that she was crying in the first place.

We got up and went to the car and we went out to eat. She looked happier then she did.

"I feel good now that I talked about him." she said as we ate.

"Good. I had a feeling it would help." I said smiling at her.

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Hey. I just wanted to make a quick chapter. I'm eating gummy bears right now XD

Listening to: Situations by Escape The Fate.

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-Reese

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