New Beginnings
A Tragic Beginning
*Hailey’s POV*
Packing was hard. Not only because I just had too many things for one girl to handle in a one bedroom apartment, but because I knew I’d be leaving the life I’ve made for myself here in Knoxville, Tennessee for a brand new one in Huntington Beach, California. Some may say it’s for the best, well, everyone thinks it’s for the best, but in my heart no matter how much pain I’ve gone through in this city I wouldn’t leave it, even if it meant that I’d have even better job opportunities in Huntington Beach. But the thought of myself spending only my second day in California attending my grandparent’s funeral killed me.
It had been a long day. Spending hours upon hours debating and sketching idea after idea for my second client of the day, he had finally had enough after not being able to get exactly what he wanted for the price he expected, and stormed out of my tattoo shop without another look back. What could I do? Wanting a full back color tattoo in four session’s time and keep the price half of what I offered to him? It wasn’t going to happen.
I drove into the parking lot of my apartment complex completely exasperated and overworked. As I gathered my bag and my coat from the passenger’s seat of my old Chevy Impala, my phone began vibrating. I pulled it out of my back pocket as I got out of my car, smiling as I saw the contact photo of my mother flashing back at me. Having not heard from her in weeks, I answered the phone, delighted to hear her voice, but what I was about to hear would change my life forever, “Mom! You’re alive!” I joked.
“Hi sweetheart,” the pain in her voice was clear as day, “how are you doing?”
I frowned, “I’m doing alright,” I paused for a moment, and finally sighed, “What’s wrong? You’re not the same cheeky mother I spoke to two weeks ago.”
“Honey,” she began. I always knew, even as a child, that when she began with that, something was wrong, “Two nights ago your grandmother was in an accident.”
“An accident?! Why didn’t you call me two nights ago!?” I nearly shouted.
“Oh Hailey,” she sighed, “you know I would have called you the second I could. But the last two days… I haven’t been able to think straight.”
“I understand. Please tell me what happened. Is she okay? Does grandpa know?”
“Grandpa knows,” I could hear mom choke up, tears filling my eyes, “Your grandmother. She was in a car accident. She had a head-on collision with a tractor trailer truck while on her way home from the nursing home visiting grampy,” tears started streaming down my cheeks as I headed up to my apartment on the second floor, “she died on the scene. The second I found out I went to the nursing home to tell your grand- my father…” she cut herself off, “though he couldn’t put into words how he felt, I know he was completely heartbroken.”
“W-was?” I stuttered, entering my apartment and throwing my things on the coffee table and throwing myself onto the couch, wiping at the tears falling from my eyes.
“The next night…” mom broke into a sob, “your grandfather died peacefully in his sleep.” I knew she had more to say, but that’s all I needed to hear.
“They’re together… Like they always wanted.” I said just loud enough for her to hear, my voice cracking.
Three weeks later, here I am, getting ready to move into the home they left in my name. Giving most of my things away to close friends and family in the area, I packed only enough that would fit in my car, because driving was much less costly than buying a plane ticket.
*Brian’s POV*
Getting up every morning was just like any other when I’m not on tour. Usually sleeping in until 12 PM, and staying in most of the day unless I have to go out for something, or I’ve made plans with the guys. If I didn’t have my four best friends by my side who knows where I’d be now. They’ve helped me through everything, no matter how much of a pain in the ass I might be.
As of recent, I’ve started living alone again. I’ve missed sharing this huge home with the love of my life, but things end and love dies, according to Allison at least.
The tour had come to an end to promote our latest self-titled album, and although it had been a hell of a run, I was more than excited to get home and spend every waking moment I could with Allison again.
The night I arrived at the airport I was not greeted by Ally, but by the other girls that were there waiting patiently for the rest of the guys behind me to get off the plane. I was somewhat hurt, but I had figured she had fallen asleep back at home, it being after eleven o’clock.
I remember like it was yesterday: Climbing out of the taxi I had taken home to no sign of Allison’s car, I had quickly collected my suitcases out of the trunk of the cab and hurried up to the front door, it surprisingly being left unlocked. There was no sign of anyone in or around the house, it being completely pitch dark with only the kitchen light left on.
Everything from that point on I don’t like to recall, because the only thing left in the house of her’s I found that night was her address book she always kept with her laying on the island of the kitchen. Being open to the “Messages” section, I found a note she had written. I remember reading it over and over, it stating things like, “I can’t be with someone I only see a few months out of the year,” or, “I can’t be alone like this all of the time, Bri.” But the one thing that got me, and I will always remember is, “I thought I loved you, Brian, but this is impossible for me. I got into something I wasn’t ready for. I thought being with someone like you would be amazing, just like to any other girl, but dating a rockstar isn’t everything. I’m moving to Texas to be live with boyfriend, Jason. Don’t plan to contact me.”
How she could just forget about me, I don’t know. In fact, I’ve spent the last three months wondering how. Spending two and a half years with the one I just ‘knew’ I would marry was just a complete waste of pain and tears.
