Jake watched everyone exit the bus
and knew Bron wasn’t going to budge. Walking back
to the bunk, he whipped the curtain open and started
chewing Bron out. “I’m not going to stand for this
again. I don’t know if you’re upset over this being
dragged out in the open and seeing him again or if
you are angry at what they did.” Bron lay there wanting
to scream, it’s not anybody’s fault but mine. I made
the mistake, I didn’t lock the door, she cried to
herself silently. I just want to go home, to my house,
to my bed, by myself. Why won’t he let me go home?
She didn’t hear a word Jake had said to her; she was
lost in her own thoughts.
She felt herself being pulled out
of the bunk. I don’t want to fight, no more fighting
she said to herself. Jake walked a mindless Bron
up to the suite. It took a second before Bron even
become conscious that she wasn’t on the bus.
The boys were getting fed up watching
Kevin prowl the suite. He wanted Bron with him, but
he couldn’t bring himself to force her anymore. Not
after what he had done to her. Kevin glanced at the
door to see her standing there. She still had that
awful blank look on her face it was eerie to him.
She was there physically but not mentally.
Bron looked across the room to see
the boys. They were all staring at her. One by one
they all dropped their heads. Oh no, they heard me.
Look how ashamed of me they are. Bron dropped her
head as tears slid down her face. Immediately she
turned, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on the
Hours drifted by and thoughts and
memories drifted through her head. What her life
was like before everyone was ashamed of her. It was
her fault and she knew it. She wouldn’t be surprised
if Mc would arrive in the morning to take her home.
Kevin came in stripped his clothes
off and crawled into bed. Bron rolled away from him
into a ball. Kevin sighed and moved on his side with
his back to her and closed his eyes. Dammit, I fucked
up, he thought; if I had only known about this. I’ve
pushed to hard and too fast. Dad if you’re listening
please help me fix this. How am I going to get her
on plane when she is like this? I have to think of
Bron waited for him to fall asleep
and got up. She went and sat in a chair and stared
out the window, lost in her thoughts and pain. I’m
hurting them and it can only get worse. I have to
leave here. I need my Bounce. I need to go home.
Time went by without notice to her. She didn’t hear
the knock on the suite door just the pass card being
slid through the lock.
Jake was suddenly before her. It
must be morning, she mused. She walked to the kitchen
to find a coffee pot, but there wasn’t one. Not finding
one she went and sat back down. Jake entered the
bedroom and shut the door. A few minutes later Jake
came out and left.
Kevin came out and walked over to
her. He bent down and looked at her. Her face was
still blank, her soul was gone or lost or something.
What did I do to her, he cried in his head. “Did
you stay up all night again?” he asked, trying to
get a response. But there wasn’t one.
The door opened again and Jake walked
over and set two cups down. Bron picked one up, removed
the lid, and sipped it. She heard Kevin talk to Jake
and then leave.
Jake came to her, “Bron talk to me?”
he asked her. “Stop ripping yourself apart. It wasn’t
your fault.” Bron looked at him, got up, and left.
She went directly to the bedroom and lay down again.
I want to go home, this is all my fault, she said
to herself as the tears slid down her temples into
Eventually Kevin came back and showered
to get ready for the show. Jake ended up playing
doorman since everyone wanted to check on Bron. “She’s
not going to go, don’t even try,” Jake warned them.
After the show, Kevin went upstairs
to make some calls. He called Mc and Stevie. “I’m
going to bed,” he said to Jake.
Jake nodded at him from the couch.
“I’m staying,” he declared. “Thanks
Jake,” Kevin answered him.
Kevin went into the bedroom and saw
her lying on her side wide-awake. He removed his
clothes and edged his way next to her in bed. “I’m
sorry darlin’,” he whispered to her. Bron brushed
his hands away as he tried to grab on to her.
Kevin couldn’t figure out what made
him feel worse, her refusing his touch or her current
state of mind. What have I done to her? Did I destroy
her? He thought.
