Come In With The Rain

Chapter 2

Ally's POV

Today is the rehearsal dinner, the dinner starts at 6 and it's only 2, so I have time before I have to get ready. I sit at the kitchen counter while reading a novel, Audrey's in her room playing dolls. I'm half way through chapter 3 when I hear her come up behind me. "Hello Ms. Audrey."

"Hello, mommy!" She jumps up on the chair beside me. She has a look that says she has something to ask me.

"What do you want Audrey?" She giggles.

"How do you know I want something mommy?"

"Because I know that look."

"You know me well!" She continues giggling while I tickle her stomach. "I wanna go to a concert!" Oh boy.

"What concert is that sweetie?"

"Austin Moon! I heard on the TV that he is coming here! Please mommy, I have to see him, we even have the same last name!" My worst nightmare was happening. What do I say to her? Stay calm, Ally.

"You've never talked about him before, why do you want to see him now?" I try to smile.

"I heard the people on the TV talking about him when I was at auntie Trish and uncle Dez's house. I have to see him since we have the same last name! We could be family!" Oh god, if she only knew. She smiles widely, all of her tiny teeth showing. I don't want to let her down, but I have to.

"Sweetie, you know Mommy loves you, right?" She nods, her pony tail shaking. "Good. I would love to take you to see anyone you would like to, but I don't think we can go on Saturday."

"But, why?" She's giving me her puppy dog eyes. "I really want to."

"I know you do, but we have the wedding on Friday and I'm sure that we will be tired. Next time he comes in town we can go." She still has a frown on her face.

"You promise?"

"I promise!" A smile replaces the frown. "Now, go in to your room and start getting ready for dinner." Audrey skips away. I let out a breath that I was holding when she's out of the room. I wasn't expecting that today.

After helping Audrey get ready, I go get dressed my self. I open my closet to find the red dress I plan on wearing tonight until a box catches my eye. Written in black permanent marker is 'the past'. I made that box 5 years ago when I found out that I was having a girl and I hadn't heard from Austin in 3 months. I have the contents of the box memorized. Pictures, old notes and cards, and a necklace that was an anniversary gift. I sigh, knowing that I shouldn't reach for it, but I do any way.

When I have it in my hands, I walk over to my bed and plop it on the comforter, opening the lid just like all the times before. On the top is my favorite picture of us ever. It was taken after Austin's first concert, I ran up to him and I was in mid-air in the hug, Trish took it. I can't help the smile that spreads on my face as I let my fingers touch the picture frame. We were so in love at that time, Austin hadn't left for California yet and he hadn't gone down the rabbit hole. He didn't go down the rabbit hole until after we last saw each other, he hadn't turned 21 yet so he didn't go crazy. I'll never forget when I saw all the magazines with the head line 'Austin turns 21: Goes over the moon for alcohol!' Stupid head line, but very effective. I was in the super market with Audrey, who was barely one, I was looking for food for dinner and I saw the magazine. The picture was of Austin downing shots with blond girls surrounding him. My 21st birthday was spent with Audrey who had a cold, not drinking it up with girls who I didn't know. But he was a rock star and I was a single mom.

I don't know if I believe what the tabloids say, I mean I'm sure that he has been with plenty of girls, but I don't know if he would really do drugs. He always promised that he would never go down that road, and I believed him when he said that, but now, who knows. Alcoholic, druggy and womanizer, what a wonderful combination for a father. I'm still staring at the picture when Audrey's voice breaks through my memories.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" My head snaps up and I close the lid of the box. She jumps up on to my bed, being careful of the dress she's wearing.

"I'm just looking through a box, I'm almost ready to leave." Putting the box away, I hear Audrey loudly sigh. She has something to ask again. "What do you want to know about now?" Her giggles make my ears happy.

"I can't get anything past you!" I start tickling her little belly. After she stops laughing, a serious look comes on her face. "This is a serious question." Oh boy. She crosses her hands in her lap and starts her question. "I was watching the TV and they were talking about mommy and daddies. They said that everyone has one, I have you as my mommy, but I don't have a daddy. Do I not have one?" I wasn't expecting this. What TV shows does my daughter watch?

"Audrey, I love you, so much. I love you enough for two people. Every one does have a mommy and daddy, but some mommies and daddies aren't ready to be mommies and daddies." I move Audrey into my lap and run my fingers through her brown hair.

"Is my daddy not ready to be a daddy?" She turns around so her eyes are staring in to mine, it breaks my heart.

"Something like that."

"Does he love me?" That question makes me stop and think. Austin and I didn't talk much about the future in the last good days, but at the beginning of our relationship, pre fame, he said that he wanted 4 kids, 2 girls and 2 boys. He also said that he loved the name Audrey for a girl and Noah for a boy. I can't deny that even though Austin may be a 'bad boy', I believe that if he knew about Audrey he would love her. I smile and nod at my little girl, our little girl.

