There were times when just to hear her breathe.... It could bring him out of those spells he had. He hated them with an unbridled fury. They were, however, a result of the things he used to do.
He remembered the days when he used to go over to Mike's and stay over at Mike's because he was too high to come home.
He remembered the times that he and a few other kids would get a few joints, set out into the woods, sit down in a circle on the forest floor and smoke until they were all buzzed beyond belief.
They were good times, but they were over now. It was probably a good thing. He knew drugs weren't good for him. He knew she was good for him.
Ever since he'd gotten out of rehab shortly before Christmas, he'd been totally against drug usage for anything other than truly medicinal reasons just because she was.
He loved her. Saralynn. His girlfriend whom he loved making love to. But he was starting to remember his drugs and the friends he always had when he was high that he no longer saw.
He wasn't so sure he wanted to stay sober. With all of the withdrawl symptoms that he still had, he wasn't sure he could.
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Melyssa was still there. She was gleefully trying to catch up with him, but he was by far the better rollerblader. He turned around to mock her and suddenly felt his feet slip out from beneath him.
For a moment, he was worried. Melyssa obviously was as well since she pulled to a stop and knelt down beside him. He took a deep breath and sat up. "Guess I'm okay. This time anyway."
He was referring to the act that had brought him to Melyssa. He had gone blading one day and had slipped in a puddle of oil in front of Melyssa's house. Since she had been the reason that the oil had been there, she had blamed herself, although he hadn't been watching where he was going.
He had been in a coma for a while. She had come to the hospital every day just to talk to him ad apologize to him. When he had finally pulled out of the coma, which had been because of her, he had been blind.
One day he invited Melyssa over to his house, once he had come home from the hospital, just to spend some time with her. To thank her. They'd been running around in his backyard, or rather he, the blind one, had. He'd tripped over a root, hit his head and was once again a member of the seeing.
Melyssa was now his girlfriend. They occasionally kissed or something like that. It was basically an extremely strong friendship with the occasional bit of light making out. He liked it that way, but he loved Melyssa.
He lay next to Krystle, tracing a finger down her side. She was sleeping soundly and didn't stir in her sleep.
She was due in a month or two, considering her age and the fact that it was her first pregnancy. It was going to be a boy. They were going to name him Andrew Isaac Hanson. He was going to be a husband and a father.
It had been a hard road getting here. Oh, it had been easy at first, but then Krystle had told him one lie about his child, saying that it might not be his, just so she could see how much he cared. He cared enough about her to marry her anyway.
They had eloped in a sense. He'd gone by oen night to pick her up. They'd driven to a church and were married. They had the permission of their parents, but there was going to be a big wedding and they had skipped all of that in favor of something quick.
They hadn't "done it" since marriage. Krystle was pregnant after all. For those first few months they could have, but he knew Krystle was uncomfortable with the idea, so he didn't push it. It was something he could do without.
"So, are we on for the movies Saturday night?" Saralynn asked over the telephone.
He dighed. "Sorry. I've got a meeting. Six until eight. How about Friday night?"
"I'll have to see. I think my cousin's recital is that night, but it may be Thursday. I promised her I'd go. Let me go ask now and I'll call you back when I know, okay?"
"Okay."
He heard her hang up, so he did the same. They hardly got to see each other anymore. She had immersed herself in extracurricular activities and what she had left of family. He had meetings galore for rehab, for discussion of touring, television shows and a new album.
His love for her was still very immense. His feelings for her hadn't changed except maybe to grow stronger. But, there were days when he wanted to go back to before he met her and times when he wished he hadn't given up drugs for her.
He always ended up telling himself he was crazy. He had his dream girl, Saralynn. She was there to stay unless he went back to his old ways. But, his old ways looked so good right now. So right. So...
The phone rang. He picked it up quickly. "Saralynn?"
"Hey Tay. Well, her recital is Thursday, so we can go out Friday. Meet you at the Cineplex at seven?"
"Sounds great. Hey, you want to grab some dinner first? There's that place on 10th Street."
"Yeah! That place is great. So, meet you there at six?"
"Sure. So, see you then?"
"You know it. Love you."
"Love you, too."
The dial tone echoed in his ear.
He twirled the pencil around and around trying to word the chorus for a song he was writing. He sighed in frustration and tossed the pencil across the room. He dropped his head and leaned back against the wall, somewhat defeated.
He needed inspiration to write. He needed Melyssa. His world all but revolved around her now. She was his goddess and he was all too happy to bow down to her. He loved her.
Deciding that he wouldn't be able to get any more work done that night, he closed up the notebook that he had been writing in and tucked it under his arm. He stood up and made his way up to his room. My room.
It was still a new thing for him. They'd been in the new house for a while and they had nine bedrooms to use. In the beginning, he'd still bunked with Isaac and Taylor because that was how it had always been. But, then Isaac had gotten married. He and Krystle often spent the night at the Hanson home. It wouldn't seem right for her to spend the night with Taylor and himself. So, Isaac had moved his stuff to another room.
Taylor was still in the original room. Why did I leave? After asking himself that, he knew the answer. Taylor had always been moody, a dreamer. He needed his space or else little things pissed him off. Zac hated to have Taylor pissed at him because of little things, so he'd moved to another room. Of course, he still slept in the trundle bed. It was just in another room.
He felt something jab into his side. He moaned and rolled over. Another jab and a gasp of someone in pain. Quickly, he opened his eyes and sat up, immediately looking over at Krystle. "Hon, you okay?"
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she shook her head and grabbed her stomach. "Hold on. I'll call 911."
Krystle looked up at him, her lips trembling. "They won't get her soon enough. Get me to the hospital. Please."
He nodded and took a deep breath. "Hold on, honey."
He threw on some sweats as quickly as possible, then rushed over to Krystle's side of the bed. He gently wrapped her up in the pale blue comforter and picked her up. He carefully carried her out of the room, down the stairs and into the garage. He eased her into the backseat and rushed to the driver's seat.
He cranked up the car and pressed the button on the remote control to open the garage door. Impatiently, he tapped his foot on the gas, easing backward. Once the door was open far enough to get through, he put the car into reverse and pressed down on the gas pedal. He turned to look behind him and heard Krystle whimpering softly. "Hold on. We'll get you there as fast as we can."
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