Never let you go

Chapter 50

Grey:

When Sam comes back hours later from her day with Daniel I'm already dressed to go out for the evening. She comes barreling into my room and I can tell by the look on her face that I'm about to get a lecture but I'm just not sure what for.

"Okay so listen" she starts off as she paces in front of my bed. "I have been thinking a lot about this today and I've decided that you need to get up off that cute little ass of yours and fight for Hunter. I know what he did sucks and I know he didn't fight for you but Daniel says it's because he has this warped idea that he's protecting you. Whatever. The point here is that you Grey Montgomery are not a quitter. You're a fighter. You have been through more stuff in the past two years than most people face in a lifetime so I'm not letting you give up on this. You deserve to be happy."

I smile at her and for the first time in a week it is a full blown genuine smile. I love her. She is my best friend and sister and I could have never made it through any of this without her. "Are you done?" I ask with a giggle.

"Yes" she says as she takes a deep breath and then looks at me. "Why are you dressed?" she asks puzzled since I haven't worn anything besides sweats and a hoddie all week.

"Because we're going out" I say standing up. "Didn't you hear? I'm gonna fight for my man."

She smiles brightly at me before throwing her arms around my neck. "About damn time!" she squeals. "Alright" she says backing away. "What's the game plan here?"

I smile deviously at her hoping my plan actually works. "You'll see."

As we walk into the bar I'm extremely nervous. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I had come up with this plan for a few different reasons. One being that I didn't have to get Hunter to speak to me directly and two being that I hoped maybe doing this would stir up old memories inside him. I really hoped this work.

Sam stays close to me the whole entire time as we walk by the bar and I hold my breath and force my eyes forward keeping my head down. I can't look over there. I can't let him see me yet. Luckily I'm smaller than most of the people here so I can hide behind them as we make our way to the other side of the establishment.

Once we make it towards the stage I check in with the person in charge of open mic night and he surprisingly remembers me from the last time I sang here a couple months ago.

"You were great last time" he says smiling at me. I can't tell whether he is saying it just because it's true or because he is trying to flirt with me.

"Thanks" I say offering him a tight smile.

"You're on in 20 minutes" he says before offering me another smile and then turning to talk to some other performers.

Sam and I sit in a corner and wait for it to be my turn to take the stage. I'm so nervous that I haven't really been listening to anyone else's performance and I feel a little bad but I can't help it. I have a lot riding on this one performance. I need to take his breath away. I need to capture his heart. I need him to see that no matter what I'll always love him. I need him to understand that I'm all in.

Finally it's my turn to take the stage and as I walk up there holding my guitar I feel sick. My hands are sweating and I pray to God that my fingers don't slip on my guitar strings. I also hope that I don't freeze up and forget all the words. It's never happened before but I don't think I've ever been so nervous about performing. I take deep calming breaths with every step I take hoping that when I open my mouth I don't spew my insides out onto the front row. That would be really mortifying. Man I'm a mess.

As I sit on the stool they have set on the stage for me I keep my eyes focused down on my guitar making sure my fingers are exactly where they are supposed to be. Once I'm satisfied I take one more deep calming breath and look out into the crowd only really searching for one person. I find him immediately his eyes already focused on me. God, he's beautiful. He's a beautiful mess right now of course seeing that he hasn't shaved in days, his hair is in complete disarray, and he looks exhausted as he stares at me with bloodshot eyes. But he's my beautiful mess and I love him.