Save Me (Rock Romance #4) (12 page)

I pushed her away and I shouldn’t have, I regret it with every beat my heart makes. If only I hadn’t allowed the past to control my future, maybe then I wouldn’t have chased her away, scared her really. Maybe then her and I would be together right now.

“You can get her back you know.” Jason says while sitting idly beside me, Liam, Zepp and Ryan join the table for breakfast.

“Not going to happen, the things I said, what I did, aren’t forgivable.”

“But you were lying about how you felt, she has to have known that. Tell her the fucking truth already, own up to your own feelings instead of wallowing in the sadness of your own making.”

“How about fuck off?”

“You know when it came to Layla, I was an asshole. I regret it now, I was in denial for a while man and so are you.” Liam interjects.

“Layla and you were different, everyone could see how much you two wanted
each other.”

“Not different Gage. Natalie agrees too,
Abagail’s yours. You’ve got her, what are you going to do with her is the question? Are you going to keep pushing her away? Are you willing to throw it all away because of your past?”

“
It’s not that simple Ryan. Every time I’m with Abagail I want to question her actions. Is she only interested because of who we are, of who I am? Or is she for real?”

“You need to let what Sam did go, or you’ll never be able to move on. Save yourself, you’re the only one. If you
don’t, you will only have regrets.” Liam advices.

“I didn’t tell you this before, but Abagail is for real. When I realized how much she was interested in you, I called a friend and had him look into her, because of your insecurities and damn if I knew you would allow Samantha to control your future. I knew you would use what she did as an excuse for your fear of opening yourself to someone. If you want the information I received
you’re more than welcome to it, or you can take my word for it- she’s a good one.”

“You had her investigated?” I say harshly. That’s too much, it’s taking her privacy away.

“I knew you’d run scared, I did you a favor. I thought you’d be able to move on yourself, but apparently you need our help. You trust me, you trust my word. Go after her, don’t let her walk away.” Jason urges.

So I take my leave from the table. In the hotel’s restaurant and ride the elevator to her floor.

When the elevator dings that it hit floor eleven I exit and take my cellphone out. I text her a message while approaching her door.

My fingers shake while typing.

Me
: I’m an asshole.

She replies within seconds.

Abby: Tell me about it.

Me
: You see I met this girl a few months ago, she caught me the moment I placed my hands on her. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, but I treated her badly. I told her that we were nothing, again and again, even after sleeping with her. I denied my feelings and hurt her.

No reply.

Come on Abby, just give me a chance.

Me
: I don’t know how to make it up to her, I don’t think she'll forgive me for the mean things that I said.

Abby:
Maybe if you apologized to her and told her how you truly felt. Maybe then she’d forgive you.

Me
: I’m sorry Abagail. I lied to you when I told you I felt nothing that you were nothing. The truth is you’re the first person that’s made me feel in years, it terrified me. I was scared, I’m still scared, but I’m here because I want you. I want to be with you, I didn’t realize it until last night. Until you walked away from me, that I loved you. I want you to be my lover, my girlfriend. So Abby, do you forgive me?

Abby: I love you too.

Abagail swings the door open and jumps into my arms. Her hands clutch at my neck while her lips search for mine, but before I can kiss her, she needs to know.

“You saved me from my past.”

The End.

After much thought, I decided to include my playlist for writing

Save Me: Rock Romance #4

Thanks to these artists for soul wrenching inspiration

Skeletons- Heartist

Torn
To Pieces- Pop Evil

Words As Weapons-
Seether

Lay Me Down- Sam Smith

Don’t Lean On Me- The Amity Affliction

Good Man- Devour The Day

Blood On My Name- The Brothers Bright

Topless- Breaking Benjamin

Believe- Staind

Come With Me Now- KONGOS

Monster- Skillet

Don’t Need Y’all- Iggy Azalea

Life’s Been Good- Joe Walsh

Distraction #74- The
Avett Brothers

Ghosts That We Knew- Mumford & Sons

Fix You- Coldplay

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An Excerpt from First Chance: Rock Romance #1

Chapter 1

Natalie

“I think I just fell head over heels in love.”

That's what my best friend Layla just squealed aloud to me.

She’s staring at an album cover, drooling over the lead singer of a rock band I have never heard of. Don’t get me wrong I love music, I breathe music. It’s a part of my soul. I just have no interest in a mainstream rock band- sell outs really. Layla tells me the band’s name is Steele's Army; their lead singer Steele is her dream man. The man she would give everything up for. A man she would follow anywhere.