Packing was hard. Not only because I just had too many things for one girl to handle in a one bedroom apartment, but because I knew I’d be leaving the life I’ve made for myself here in Knoxville, Tennessee for a brand new one in Huntington Beach, California. Some may say it’s for the best, well, everyone thinks it’s for the best, but in my heart no matter how much pain I’ve gone through in this city I wouldn’t leave it, even if it meant that I’d have even better job opportunities in Huntington Beach. But the thought of myself spending only my second day in California attending my grandparent’s funeral killed me.
It had been a long day. Spending hours upon hours debating and sketching idea after idea for my second client of the day, he had finally had enough after not being able to get exactly what he wanted for the price he expected, and stormed out of my tattoo shop without another look back. What could I do? Wanting a full back color tattoo in four session’s time and keep the price half of what I offered to him? It wasn’t going to happen.
I drove into the parking lot of my apartment complex completely exasperated and overworked. As I gathered my bag and my coat from the passenger’s seat of my old Chevy Impala, my phone began vibrating. I pulled it out of my back pocket as I got out of my car, smiling as I saw the contact photo of my mother flashing back at me. Having not heard from her in weeks, I answered the phone, delighted to hear her voice, but what I was about to hear would change my life forever, “Mom! You’re alive!” I joked.
“Hi sweetheart,” the pain in her voice was clear as day, “how are you doing?”
I frowned, “I’m doing alright,” I paused for a moment, and finally sighed, “What’s wrong? You’re not the same cheeky mother I spoke to two weeks ago.”
“Honey,” she began. I always knew, even as a child, that when she began with that, something was wrong, “Two nights ago your grandmother was in an accident.”
“An accident?! Why didn’t you call me two nights ago!?” I nearly shouted.
“Oh Hailey,” she sighed, “you know I would have called you the second I could. But the last two days… I haven’t been able to think straight.”
“I understand. Please tell me what happened. Is she okay? Does grandpa know?”
“Grandpa knows,” I could hear mom choke up, tears filling my eyes, “Your grandmother. She was in a car accident. She had a head-on collision with a tractor trailer truck while on her way home from the nursing home visiting grampy,” tears started streaming down my cheeks as I headed up to my apartment on the second floor, “she died on the scene. The second I found out I went to the nursing home to tell your grand- my father…” she cut herself off, “though he couldn’t put into words how he felt, I know he was completely heartbroken.”
“W-was?” I stuttered, entering my apartment and throwing my things on the coffee table and throwing myself onto the couch, wiping at the tears falling from my eyes.
“The next night…” mom broke into a sob, “your grandfather died peacefully in his sleep.” I knew she had more to say, but that’s all I needed to hear.
“They’re together… Like they always wanted.” I said just loud enough for her to hear, my voice cracking.
Three weeks later, here I am, getting ready to move into the home they left in my name. Giving most of my things away to close friends and family in the area, I packed only enough that would fit in my car, because driving was much less costly than buying a plane ticket.
*Brian’s POV*
Getting up every morning was just like any other when I’m not on tour. Usually sleeping in until 12 PM, and staying in most of the day unless I have to go out for something, or I’ve made plans with the guys. If I didn’t have my four best friends by my side who knows where I’d be now. They’ve helped me through everything, no matter how much of a pain in the ass I might be.
As of recent, I’ve started living alone again. I’ve missed sharing this huge home with the love of my life, but things end and love dies, according to Allison at least.
The tour had come to an end to promote our latest self-titled album, and although it had been a hell of a run, I was more than excited to get home and spend every waking moment I could with Allison again.
The night I arrived at the airport I was not greeted by Ally, but by the other girls that were there waiting patiently for the rest of the guys behind me to get off the plane. I was somewhat hurt, but I had figured she had fallen asleep back at home, it being after eleven o’clock.
I remember like it was yesterday: Climbing out of the taxi I had taken home to no sign of Allison’s car, I had quickly collected my suitcases out of the trunk of the cab and hurried up to the front door, it surprisingly being left unlocked. There was no sign of anyone in or around the house, it being completely pitch dark with only the kitchen light left on.
Everything from that point on I don’t like to recall, because the only thing left in the house of her’s I found that night was her address book she always kept with her laying on the island of the kitchen. Being open to the “Messages” section, I found a note she had written. I remember reading it over and over, it stating things like, “I can’t be with someone I only see a few months out of the year,” or, “I can’t be alone like this all of the time, Bri.” But the one thing that got me, and I will always remember is, “I thought I loved you, Brian, but this is impossible for me. I got into something I wasn’t ready for. I thought being with someone like you would be amazing, just like to any other girl, but dating a rockstar isn’t everything. I’m moving to Texas to be live with boyfriend, Jason. Don’t plan to contact me.”
How she could just forget about me, I don’t know. In fact, I’ve spent the last three months wondering how. Spending two and a half years with the one I just ‘knew’ I would marry was just a complete waste of pain and tears.
Notes
First chapter of my first story, guys! I hope you enjoy and I love any kinds of feedback. Let me know if you want more, and I will start working on it as soon as I know! Thanks (:
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10/2/16