19. Being the Lead Singer's Girlfriend

Disclaimer: There is some intense and seriousmaterial in this chapter. I am sorry if the upcoming content offends anyone—I promise it won't be too explicit. Just a forewarning!

Jack completely rocked my world that night. Neither of us had ever engaged in such intense sex before. When we woke up, we both dressed in our underwear and went downstairs, both of us giddy from the night before. Suddenly, both of us stopped dead in our tracks.

"Looks like you guys had a fun evening," Bobby said, sitting on the couch as he observed our lack of clothing.

"Uh, Bobby? How'd you get into Ange's place?" Jack asked, his face turning bright red.

"You left the key she gave you back at home. I needed to get a hold of you, I though I'd drop by," he smirked as he tossed Jack the key. Jack ran a hand through his messy hair and turned to me with a sympathetic look.

"Have you been here long? We were just about to make breakfast," I said.

"Oh, I stopped by this morning and you were both sleeping still, so I thought I'd come back this afternoon," he looked at his watch, "it is only 1:14 you know,"

Jack and I both blushed at how late we had slept in. Neither of us felt it was that late.

"Lunch anyone?" I asked.

"Sure…but right now I just need a quick conversation with my brother," Bobby stated as he stood to his feet.

"Bobby what is it?" Jack asked, looking a bit worried.

"Let's step outside. Ange, we'll be back in just a minute," Bobby said as he motioned for Jack to follow him outside. I ran upstairs and threw on some sweats and a tee-shirt and ran back downstairs, expecting them to be back inside. I saw they were still talking, so I went into the kitchen and began making grilled cheese.

Bobby and Jack finally came inside and found me in the kitchen. Jack had the most bizarre look on his face. I couldn't tell if he was happy or upset.

"Ange, we have to talk," he said finally. My heart dropped since his expression was anything but glorious.

"Jack what's wrong?" I asked, walking closer to him, trying to sense his vibes.

"Well, I have some news from Bobby," he said, glancing at his brother.

"Oh God, what is it?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Well, last night at the concert, a talent scout sought out Bobby to find out about my band and they want us to play more gigs around and out of Detroit!" He exclaimed, finally showing his enthusiasm. I shrieked with excitement for Jack and I jumped up and hugged him.

"Jack that's wonderful!" I screamed.

"Yeah, my band found out today too, apparently. I gotta go call Pert and figure out times when we can practice," Jack said as he excused himself into the other room.

"Bobby! You scared the shit outta me!" I laughed.

"Yeah, that was the plan," Bobby chuckled.

Later that month…

Things had been going really well for Jack and his band, Pragmatic Sanction. I laugh every time I think of that band name. Laugh and then cry.

Jack and his band mates worked long days practicing, which worked out fine for me since I was working on my internship. Jack would come over late at night after practicing, tired, and I'd be exhausted as well. We'd just crash or watch a movie or whatever. On occasion, we'd have dinner, and then sex. What Jack didn't tell me was that, when he'd be spending his evenings with me, he'd be blowing off spending time with his band mates. Apparently he felt that the time they spent practicing was enough time spent with them, then the rest of his day should be devoted to me. I thought it was thoughtful and generous of him to be coming over so late after spending such long days working with his band. He didn't seem to mind. He always just looked relieved and glad to see me. On the weekends, I was able to attend the band practices, something I felt almost obligated to do because I wanted to show Jack my support. Each weekend, I went with them to different locations to perform. We always had a good time backstage. Jack and I would spend secret time together in random rooms backstage before his band would go on the play. I'd sit in the front row and scream my head off for them. Sometimes Jack would pull me on stage. Those times would embarrass me so much, but then I'd just smile and laugh it off with Jack. Everything was busy and hectic, but going well until the first weekend of February…

The guys were playing a Saturday night gig in Lansing, the capital. This was big for them. The Friday before, Jack and the guys practiced all day and well into the evening. Around 7:30, Jack came into my place looking tired.

"Long day?" I asked, handing him a beer.

"Yeah, but we're so ready for tomorrow," he replied with a tired smile as he sat down.

"Great! I can't wait to hear you guys tomorrow night just rock out the capital," I said as I sat next to him.

"It should be a great time, babe," he replied as he kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me. We hung low for a bit and Jack finally finished his beer and stood up.

"Ange, I'm sorry but I have to get some sleep tonight," he said, looking a bit sad he had to leave me.

"You can spend the night here if you want," I said, standing up, facing him.

"You know I want to. But I know if I sleep here we'll spend all night having sex—which is SO not a bad thing—but I do need some sleep tonight, baby," he laughed. I laughed with him in agreement; I knew it was true. Whenever he slept over we had sex all night.

"Faire enough," I smiled and walked him to the door.

"Tomorrow night," he said as he stepped outside, "to celebrate the concert. We'll have sex all night," he laughed.

"Okay, sounds like a plan," I laughed with him. He leaned in and kissed me goodnight.

"See you tomorrow. I love you," he said and turned to leave.

"I love you too. Sleep well," I turned and went inside and shut the door. I saw down on the couch and turned on the TV and just go into watching a show when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat thinking it was Jack. I popped right off the couch and ran to the door and opened it.

"Jack!" I exclaimed not even noticing who was out there.

"No, not Jack, sorry Ange," Ralph said. My heart sank but I smiled.

"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked, a bit confused as to why they were here.

"Actually, we figured Jack was here," Alex said, looking in my house.

"Oh, no he's not…" I began to say, as they invited themselves into my house, "he just left a few minutes ago…"

"You got any beer, Ange?" Ralph asked as he shut the door behind him.

