Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Nobody's Hero Chapter 10



I laid my head back on the bed, as Jon laid down beside me.

"Clover?" he whispered into my ear. "Are you feeling better?"

I didn't want to talk, so I just rolled over and looked at his baby blue eyes. I could tell that he didn't want me to be so hurt, his eyes were so cold. I took my hand and set it on his arm. It was warm to the touch, as I went up and down.

The sun was pouring in through the window, because it was about noon. I didn't want to do anything. Just sit here.

"Clover," Jon whispered. "I feel really bad."

"Don't," I said, quietly. I got closer to him as he wrapped his arms around me.

For being in the house, he dressed like he was on the road. A pair of blue leopard pants, and a ripped Harley-Davidson shirt.

I grabbed the small wolf tooth necklace gently

He kissed my forehead, and I smiled for the first time in a month since my parents had died. He looked at me before pressing his warm lips to mine. They were gentle, as if kissing a small butterfly.

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" he asked. "Krystal will be coming over in a bit with Richie."

I nodded, slowly getting up and turning the radio on. Even in these times of being said, the radio was my best friend.

"You know what, Clover?" he smiled, getting up and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I think you're perfect."

I smiled as he nuzzled his nose inbetween my neck and my shoulder. I kissed his hand and he slowly broke away as I went into the bathroom.

I still had lost all the weight, and not gained it back. It was taking a huge toll on my body. The dark circles under my eyes weren't enough to express how much sleep I had lost. It wasn't good.

I pulled an old tour t-shirt that Richie had given me awhile back from Deep Purple, and a pair of short denim ripped jeans. I slipped on an old pair of worn out cowgirl boots, and put my long hair into a curly bun.

Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me put makeup on.

"You know," he whispered, "you look beautiful without it too."

I smiled. "You really know how to make someone happy, don't you?"

"You talked!" he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and put the rest of my makeup on, but turned back to Jon. "Wait, Krystal was coming with Richie?"

"Yeah," he said, "she was going to pick him up on her way here."

"Aren't they going to get Cory too?" I asked. I hadn't actually seen Richie's friend Cory Finch for a while. He had gone to school with Richie, and was Richie's best friend, other than Jon.

"I'm not sure. But I wouldn't be suprised if he did," Jon said. "Richie will be leaving with us soon, so I'd think he'd hang out with an old friend of his."

"He better not flirt with me," I growled.

Jon laughed. "Why wouldn't any guy NOT want to?"

There was a ring at the door, as Jon slid down the creeky staircase, and landed infront of the door.

Richie walked in first, his face beet red. You could tell he had been drinking, as Krystal came in, her hair messed up, and Cory behind her as he laughed.

"Do you realize how hard it is to bring drunk Richie here?" Krystal said, her eyes full of anger towards Richie. She turned around and pointed to Cory. "You weren't much help, either!"

"What?" he laughed, almost losing his breath. "Richie, Richie, do the uncle thing!"

"NO," Krystal said, shoving Richie out of the way so she could talk to me. "Goddammit. I need a drink."

"I'll go get you one," Jon said. "Clover?"

I shook my head, and hugged Krystal. "What happened?"

"Dumbass Richie here," she pointed to him, "decided to go to a bar."

"It wasn't that bad," Cory said.

"Do you realize which bar he went to?" she said. "It was two hours away!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the drunk Richie said between laughs. "I just can't help like that a perfect bachelor like me can't help but go find love in other places!"

"In a BAR?" she said. She rolled her eyes and sunk into the sofa in the living room.

"Hi, Cory," I said.

"Hi, Kmae. It's nice seeing you again," he said. "You look perfect as always."

"Why thank you," I blushed.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Nobody's Hero Chapter 9



It all had happened so fast. The good bye, to promises of seeing them again, heading off with the band, the crash, the pain, the dizziness, the loss......

They were dead. Killed. A semi hit them head-on while they were driving to visit a friend of theirs. Gone. Instantly.

