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I'm Bad At Life (Ronnie Radke)- Chapter 1
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I'm Bad At Life (Ronnie Radke)- Chapter 1 I had taken a walk after the Falling In Reverse show to try to burn off the adrenaline. I was always pumped after a concert, with way too much excess energy. Not to mention it never hurts for me to get some exercise. I really didn't get any today between rushing after work to the show and the actual show itself where I didn't get that great of a spot. Just hung on the side. I was trying to lose weight, being a bigger girl. Not huge but definitely not someone who would turn a band member's head. Originally I had tried to just chill in my hotel room, being from a couple hours away I chose not to rush home like I normally did. This was a normal routine. However, after about an hour with the restless energy not dissipating, still clad in my concert attire, I let my feet do the navigating. Unsuprisingly I ended up by the venue, now dark and uninhabited with the late hour. All the cars gone, employees home to bed after a long day of setting up, dealing with the more rowdy fans, and tearing down/cleaning up. I walked around and to the other side, heading back for the hotel. A few blocks from the venue I stopped to tie my boot lace as I saw it had come loose. I was just straightening back up when I heard a faint groan. I froze. I didn't have any money on me, just my hotel key card and cell phone. But if there was mugger they wouldn't know that. Though my heavy boots would definitely inflict some damage. I heard it again, coming from the alley a few steps behind me. I turned on the flashlight app on my phone, shining it into the near pitch dark space. I almost gave it up for a lost cause, chalking it up to my dwindling adrenaline and soon to be delirious state of mind. Then I heard something hitting against the dumpster and happened to see the outline of a shoe on the other side. I cautiously made my way over (yes I was aware this was how horror movies started), ready to come out fighting if this was a trap. The light slowly traveled up ripped, black, skinny pants to a very familiar striped shirt I had just seen a few hours ago, drenched in sweat, onstage; finally landing on dark hair fading into blond. "Ronnie?!" I gasped in shock, running to kneel by him. His lip was split open with blood still trickling, one of his eyes was going to have one hell of a nasty shiner in the morning, along with a splitting headache; his shirt was somewhat<b> torn </font></b>off his one shoulder, like someone had grabbed him forcefully. I didn't know what other injuries he could have, but I couldn't leave him. I was afraid to touch him, not wanting to cause him more pain than he most likely was already in. "Ronnie? Are you conscious at all?" I said, lightly touching his arm. One eye, the one without the on coming shiner, cracked open. "Get that damn light out of my face!" he rasped, throwing an arm up to shield his face, then promptly moaning in pain, lowering it back down beside him. "Oh crap, sorry." I set my phone down on my leg with the light still on, since there was nothing but a slight moon shining into the alley. '"I was so shocked I totally forgot I was holding it." I paused, looking him over, him seeming to do the same with his one good eye. "I don't suppose you know what happened or who did it?" I was expecting an asshole retort to my dumb question, but I had to ask anyway. Surprisingly, he just gingerly shook his head. "No, I got jumped behind the venue when I went out for some fresh air. It was fucking hot on that stage tonight. I felt like I was suffocating." "Behind the venue? Ronnie, you're like 4 blocks from there." He jerked his head up, wincing at the sudden movement,"How the fuck did I get here?" "I don't know. I was just going for a walk and heard you groan. Someone must've dragged you here." I paused, then silently berated myself for not thinking more clearly. "Anyway, I think I better call an ambulance to come take care of you." I started to unlock my phone, when his hand grabbed my wrist. "No," he said forcefully. "But dude seriously, you could have broken ribs for all we know. You need professional help." He smirked,"I'm not denying that, but not for this. This will get everywhere if I go to the ER. " His hand dropped back to his lap. I put my hands on my hips, phone still in one hand,"You're seriously gonna be an arrogant dick and not bruise your pride?" His mouth opened and closed once, in surprise I guess, at my question. Then he grinned,"I guess so. I can't have people thinking anyone can get the jump on me. Just help me back to the venue. I'm sure the guys are wondering where I am." He started trying to get up. I quickly moved on the other side of him and gently pushed him back down. It was a testament to his current weakness, that he just slumped back down. "Dude, it's past 2 in the morning. I was by the venue a few minutes before I found you. No one was there. Your tour bus was gone, all the cars were." "Well fuck. When I walked outside it was about 11:30." "Damn, I'm surprised people weren't still there searching for you." "Unless the guys think I found a chick to f..uh have some fun with." He glanced at me. "Why Ronnie, are you trying not to hurt my delicate sensibilites?" I teased. "You seem like a nice girl." "Innocent you mean?" He looked away, I laughed. "Damn dude, I'm 30. I know about the birds and bees, seriously." I raised an eyebrow. "You look like you're maybe 23 tops." "Says the guy who is relying on a flashlight on a phone, but thanks for the compliment. How about calling someone?" His hand shuffled in his pocket and came out with his phone. "Fuck!" I shined the light on it to see the phone was completely broken, wouldn't even turn on. "Well fuck indeed. Do you want to call on my phone?" He gingerly rubbed his head,"Offhand I don't know any numbers. I never really needed to." He looked embarrassed. "Eh, don't feel bad, me either. Anyway, since you don't want to go to the hospital and I have no way of finding anyone at this moment to help. Plus I can't leave you here, I'm gonna have to see if I can help you back to my hotel. It's just a couple blocks if you think you can try to walk with leaning on me." He ran a hand through his already messed up hair and sighed,"Are you sure you're ok with that?" "It's really you who should be weighing the options. I could be a psycho," I replied with a straight face. "Can't be worse than me!" he started hefting himself to his feet again. I slid my shoulder under his arm and my arm around his back. I braced myself and helped lift him. Just that movement left a new line of sweat running down his face. "Fuck!" he wiped it away."This is gonna suck." "Yep, now come on tough guy." I tried to be strong for him. On the inside I had no idea how we were making it a couple blocks. ------- Copyright 2017 I've written fanfics before, but this is the first for Falling in Reverse. I post on wattpad so check me out thevoiceslockedaway I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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