"Yeah, in the fridge…want me to call Jack?" I asked as I reached in my sweatshirt pocket for my cell phone and pulled up the Mercer's home phone number.

"No that's alright, we can just talk to you," Alex said as he sat down on the couch.

"About what?" I asked, moving closer to the door.

"Have a seat! Relax, we won't be long," Ralph said as he pushed me onto the couch.

"Okay," I said, a bit nervous about the situation, sitting down.

"Now, first things first," Ralph said as he sat next to me, "you and Jack have been together for how long now?"

"Um, almost 3 months?" I said not really sure of how long it's been.

"And of course you guys hang out a lot," he stated.

"Yeah," I replied.

"And undoubtedly you guys fuck," he continued. I looked at him quizzically and cocked a curious eyebrow.

"Yes…where is this going, Ralph?" I asked.

"You seem like you'd show Cracker Jack a good time," Alex chimed in from the other side of me. I turned and noticed he'd moved a lot closer to me.

"What is your point?" I asked, getting a bit defensive.

"You're getting in the way of our band progressing, Ange. Sorry," Alex stated blatantly.

"I'm sorry…wait, what! Jack works his ass off all day with you guys! How could you say that?" I asked, defending him.

"Jack's always fucking you—that's what," Ralph said.

"Jack's not always fucking me, Ralph. As a matter of fact, when and if we hang out after your practices we usually just watch a movie of chill out," I said firmly.

"Jack comes here after practices?" Alex asked, even though it was a fact he already knew, since they had managed to follow him back to place that evening.

"Uh, yeah," I said, figuring they had known this.

"Yeah…well here's the thing, Ange," Ralph said, "Jack practices with us and then we all go out and bond as a band, but we can't do that because Jack always leaves us after practice to come here and bang you,"

"That's not true, Ralph…"

"So we think you should share the wealth. It's only fair," Alex interrupted.

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide suddenly in fear.

"You heard me," Alex said as he moved close to me and grabbed hold of my arms.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked.

"You're gonna give us what Jack gets after every pratice," Ralph said as he crawled on top of me.

"Stop it! Please!" I cried as Alex pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor. Ralph unbuckled my pants as Alex held my arms so I couldn't move. All I could do was scream out against them. I started kicking Ralph as hard as I could and suddenly I felt Ale's strong hand smack me hard in the head.

"Please stop it! Please!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"I guess being the lead singer's girlfriend isn't what it's cracked up to be huh? If you're gonna fuck the lead singer, you gotta fuck the rest of the band too," Ralph said as he threw my pants on the floor and started to pull off my underwear.

"STOP IT! PLEASE DON'T!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Alex smacked me in the face again, this time making my lip bleed.

"Ange, shut the fuck up so we can get this over and done with," Alex said, his teeth clenched. Suddenly, the front door flew open.

"Get the fuck off of her,"

It was Bobby, Angel and Jack.

"JACK!" I cried.

"Oh, you're here! Just in time to watch your girlfriend fuck your friends," Ralph said with a smile as he pulled my underwear off. Bobby and Angel ran over to Alex and Ralph and punched them both hard in their heads. As Alex let go of me, I fell to the floor and just curled up into a ball. Jack ran over to me and scooped me up into his arms.

"Take her to the house, Jack," Bobby called over to Jack as he continued to beat up Alex. Jack carried me out the door and down the street back to his house while Angel and Bobby continued to beat the shit out of Alex and Ralph.

Back at the Mercer's, Jack laid me on his bed and dressed me in his clothes. All I could do was cry. Jack sat next to me on the bed and stroked my head and let his fingers run gracefully through my hair.

"Shh, baby, everything's gonna be alright. You're safe, Ange," Jack soothed. He got up and retrieved a face cloth and moistened it in the bathroom. He brought it back and cleaned up my bloody lip. Jack sat back down on the bed and I sat up suddenly.

"Jack just hold me, please," I sobbed. He dropped the cloth immediately and just held me in his arms.

"It's okay Ange, just let it out, baby," he told me, his voice was soft and low. After spending a few moments like that, Bobby and Angel finally poked their heads in the door.

"Ange, don't you worry about a thing, girl. We gave them one hell of a' ass whuppin'" Angel said as he knelt by the bed.

"You're gonna be fine, sweetie," Bobby said as he knelt beside Angel. I turned my head to them and forced a smile.

"Thank you, guys," I said, my voice cracking. Jack kissed me and wiped my tears away.

"We'll see you in the morning…" Angel said.

"Wait…how did you guys know I was…that they were…"

"Somehow you called us and Angel picked up the phone and no one answered but then we heard screaming. Jack grabbed the phone from Angel and heard that it was you so we ran over to your place since that was the last place Jack said you were," Bobby explained.

"Oh my God, that's unbelievable," I said, astonished. I had pulled up their number on my cell phone. Alex must have dialed it when he ripped off my sweatshirt and thrown it on the floor.

"You get some rest. Cracker Jack will stay with you," Bobby said as he and Angel stood up and left the room. I turned to Jack and buried my head in his chest.

"I'm so sorry about this, Jack," I said finally.

"Why are you sorry, Ange?" He asked, pulling me away from him so he could look into my eyes. "You're the one they tried to…you know,"

"Yes, but now you can't play in Lansing tomorrow—you were looking forward to it and you worked to hard, Jack," I began sobbing again.

"I don't care about any of that, Ange. I care that you were almost raped by my supposed 'best friends'. That's what I care about. I care that Bobby and Angel saved you—and I care that you're safe and here with me right now. That's all I care about,"

"I love you, Jack. Don't you leave me," I said through sobs.

"I'd never leave you," he said, rubbing my back. "You don't leave the people you love,"