And now we're back, back in my hometown. Back where we started but nothing was the same. Nobody was around anymore, nobody I could hug like I could them.

Jon sat on the edge of the bed as I was in the bathroom of my apartment, throwing up. I couldn't think anymore. Everything I ever had, was gone. I couldn't come to think that they had actually gone.

"Clover, are you alright?" he said, a tone of worry in his voice. "I can take you to the doctor, you've been puking for three hours straight."

I walked out of the bathroom, as Jon looked up at me like a puppy.

"I want to die," I whispered. "I don't deserve you or the band or the tour."

Jon stood up, putting his hands on my waist, and his lips to my ear. "Kmae, you deserve everything you have because you've been so nice to everyone. You've never hurt anyone, and everyone likes you. I love you."

"Why would my parents die then? Why would I be puking in my bathroom and losing 35 pounds in the last week if this is what I deserve?" I cried. "Jon, is this what I deserve? To be so sick at myself that I don't want to live here anymore?"

He hugged me. "Clover, you're my everything. If I lost you, who would I be?"

I hugged him back, tears staining his dark blue Aerosmith t-shirt.

I felt all my feelings come back over me as I ran to the bathroom, and threw up once again. I hadn't eaten in days, and I had already lost 35 pounds in the last week. Tonight was the funeral for my parents.

"Clover, Krystal's here," Jon said, standing in the doorway.

"I'll be down in a minute," I said through tears. I finished, and walked slowly down the stairs. I could hear Krystal and Jon talking.

"She needs to go to the doctor," Jon said, almost in tears. "I don't want to lose her, Krystal."

"What happened?" she asked.

"She's been puking for three hours. Since we got home on Saturday, she's lost over 35 pounds. I'm worried about her, Krystal. I don't know what to do and I'm scared," Jon said in tears.

Krystal put her hand on her head. "Jon, she needs to see a doctor."

"I already tried. She said she doesn't want to. This is the sickest I've seen her in a long time," Jon said, worry in his tone of voice.

I came down the stairs, as Jon and Krystal stood there looking at me. I had one of Jon's shirts on, and it looked like a dress on me because I had lost so much weight.

Krystal was almost in tears when she saw me, and came over and hugged me.

"You're coming tonight, right?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I'd be there if a tornado hit the damn place."

I hugged her tighter. "I better go get ready," I let a few more tears fall.

She nodded, letting me go, as I went back up the stairs.







Jon straightened his tie, as I stood beside him, a black dress on. I tried to keep back the tears as we walked into the funeral home. I was worried, with him by my side, that everyone was going to attack him or ask for autographs, but nobody did. In fact, nobody said a word to him.

We sat through the whole service, and Jon got up and talked in front of everyone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he cleared his throat. "I've known Mr. and Mrs. Bruce for a long time. Their wonderful daughter, Kmae, has been in my life since I was 14. They allowed me to love her, which is the best present any family member could give me. Yes, we've had rough times, but I don't like to think of them that way."

Krystal inhaled deeply, tears slowly falling down as she held my hand.

"I like to think of them," Jon said, pulling something out of his pocket, "I like to think of them as having one of the best lives ever. This," he showed the object to everyone, "is a clover. To remind them of their daughter, who was very loving and kind to everyone, just as they were." He set it on their urn, which they were cremated together.

Me and Krystal started bawling, as Jon came back down.

"How'd I do?" he asked, holding my other hand tightly in his.

"Wonderful," I whispered. "Just wonderful."

He kissed my forehead, and we listened to the rest of the funeral, before leaving, with footsteps of pain walking behind us.

Nobody's Hero Chapter 8


[Written by Krystal]
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Krystal asked me. Krystal had been my friend for a very long time. We were really close, and even though I couldn’t wait to head off with Jon and the band for the first leg of their runaway tour, having to leave behind my best friend – and my family - was one of the hardest things I could do.

“Yes Krystal, It is. I know you have had a rough past with Jon but you know he’s a good person," I said,  reassuringly.

“I know…I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Responded Krystal,  I gave Krystal a hug and smiled.

