Pale Aura k.q [Discontinued for re-writing]

Bottles and Misstress.

Vic POV

We got up to leave ad Megan took my hand in hers. She only does that when she’s nervous or scared. We were making our way to the scooter when her grip on my hand tightens. I tried to pull her along, but she stays frozen in her tracks. I followed her eyes and saw a man. He had brown hair and was about Kellin’s height. Was it Kellin? When he looked our way, I knew who it was.

“No way.” I said. I looked down at Megan, who was throwing dagger stares out him.

“Megan!” he called out to her. When he spotted me, his eyes grew bigger. “Vic!” This time, she was the one to drag me. We got on the scooter and saw him making his way to us.

“Go, go, go, go!!!” she yelled as I started the bike up. As we drove down the hill, Megan took one glance back and tightens her grip around my waist. We dropped off the scooter and all the owner wanted in return was an autograph from me. We started walking back to the hotel.

“What is he doing here in Florida?”  She yelled. I just shrugged. The thought of her dad coming back in her life after all the things he’s done to her is just too nerve-racking to think about. Everyone one else, except Kellin, was downstairs getting food. We went to our room and went to bed. It was an hour later, around nine, when we figured Kellin was coming back.

“Vic?” she called from the other bed.

“Yeah?” I called half asleep.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Yea,” I scooted over as she snuggled up against my chest.

“Vic?”

“Yes Megan?” I was getting a little agitated.

“Can you sing Stay Away From My Friends?” I knew what this was about. A way to preoccupy her mind.

“Sure.”

“Waking up your neighbors downstairs,

I've been inside your bedroom a thousand years.

And as you tie me to the bed for good I say

that I want you in the most unromantic way.

Louisiana, you're torturing me with a beautiful face.

Ana come on, I thought we had a damn good thing.

A penny in the couch and a diamond ring.

So baby stay away from my friends,

'cause I need them to carry me.

When it's over I'll count back from ten,

and you can listen to glass hearts shattering.

I don't know how you got into me,

down my throat and made a home in my veins.

They used to be the rivers that would take us away,

but now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday.

I still can't believe how you look next to me,

just like a strip club bedroom scene.

Baby stay away from my friends,

'cause I need them to carry me.

When it's over I'll count back from ten,

and you can listen to something that you've never heard before.

But you don't know what it's like

to wake up in the middle of the night,

scaring the thought of kissing razors.

This blood evacuation is telling me to cave in.

Stay away.

Oh no.

Just stay away from my friends.” I felt the hot breath of her snores on my chest I fell asleep.

Screaming. Someone was screaming. I woke up and saw Megan on the floor screaming. Our door busts open and all the guys come in. I walk towards the bathroom and I gasp. Kellin was on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood by his head.

“Gabe, Tony. Take Megan.” I snapped. I dialed 9-1-1. While we waited, I walked around Kellin to see the counter. A bottle of Megan’s pills were knocked over and were spilled all over the sink. I walked to Kellin and checked his pulse.

“Oh my gosh. GUIES!! YOU GUIES!! HE’S BREATHING!!!” the paramedics came in and put Kellin on a stretcher and Megan followed them. We all piled into the vans and followed the ambulance.

In the waiting room, it was quiet. Kellin’s band was freaking out. The guys were back at the hotel trying to figure out what happened. Megan was sitting in a chair, knees pulled up to her chest, sitting in silence. Silence was worse than her crying. It was so heartbreaking to see her broken like this. After an hour of waiting the doctor came in. No one got up. No one said a word.

“Relatives of Kellin Bostwick.” No one said anything because we weren’t related. “Lovers of Kellin?” silence. “Anyway.” He cleared his throat. “Kellin is going to be okay. It might be a week before he responds. As of now, he is in a coma. But right now, I can only let relatives in.” Megan stood up.

“I have a relative of Kellin growing inside of me.” she stated. He looked at her with the most confused look ever. “I’m his girlfriend. I’m pregnant.” He made an ‘o’ shape.  But he let it slide. He waked her past the double doors.

Megan POV

Watching Kellin lay there, helpless, broken, a gauge wrapped around his head. I cried. What if he has memory loss? He wouldn’t remember me as his girlfriend. Some skank might trick him into believing he’s there girlfriend. What if he claims this isn’t our baby. What is he doesn’t remember me?

“I know you can’t hear me, but you need to wake up. Kellin please. Do it for me. Do it for the baby.” Vic opened the door.

“We’re getting ready to leave. You coming?” I shook my head.

“Ok, well bring some clothes back.” He closed the door. I climbed in the bed next to Kellin and fell asleep. Wishing it could’ve been me, not him.