Chapter Five
“It’s not what you think!” David yelled.
We had been fighting in a narrow hallway ever since Vickie cowardly ran off out of the club. I had so many things to say to her, but I wasn’t going to waste my time chasing after a groupie just to get a few words out. She defiantly was not worth a single breath.
“Well what the hell am I supposed to think when my boyfriend is being grinded on?! I snapped back. Fighting when we were both drunk out of our minds probably wasn’t the best idea at the time.
“She was all over me, I didn’t do anything!”
“Exactly! You didn’t do anything when you should have pushed her off!” I screamed at him. I stared at up him into his eyes and he just stared right back at me. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t find out?” I added.
“Don’t fucking yell at me when you were all over that other guy!” He argued.
I laughed. “Yes, David. I was having the time of my life with that stranger even though you’re in the same fucking room as me.” He stood quietly, I continued. “I find it pathetic how you believe a groupie over your own girlfriend.”
By this point, a small crowd of people stood around us at the peak of our argument. I looked around at them and noticed Roger waving his hand over, signaling us to leave the club.
I sure as hell didn’t want to leave with David.
I took one last look at him before I turned around and stormed out of the building.
“Emma, don’t leave.” He grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. “Please, I don’t want to end the night like this.”
“Fuck off.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and continued on with my way.
I got into a taxi outside which brought me to the hotel that we were staying at. I ran up to the room and pulled out the room key I kept in my pocket and started to pack up my things. I kept all the anger inside of me that I eventually broke down and I sat on the floor, bawling my eyes out. Alcohol makes things a million times worse, unfortunately.
David walked in and I stood up onto my feet, turning away from him.
“You’re being ridiculous.” He told me.
I stayed silent and threw my clothes in my suitcase. He continued, “I’m sorry, alright?”
“Are you though?” I questioned.
He moved in closer to me and put his hands on my waist. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
I pulled myself away from him. “You believed a fucking groupie over me, David. I’ve been your girlfriend for almost 2 years and you met Vickie a couple hours before!”
He let out a deep sigh and scratched his head. “How do I make it up to you?”
“Get me a plane ticket back home for the morning." He stood still, looking at me. “I’m serious.” I told him.
“It’s just a big misunderstanding Em, stop being so dramatic!”
“You’re telling me to stop being so dramatic?! You flipped because you thought that I was cheating on you!” I just couldn’t seem to let it go. Not in my drunken state.
“Don’t go home, Em. The tour isn’t over for a while yet.” He begged.
“I don’t give a fuck about the tour, David.”
“Well stay for me then.”
“Why the hell should I?” I laughed. “You’ll find yourself another groupie.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I just want you, Em. I didn’t ask her to come onto me,” he explained. “I want you to stay, please? I want to make it up to you.”
“I want to go home.”
He sighed. “You’ll change your mind by the morning. You’re drunk and not thinking right.”
I picked up my suitcase and put it on the floor, then walked into the bathroom. I got changed out of my clothes and into a pair of shorts and a baggy Beatles t-shirt and washed my face. The black makeup ran down my cheeks as I took a washcloth and wiped it away. I put my hair up into a pony tail and came out of the bathroom.
David was lying on the bed, his hands under is head as he looked at the ceiling. In all honesty, I did feel as if I was being over-dramatic. But at the same time, I was still so mad at him.
I climbed into bed and pulled the sheets over me without saying a word to him.
“I love you, Emma.” He spoke quietly.
“I love you too.”
And just like that, my mind changed.
We stayed up all night, working things out. As each hour passed by, we were sobering up and I was realizing how ridiculous I was being.
“This isn’t like us.” I told him. “We’re so much better than this.”
“I know, but we always work it out.” He smiled. “It’s worth it though, right?”
“It’s always been worth it” I giggled.
We always said that to each other. It was like a little reminder that reassured what exactly we are and where we stand. It worked every time.
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“That was one hell of an argument last night.” Rick admitted the next day in the airport.
“I thought you two were going to kill each other.” Nick laughed.
David wrapped his arm around my waist protectively like he always does and kissed my cheek softly.
Needless to say, I wasn’t going home anymore.
The whole situation with Vickie really ate away at my brain though. It really showed just how sneaky some girls can be, especially groupies. She put on such a good act when I met her, and came up with this plan just to get with my boyfriend. I was not looking forward to the groupies on the rest of the tour.
However, we didn’t have any problems with them in the next cities we went to. Of course they would gawk at the band and try to get close, but not one laid a finger on David. And they couldn’t, because we were glued at the hip for the most part.
Show after show, city after city… it was the same thing. I loved being in America; certain things about it was just so beautiful. One night, instead of partying, David and I took a walk along a boardwalk. It was right beside a river and you could hear the crickets chirping and an occasional splash from a fish jumping out of the water. It was really peaceful, and we needed that.
“Only a couple days left of the tour.” He told me that warm night on the boardwalk.
“I’m just about tired of touring now.” I admitted.
“We’ve only been touring for a month.” He chuckled lightly.
It was silent after that as I listened to the warm breeze brush through the trees.
Later, he sparked up a new conversation. “I’m thinking of buying a new flat.”
“Really? What’s wrong with the one you have now?” I asked.
“I want a bigger one… so you can live with me.”
I didn’t know what to say. I stood wide-eyed, motionless. “What?”
He laughed, “We’ll get an apartment together, my love. It will be perfect.”
“I’d love that.” I kissed him. “Where are we headed next?”
“New Orleans.”
“And then back home?” I asked.
“When we move in together, then we will be home.” He laughed.
And neither one of us knew what would become of this ‘home’.
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