Author's
Note:
Hey guys! I am so sorry it took forever for me to get this chapter out to you.
I was super busy with work and then I
sat down to write and discovered I had a case of writer's block. Well, then I
had to get an idea so I read some other fanfic and finally gave up and asked
for help. Tablynvan was generous enough to help little 'ol me and we finally
figured out an idea for the ending. So, thank you so much Tabetha! Now without
further ado the second to last
chapter of my story!
Chapter 8- It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way
After about 3 hours of arguing Carey finally convinced Claire to let me leave with the tour in the morning. "Only under one condition. You come back and stay for 2 weeks sometime. And I mean sometime soon too!" Claire said finally giving up. "Okay, okay, Claire. I promise. Now I gotta go pack." I said grabbing Carey and running to the guestroom.
A WEEK LATER
We were in Dallas and Carey had taken me to this quiet little park he had discovered at their last gig here. "It's beautiful here. So quiet." I said gazing around. "Yeah, quite a difference from the bus, huh?" I laughed. "This past week has been so amazing. I must be dreaming." I said laying down flat on my back. Carey laid down next to me. "Oh really. You're dreaming?" Carey said propping his head up on his hand. "Yup." "Well then I better kiss you." He said leaning over to press his lips to mine. My last conscious thought was that I never wanted this to end. Little did we know we were being watched. By a familiar pair of eyes at that.
BACK AT THE BUS
"Goodnight Carey!" I yelled from the back of the bus. "Goodnight Ally, goodnight Annie!" There had been a mix up at the hotel and they only had 3 rooms left. So Annie, Carey, and I offered to sleep on the bus. Carey was still up playing Clu's gameboy when Annie and I decided to go to bed. "That boy is crazy." Annie said climbing into bed. "I know, that's why I love him." I said turning off the light.
It was 12:45 when Carey finally decided to give up on the game and go to bed. He quickly changed into a wifebeater and his boxers and went into the girl's room. He lightly kissed Ally on the forehead. "If I should die before I wake." Little did he know how right he was. He walked back to his room, climbed into bed and fell instantly asleep. He never noticed the figure in the shadows. She slowly walked up to his bed and called his name a couple of times to make sure he asleep. He was. She crept over to the door and locked it quietly. Then she slowly drew the blade from her boot. She swiftly raised the knife above her head and brought it down several times. Connecting with the limp body in front of her everytime. She watched the blood trickle down the bed and into a pool on the floor. She grinned wickedly, she would have laughed but was afraid she would awake the others.
MEANWHILE
Ally was tossing and turning before waking with a start. She was covered in a cold sweat. "That was the worst nightmare I have had ever. Misty sneaking in and killing Carey? That could never happen. She was in jail and Carey was just down the hall. Safe and sound. Okay. Calm down. Go back to sleep. You'll see him in the morning." Something still told me it was true.
IN THE MORNING
"Good morning sleepy-head. You don't look so good. Are you okay?" Molly asked me. "I'm fine. I just had a horrible nightmare last night." I sat down at the empty breakfast table. "What time is it anyway?" I said looking around for everybody. "11:58." Jack said as he, Clu, Annie into the bus. "Yeah, why don't you go wake up you lazy boyfriend." Clu said taking out a bag of chips. "You mean he's not up yet?" I felt a pit in my stomach. "Nope, not yet. I guess he was up really late or something." Clu said munching on the chips. Then the little voice in my head started. "He's gone. He's gone. He's gone." I walked over to the door and discovered it was locked. "That's weird, it's locked." I noted out loud. I took a bobby pin out of my hair and quickly picked the lock. I opened the door and at first didn't notice anything unusual. The drapes were closed and It was pretty dark. Then my bare foot connected with something wet. "That's strange." I went over to him and shook him a couple of times. "Carey? Carey?" I went over and opened the blinds and that when I saw the scene. Carey was dead. His shirt soaked in blood and the floor covered with it. Then I turned around and saw the message on the mirror. It was written in blood. "I warned you Ally. You will never be happy!" I dropped to my knees and put my hands to my face to cry and saw they were covered in blood. I screamed with the only energy I had left. "Honey, what's wro…" Molly dropped off when she got to the door.
THAT NIGHT
I sat in the police station with my laptop in front. I had finally stopped the tears from falling so I decided I needed to be a reporter now and write the story. "The Molly Phillips tour suffered an awful blow today with the death of their guitarist. Carey Bell, son of Molly's head roadie and manager, died at about one o'clock yesterday morning." I couldn't write anymore. The tears began to fall again as I looked around the busy station. Ned was holding Irene who was bawling uncontrollably, Annie was comforting Clu who was also crying, Molly and Jack were sort of grieving together over the loss of their good friend. At that moment I felt so alone. I had no one to grieve with. In times like this I would have turned to Carey but he wasn't here anymore. So instead I turned to one of the only thing my mother had left me, her bible. As I was flipping through the pages a small piece of paper fell. There was a chant scribbled on it in my mother's handwriting. I said the words over and over.