You Only Live Once

Chapter 21: By The Way

My jaw dropped.

He looks different. The scars of syringes were almost gone and he didn't look bony. His hair remained the same.

As soon as I saw John , I tackled him.

Me and John ended up on the floor hugging and crying.

When we were done we both got up and straightened our selves out.

"John, I've missed you a lot," I said in between sobs.

He , with tears in his eyes, responded, "I did too. I was really fucked up , and I broke our promise."

"It's okay. I forgive you, and you look better."

Flea and Chad join us as well seeing what was all the commotion about.

They smirk at me.

I clear my throat, "The band is getting a new guitarist. His name is Josh."

"That's good. I've actually been in a rehabilitation center. I finally got out yesterday."

"I'm so proud of you for getting clean," I say with a broken voice.

I wish he'd join the band again. I'm glad he got clean and that he won't die.

"I was in the crowd, and I am really happy you're showing your talent more."

I cock my head, with a grin on my face.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"We gotta get going. It was nice to see you back on track."

I lean to give him a hug and tell everyone goodnight.

I can't process what just happened tonight.

My John , healthy as ever, was in my presence. I can't believe Anthony did this for me.

Hopefully, one day we can be one of those married couples that stay together for a long time.

I don't have the will to resist him. Just the way he smiles. It's as if nothing can make him unhappy.

I want to make him happy.

2 years later

"Hey, Babe?," I hear Anthony call out to me from the kitchen.

So much has happened during the past 2 years.

Shortly after the tour ended, we headed to California, where he bought us a house .

Cali is my home now, plus the weather is awesome. Not that it's all shiny and fabulous, but New York was worse.

I've been accustomed to the palm trees here, because they remind me of the time when I visited my family in Puerto Rico.

I'm finally going to be 18 . On February 10. I had spent my first birthday with Tony last year and it was the best. 

He took me out to eat at this really expensive restaurant then to a concert.

Anyways, we went shopping earlier in the day to buy some decor for the house.

To me , it's not even a house. It's a fucking mansion.

Tony can call it whatever he wants , but it's a mansion.

It has 4 bedrooms, a studio, a pool and a jacuzzi, 3.5 baths, and a massive kitchen. Don't even get me started on the living room.

I call back to him, clearing my head with thoughts.

"Yes, my love?"

"Can you come over here, I need some help with the stove. I think I dropped something," he responds with a weird tone of voice.