“I’ll be fine, Krystal, believe me.” Jon stood sheepishly in the door frame of Krystal’s house. He could only vaguely overhear Me and Krystal’s conversation, but he knew we were talking about him.

“Maybe I should just wait outside….” Jon said, slowly moving away.

“Don’t be silly, Jon. Good luck on your tour….” Said Krystal, her voice seemed to almost crack as she spoke to Jon, and even as she did she couldn’t look him in the eyes, leaving an awkward gap in their good-bye.

“Thank you.” Replied Jon, and then turned to me.

“Well, we should get going, Clover, we can’t keep the band waiting, and especially my manager….” Jon laughed.

“Alright, Bye Krystal, I’ll miss you!” I said, as I was smiling at Krystal and walking towards the door.

“I’ll miss you too, Keep in touch. Take care of her, Jon.” Said Krystal, half smiling.

Jon nodded in reply and began walking out the door with me at his side. She turned to wave at Krystal, who waved back with a smile as she was leaning against the frame of her front door.


It had been hours since me, Jon and the band had got on the tour bus and left our New Jersey hometown.  The band had talked a lot for a while; we talked about how amazing it was to be heading out on their first tour. What an amazing experience and opportunity. As usual Alec got on my nerves, David had spent most of the day wise cracking, but right now everyone was asleep. Everyone except for me, of course.

Jon was sleeping right next to me, and I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, even when he was sleeping. I gave him a feather light kiss on his lips and smiled.  I turned my gaze to the rest of the members, there was Richie curled up on the seat, cradling his guitar in his arms as he slept. That was Richie, he treated his guitars like his babies, and god forbid anything ever happen to them, he would go insane.  It occurred to me how lucky I was to have such great friends, and to be able to go with them on our journey to fame, but more of the fact that they actually let me.

 But I began thinking about my parents, the argument that we had before I left with Jon. They were worried about me, they thought that I would end up in bad situations, or end up crushed and hurt.

“Can’t you trust me; can’t you understand that I can take care of myself, Mom? Dad? Please….” I had pleaded.

“It’s not you that we don’t trust, it’s that boy.” My mother said, firmly.  

“But mom, I love Jon, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. I love him, and I love music, and this is what I want to do, please.” I had said, determined to go where my heart wanted.

“Not just that,” Began my father, as if he heard nothing of what I had just said, and was continuing off where my mother left, “But your being put in a bus with four other teenage boys, Kmae. Your young and-“

“No! Dad, stop, there, I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to me I promise. Nothing!” I reassured my parents the best I could, though they were still reluctant.

“I just don’t want to lose my baby.” my mother said, solemnly. I took both my parents in a huge hug and held them tightly.

“I’ll be okay, I love you and you won’t lose me.” I said.

“You won’t lose us either, Kmae, we promise. We’ll always be here if you need us.” Promised both my parents, lovingly.

I remembered the warmth and the love I felt, how protected I felt with my parents hugging me, how much I knew they loved me, how much they only wanted the best for me….

I must have dosed off because suddenly I was woken up by someone shaking me as I heard my name being called, quite loudly.

I opened my eyes and saw Jon, Richie and the rest of the band staring at me with horrified and worried expressions.

 “Clover….” Jon almost whispered my name, it was almost barely audible, I could tell something bad had happened.

“What? God what is it?” I sat up, horrified.

“Something horrible has happened…” Said Richie quietly, looking me in the eyes.

“What? Please tell me. Something horrible has happened to who?”

“Clover, It….It’s….Your parents.”  Jon said, his Blue eyes brimmed with worry and sadness.

At that moment, my heart dropped and a whirl pool of panic overtook me, and for once the fact that Jon called me Clover offered me no reassurance.

“You won’t lose us either, Kmae, we promise. We’ll always be here if you need us.”  The last thing her parents said to me was sent spiraling and  ringing in my head, making me feel dizzy and sick, and before anyone even told me exactly what happened I knew it in the back of my mind.

I did lose them. Forever....