I Thought I Was Better Than This

Chapter Eleven

It was almost lunchtime when the band arrived back at the hotel.

Tommy was looking for a thermometer to check my temperature again.

I was unusually pale, but my mood was completely normal.

Paul thought that my hormones were rapidly moving around in my body because of my period.

But he frowned when I said.

"I haven't had one in three months".

Tommy was worried.

"That's not normal at all".

So the next day, the guys took me to see a doctor.

Paul was signing me up at the front desk when a lady confronted him.

"You guys can't possibly be her legal guardians, she's only fifteen".

The Starchild gave the lady a confused.

"She is not fifteen years old".

Gene told her.

"She's actually 21".

Tommy Thayer replied as he stroked my head.

I barely spoke at all.

Then, the doctor's clinic manager came to see us.

"We cannot see her unless you creeps are—-

"I beg your pardon"?!

A group of women who witnessed the entire thing were standing up to me and KISS.

"They're not creeps"!

Soon, a huge argument between the women and the manager became out of line.

Paul walked towards me and gently said:

"We're leaving this place".

"Come on, stay with us sweetheart".

Tommy took my hand into his and we all walked out the door.

At the hotel, Gene and their manager were trying to find a doctor that would help me.

But it becoming rather difficult.

Paul was holding me in his lap and I was shaking with fear.

"Shhh...shh...it's gonna be okay sweetie".

He spoke to me in a gentle tone.