Gangstress

July 2000 (2)

A/N: Hi! I just wanted to give one more trigger warning before this chapter as well. It's still dealing a little bit with Kim's suicide attempt, so once again PLEASE do not feel obligated to read this chapter if you're not comfortable!! If you do decide not to read, you can always message me and I'm more than happy to let you know what you missed :) 

***Angel's POV***

It was a little past 5am and I had been drunkenly passed out in my bunk for a little under two hours. Since I was so drunk, I was not in a deep sleep at all. I was laying on my stomach and I started to feel something vibrate underneath me. I groaned while my eyes were still closed and rolled over. I started feeling around and my hand connected to my phone. Ah that's what it is. I opened one eye and flipped my phone up. I groaned again at the bright light and quickly closed my one eye. I squeezed both my of eyes shut as hard as I could trying to adjust them and then reopened them. I still had to squint at the screen to make out what I was looking at, but at least it wasn't as painful as before.

From: Marshall

"U up?"

I quickly shot up in my bunk and read the text again to make sure I was reading it correctly. Holy shit. Holy shit! I felt my heart flutter and my fingers went flying to my keyboard.

To: Marshall

"Just woke up."

I was unsure how I should play this. I didn't want to come off as too excited to hear from him, even though I was screaming with happiness on the inside, but I also didn't wanna seem like I was uninterested either. I bit my lip and continued to stare at my screen patiently waiting for him to respond. As the minutes passed by, I wondered if I should text him again? Should I call him? Why's he texting me so late? My thoughts were cut off by my phone ringing and I felt my heart start to beat really fast.

"Hello?" I whispered into the phone as I got off my bunk. Everyone else was back here sleeping too, and I didn't wanna wake them.

"What's with the whisperin'?" His voice sounded a little hostile.

"Sorry one sec!" I whispered again as I scurried to the bathroom on the bus and shut the door. "Okay, hi!" I said in a normal voice.

"What the fuck was that 'bout?"

"I just didn't wanna wake anybody up so I went into the bathroom." I tried to say as nicely as possible.

"Yeah? Ya ain't with some fuckin' guy ya not tryna wake up?"

I shook my head in confusion. "I- no? Marshall I'm on tour?"

He scoffed. "So that's what stops ya from fuckin' around? Tour?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay what the fuck are ya callin' me at 5am for? Just to cuss me out?"

"Kim tried to commit suicide tonight." He blurted out.

My eyes went wide. "What?! What the fuck happened?! Oh my god Marshall, I'm so sorry."

"I preformed 'Kim' while she was at my show... She went home and slit her wrists."

I gasped. "Is she okay?!"

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know, she wouldn't let me in to see her."

"Are the kids okay?!"

"Yeah, I got 'em. They're sleepin'."

I nodded. "And are you okay?"

"I think so."

"Are you sure?" I asked cautiously.

He sighed. "Yeah."

I nodded again and we both went silent for a moment until I broke it. "So... can I ask why ya callin' then?"