She mentions that they are coming to our college in Boston. Our college, the
Berklee School of Music, entered some radio contest, and we won. I do not want to go but am preparing myself to. I know Layla is going to use the friend card to get me to agree to attend this sorry excuse of a concert. What’s one night of putting up with shitty soulless music for my best friend?

I've known Layla my entire life. Our parents were best friends, until tragedy struck.

I hate remembering those days. It always hurts. We celebrated every birthday and holiday together as a family. Living across the street from each other our entire lives, our parents being so close to one another, we would have dinner together every night. As a family. Rotating who would host.

Until five years ago, Layla and I were staying at my house having a movie night while our parents went to
a sit down fundraiser dinner raising money for abused children. Our parents were always supporting charities. They were fortunate to have money beyond their wildest dreams. I also donate quarterly, mainly to charities for children or music programs, in memoriam of them.

I still don’t know all the details, nor do I want to. I think it would fuck me up even more if I did.

Recalling that night. It was late, way past our supposed bedtime, when we heard a knock at the door. I paused the movie we were watching and answered the door. It was a police officer. He introduced himself as Officer Petty's. He asked if I was Natalie Wright. That being me of course, I said yes. He then asked if Layla was there and if we would come with him.

I should have known something was wrong when he wouldn’t tell us why we were on our way to the hospital. In fact, he wouldn’t tell us anything at all. When you tell someone that their parents are deceased and that her best friend’s parents are in surgery, you don’t want them to be alone.

When we entered the ER, he asked me if I wanted to see my parents’ bodies that's how we broke the crushing news. There was no way that I could handle something like that, and I really didn't wish to remember my parents that way, so I hastily declined.

Firstly, I was angered at the officer then at the doctors for not being able to save them. Then anger toward the cruelty of it all. What kind of person informs a fifteen year old that she is now alone in the world like that?

Later, I had found out that the officer did try to find out if I had any next of kin, preferring that they broke the news. I remember him asking if we would like to wait in the waiting room while Layla’s parents were in surgery.

Where else would we have gone?

While we sat in that waiting room nervously awaiting news from the doctors on Layla’s’ parents condition, what was happening slowly sunk in. I became numb just feeling a wave of emptiness wash over me, my heart detaching itself from my emotions, no longer there. I was alone. They were my only blood family. My parents were both products of a one child family and my grandparents on both sides had passed way before I had made my way into this world.

Apparently our parents had a few drinks and thinking Layla's father was the least drunk, he drove them home. Speeding down the road, he lost control of the car causing the vehicle to crash into a guard rail, and my parents were then thrown from the car. EMTs found my parents bodies about fifty feet away from the car. They were pronounced dead on the scene. Layla's father, Brian, was going at least seventy miles an hour and not one of them were wearing seatbelts.

Layla's father and mother recovered. They had scars from the injuries, easily hidden underneath clothing, but there was more scarring. Less visible to people that I could see in their eyes every time they looked at me for the past five years.

I think that's why they took over guardianship of me, out of obligation to my parents. I could have gone to a foster home. The money would have been put away in a trust, and when I turned
eighteen, I would have been discharged from the state and handed a loaded bank account.

I know they love me in their own way, but I also think the guilt ate at them so much that they did things out of both
guilt and love. My parents were rich. Layla's were as well, and because of that my life was set. I never had to worry about anything. I could do whatever I wanted with my life. I chose to go to college many miles away from home. Away from the pity stares of everyone in my home town. With Layla.

We rented an apartment instead of residing in a dorm on campus. You never knew who you'd be rooming with, and we would rather be with each other. She’s the only person who never treated me differently after my parents died. People think I should hate her. Hate her parents. How could I? They were all drinking, I'm sure it wasn't the first time they risked their lives seeing who could drive instead of calling a taxi or another friend. It could have been my parents driving.

Brian didn't mean for it to happen. It was an accident, a freak-forever life-changing accident.

“Nat, NATALIE!” Layla's snapping fingers in front of my eyes and yelling at me.

She’s telling me we have to go shopping for new outfits for this concert. I tell her she’s buying since I don’t even want to go in the first place. I must have spaced off thinking of the past. It doesn't often happen because I don’t let it. I try to package it in a neat little box and shove it in the back of my mind.

I can afford it, but attending wasn’t my idea, and I don’t go around broadcasting the total in my bank account by spending it on frivolous materialistic items. I only spend money on necessities. Things I need to get by such as; college tuition, books, materials for class, shampoo, body wash, and food. I don’t believe in luxuries because there are so many people in the Godforsaken world that aren't as well off as I am.