: 06-28-14 - Updated: 10-13-16id:10492696
Love,Hate,Betrayal
Leaving the concert blurry headed and very unstable. Tom Dubois stumbles toward the stadium parking lot desperately searching for his wife. She ran towards the emergency exit but, He lost sight of her through the wild crowd of R&B fans. Who were waiting on the return of the star who lay slumped with three bullets inside his chest. Tom wipes the vomit starting to dry over his lips with his sleeve. Not the best idea wearing his attorney suit to a concert. He felt his feet starting to swell more with each step he takes. "Dammit Sarah I don't wanna play this game come out!". He reaches into his pocket a second later. "Or have you forgotten who drove us here?"
"Oh Jeez", Sarah Dubois thinks as she runs looking for a way out. Colors blend together as she looks around not knowing what to do next. Her life had collapsed right in front of her. "What the Hell!", she had no idea what had gotten into her husband. "Tom has never even owned a gun what is going on?", she was immediately snapped out of her daze by a male fan gazing at her overexposed clevage. She had dressed to turn heads but now the outfit is gaining her unwanted attention. Wearing a black party dress showing off her curvy figure. The top was carefully secured to give the effect that her chest would burst out of her dress at any moment. She blushed remembering she had picked the outfit just on the off chance she would meet the now dead artist. Just thinking of him brought back the images of Tom shooting the beloved star. Gagging she stumbles towards the Womens restroom.
Tom standing in the middle of the parking lot could have been mistaken for a drunken fan. The drugs had hit their peak and his bodies tolerance for the new substances was very low. His arm spasmed causing him to drop his keys. His legs were the next to go as they collaspe under his bodies weight. Confused he tries to stand causing his stomach to clench and spasm as he throws up the last of the contents in his stomach. He lays their having a seizure as the rain starts to pour. Tom looks up to see a young couple making their way back into the concert. As they come closer he recognizes one of their faces "your still alive?" He thinks before losing consciousness.
Screaming is what brings Sarah out of her stress dream. She had passed out in the stall while thinking on the current state of her life/marriage. "Oh no.", she says slightly as she realizes somebody is bound to find the body. She gets up and does a inventory double checking her possessions. Another scream puts a sense of urgency into her movements. She had lost her sense of time and was feeling very helpless. Peeking her head out of the restroom she looks around to see exactly what was going on. The concert had to still be on the spotlights bathed the stadium in a violet glow. "I still have time to get out of here.", she sighs. Stepping out into the hallway she sees her dress has ridden up way past her thighs. She stops and straightens her hem pulling it in place ,while reaching inside her purse to do a quick glance at her make up. As soon, as she looks inside the compact mirror the reflection causes her to catch her breath. The same fan who had been enjoying the view of her clevage now lingered no more than five feet behind her. He had obviously waited on her to return from the bathroom. She confronts him first quickly turning in her pumps. "Hi?", She challenges him with her stare. "What do you want?", she puts out her left hand saying "I'm married so no I don't want to go anywhere with you.",
The stranger turns bright red as he puts her cell phone into her outstretched hand. "Sorry", he replies "You ran so fast and the noises drowned out my voice.", "so I waited.". Sarah stares emotions tripping over themselves as she searches for the right words. She wanted to say "thanks, my phone is my life." But what came out was "Yes, You should go back to your seat I have to go." Turning she never sees the man's reaction. Walking out of the stadium she couldn't even finish her first thought as she sees the flashing lights of the paramedics. She drops everything running towards the growing crowd standing around the truck. Out of breath she reaches the crowd and starts pushing anyone blocking her view. "No, how did they find him so fast?", Peeking through she sees the face of the man convulsing on the stretcher. "Tom!" She yells running alongside her husband "No! Tom!", "Stay back lady."
A middle aged African male yells "He's having a seizure we have to give him space.", "I'm his wife.", she manages to say through her tears. The second paramedic looks her over. After sprinting across the parking lot she had the look of a runaway victim. ", "Hey you okay lady?", looking him square in the face she says "Don't worry about me get my husband to the hospital.", stunned he gives her a bewildered stare. "Now!" Sarah screams "Go and if he dies it's your ass Daniel." She says reading his nametag. Daniel jumps into action silently scolding himself for not keeping his proffesionalism. As the paramedic closes the back doors. Sarah let's out a sigh remembering Tom had the keys to their car. "Hey are these yours?" A tall handsome man looks down at her. "Me and my wife were on our way in when we saw your husband collaspe." He says motioning towards a stunning woman in a party dress. The dress clinging enough to show her amazing body leaving just enough to the imagination stopping above her kness. The couple looked great together Sarah couldn't help but think how she use to think that her and Tom looked that great together. The thought brings tears to her face again. The male introduces himself as Laurence and passes Sarah a hankerchief. "Sarah?" The woman says it as a question. "Is that your name?" She could only manage a nod as she wipes her face. "Tom kept saying your name once he collapsed." "Thank you both." Sarah replies and turns toward her car. "I'm going to the hospital now." She says without looking back."