The next day was almost the same
as the day before. The only thing different was that
Kevin’s mood was much worse and they had a plane to
catch to Grand Forks.
Bron scarcely remembered getting
on the plane for Grand Forks. She followed Kevin
blindly everywhere. She was barely functioning by
the time they hit Denver. After the Grand Forks concert,
she vaguely recalled Kevin telling her he had to leave
her for a little bit but he would be back. He kissed
her cheek and told her I love you.
Time rolled by and Bron was sitting
in the dressing room for the Denver show. She heard
the guys pitch a fit because Kevin was stuck on a
tarmac in L.A. and couldn’t get into Denver. A tear
slid down her face as she realized that Kevin has
left me. He’s gone and he’s not coming back.
Nick saw the tear slide down her
face and stormed out of the dressing room. “Kevin
is such an asshole!” he shouted out loud. Mary chased
after him, finally catching him in the game room that
was set up for the boys.
“Nick honey it’s okay,” Mary said
as she walked up next to him, while he was playing
pinball. Nick stopped his game. “No it’s not. He
does this shit to her and takes off for a freakin’
photo shoot.” Nick never raised his eyes from the
“Nick, Kevin had to go you know that.
He didn’t want to get stuck at the airport.” Mary
gently responded to the very angry young man.
“I don’t care, he’s wrong. He is
hurting her and the fans,” Nick ground out as he continued
to play the game.
Mary grabbed both of Nick’s hands
off of the game. “Nick, Kevin has called Jake so
many times Jake is ready to kill him. He loves Bron
and he doesn’t want to hurt her.”
Finally picking his head up he looked
at Mary. “You’re to blame too. She is destroying
herself because of what you guys did. What the hell
were you thinking?”
Mary was shocked at the intense anger
in his voice and those baby blue eyes. “Nick it will
work out. We are flying to Vancouver. Kevin will
be there for her. I guarantee you that he will not
leave her again until Bron either snaps out of this
or he gets her some help.”
Nick jerked his hands from Mary’s.
“Really Mare, when, before or after she kills herself.”
A chorus of Happy Birthday interrupted their conversation.
“Shit,” Nick exclaimed as he ran back to the dressing
room. Mary walked back slowly to the dressing room.
Poor Brian, some birthday kid, she said to herself.
The guys did the concert anyway.
They explained that Kevin was stuck on the runway
and couldn’t get into Denver. They even offered refund
but no one took the offer. Jake took Bron back to
the hotel while everyone else went out bowling. The
boys and their entourage needed to decompress and
unload some stress.
In the morning Bron silently walked
on the plane for the flight to Vancouver. Jake watched
her all night. He figured being in a hotel room alone
she might have slept but she didn’t. Something was
stopping her. At this rate she would be hospitalized
soon and that was the last thing that she needed.
Kevin would go insane if that even happened. Jake
knew that Kevin wouldn’t leave her if that was the
case, touring or not.
Jake watched Nick take a seat next
to Bron. He did every thing to coax a conversation
from her. But Nick looked at her as he finally gave
up. She isn’t even on the same planet as the rest
of us right now. So help me God I wish I never sent
him that freakin’ story.
The flight landed in Vancouver and
she was shuffled yet to another fancy hotel. Bron
sat for what seemed like a short while and the suite
door flew open. Two bags were dropped at the door.
Immediately walking to her, he sat down next to her
on the couch, grabbing her hand he squeezed it and
spoke. “I’m sorry Bron, this is the last thing I
wanted to happen.”
Bron stood up, ambled to the bedroom,
and lay on the bed. She didn’t acknowledge him.
Her mind was whirling. What was he doing back? I
thought he left me? I want to go home.
Kevin followed her and stopped at
the door. He shook his head and left. Kevin walked
down to A.J. and Mary’s room. The fellas spotted
him walking down the hall and fell in behind him.
Kevin was pounding his boots into the plush carpeting.
Nick followed because he had had enough and Brian
and Howie because they knew Kevin needed them. Kevin
turned swiftly and glared at them. He was greeted
with one serious glare back and two smiles.
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