He looked like a raven; that's what I thought of him. His dark personality to match his clothes and make up. Green eyes illuminating their own light as he quietly sits and watches all around him, knowing what is going on, but just chooses to not participate in it-or choose to stop it either.
"You're out, Radke," a cold voice said. I took a big drag from my cigarette and stared at Bryan, pushing out the smoke, slowly. "Uh?" I said, dumbly.
All of the members were here, including my boyfriend, Max. I looked at Max and smirked, raising my eyebrows questionably. "What's he mean, babe?"
"It means you're out. Pack up and leave," Robert said. I looked at Ortiz and studied him. He looked like a huge fan of Slash, his shades, hair, and all. I always admired that look, although I would never do it myself. I got up from the couch of the hotel that we were staying in. "I-I don't understand," I said, my heart beating faster. I looked at Max who just kept staring at me with those black eyes. "Babe? Baby?" I asked.
I started to walk to him, to grab his hand, until he moved out of the way and suddenly a police officer came in. I froze, dumbfounded. Shit. Shit! I forgot to report in!
"No, please. Don't tell me," I said frantically looking at my phone for the date, which turned out that I was 2 weeks late reporting in with my parole officer. "Oh, no, no, please," I said looking at the officer. She shook her head and sighed. Ronald Radke, we have a warrant for your arrest," she said as she took out the cuffs.
"No!" I said, looking at Max. He just continued to stare at me, speechless, his eyes were lifeless. The green was so vivid, but blank. "Hon?" I asked, as the officer snatched my wrists and started to lock the handcuffs on them so tight, I felt like they were cutting into me. He didn't look at me anymore, but I saw a lone tear on his cheek that rolled, leaving a cold trail of wetness. "Goodbye, Ronnie," he said.
I cried as those last words he said to me echoed in my ears.
"Goodbye, Ronnie."
I sighed, remembering that day 2 months ago. It would be another year or so until I'm out of this hell hole. Until then, an orange prison jump suit was my new outfit and anger was my new happiness. All of those motherfuckers betrayed me as if...as if I meant nothing. "It wasn't my fault…" I muttered softly as I sat in the chair. It was leisure time right now, and so I pass the time watching T.V. It was the news like always until this time, the channel was actually on MTV. I was confuse as to how it got on MTV, but I didn't argue. Maybe I can finally watch something a little more entertaining that what is happening to the presidency or economy.
It was all until I saw them...them…
"And with Radke gone, how has Escape the Fate been? Aren't you all suffering from the loss?" asked a british-sounding female blond who had a huge microphone, documenting all of the questions that are being answered by…them…
I first saw Bryan who was just smiling away. "Well, it's always sucky to see a member leave the family, even if we are the ones who let them go. We all miss Ronnie, but truthfully, we are much more flexible when it comes to music, and especially touring.
There were agreeing sounds made from what I know are the band members.
"Yeah, First we couldn't tour out of the country, then out of the state. I tell you, it was just an obstacle that we couldn't go over if he were still in the band, we just had to finally let him go. Nothing personal at all," said Max.
Max. "He...he said that about me?" I squeaked softly, tears immediately starting to weld my eyes so much that huge drops rolled down my cheeks without me even needing to blink.
"I-Max? My love?" I couldn't comprehend what just happened. "I-an obstacle? I was an obstacle?" The love of my life referred to me and my situation as an obstacle.
I slunk down into the chair as I continued watching the band members converse about how more successful they are without me being there to stop them.
I threw my fist down unto my lap in anger. "No!" I shouted.
"Shut up, inmate!" said a guard.
"Fucking-" I said softly, not to where anyone heard me.
"That you they're talking about on T.V?" the guard asked.
I waited a second to soak all of my anger in, to really realize that they are talking about me. "Yeah."
"You must've been bad," he laughed. The anger rose and I almost exploded, but I kept it under control, but I realized it wasn't worth it. "Yeah, haha, I guess I was," my voice was so monotonous that it could've given any thespian a heart attack of how awful I tried to play that off, but I didn't want to try. My revenge is being planned out as we speak and the taste of blood will be so delicious.
I can't wait.