"Yes, he does, he's just not ready to meet you. And you're not ready to meet him." Audrey's eyes light up, the deep part of the conversation is over.

"Is he a spy?" I laugh out loud at her imagination.

"No, he isn't a spy or super hero." I poke her nose. "I think that you need to go get your shoes on so we can leave." She hops off the bed after giving me a big hug.

Before I know it were heading to the rehearsal dinner. When we get there I let Audrey go play with the other kids of the wedding while I go find Trish. I see her standing by the ice sculpture with Dez. I start walking over to where they're standing. "I'm so excited!" I hug both of them.

"I know! It feels like yesterday that we were arguing with each other over everything, now were getting married." Trish leans in to give Dez a kiss, I fake gag.

"While I love love, I have a serious thing to talk about. This morning Audrey tells me that she wants to go to a concert, I figured that it would be a concert of furry animals and puppets, but I was wrong. She told me that she wanted to go see Austin Moon! I asked her why and she said that she heard the people on the TV at auntie Trish and uncle Dez's house talk about the upcoming concert, then she said that she had to see him because they have the same last name and could be family!" Trish covers her mouth with her hand, shocked. Dez almost looks guilty.

"Oh my god, what did you say?" Trish asks me.

"I told her that we were going to be to tired and that next time he comes into town we will go. What else was I suppose to say? You know that any time his name is mentioned on TV you're suppose to change it if Audrey is in the room!" Trish gives Dez a glare.

"It wasn't me because I was upstairs taking a bath, Dez?" He looks like he has been caught.

"I didn't mean to! I was on the phone with someone when the commercial came on and got distracted, I'm sorry."

I sigh. "It's okay, what made it worse was before we left, she asked me about why she didn't have a daddy. I told her that some daddies aren't ready to be daddies, so she asked me if her daddy wasn't ready to be a daddy. Then she asked if he loved her."

"What did you say?"

"I told her that he does but there not ready to meet. I was caught off guard! I just hope that he never comes to find me." Trish nods in understanding while Dez gives an unreadable look. I decide to ignore it, not wanting to talk about Austin any more.

Austin's POV

"Thank you Tampa!" I run off of the stage to be met with an awaiting towel and bottle of water, not alcohol, like the press thinks. I wipe the sweat off of my face with the towel and walk to my dressing room to change. Usually I take my tour bus to the next stop, not wanting to drive myself, but I wanted the time to think today, so I decided to drive to Miami. It's about a 4 hour drive, I'm going to drive all night then stop at a motel. The reception for the wedding starts at 3 so I will be able to make it.

After changing and getting my stuff, I walk to the parking lot to look for my blue convertible. Some fresh air and thinking is just what I need before going to Miami. Miami, where I grew up and where I thought I was going to grow old. Miami, where I met real friends, but let them go for a 'better life style'. No regrets though, right? If I hadn't then I wouldn't have just performed for 15,000 people, if I hadn't then I wouldn't have millions of fans who want to meet me. If I hadn't then I wouldn't be torn to shreds every night on the TV. If I hadn't then I wouldn't have turned to the dark when I got lonely. If I hadn't then I wouldn't have left the girl I loved alone. Nope, no regrets.

I take the long way and turn on the radio. I turn it off as soon as they start talking about me, in a negative way. Almost everything they say is made up. I haven't done heroin or cocaine. I'm not an alcoholic, I do drink more than I should but I have control of it. I don't have 10 girl friends who I cheat on every Saturday night. The thing that hurts the most, even more than having people call me a drug addict, is when they say that my music has gone down the drain. Sure I don't write my music because I can't, but I try to choose what songs I sing. My label just wants me to go in a different direction then I want. They want me to sing songs about partying and girls, I want to sing the songs that I used to write with Ally. The ones about having clean fun with friends, about nice girls and real life. The media has noticed the decline in my music which makes me have doubts about recording another album. I don't want to let any one down, but I don't want to be stuck making music that I hate and having more rumors made up about me.

My parents just want me to be careful. Every week I get a call from my mom asking me if I got any girls pregnant and to make sure that I haven't over dosed. I explain to her that I don't take drugs that would cause me to over dose, and I know how to prevent pregnancy. My dad calls to make sure that I don't get into any fights with any paparazzi again. One time, 6 years ago, I was still talking to Ally, the paparazzi asked me what happened to the cute brunette that wrote my songs. I don't answer their questions so they answered it for me. "Did she finally realize that she's to good for you? Did you show her your dark side?" I didn't take that well, I punched the guy and he almost sewed me. Luckily my lawyer stopped it but now every time I go out my parents, and manager are worried that I might blow up again.

I have every right to blow up. Ever since I started 8 years ago, they have tried to tear me down. I never had drinking problems before, and I never felt like I needed the touch of a woman to feel better. I would never feel the need to close my eyes and picture another girl just to keep my self from screaming. I never felt like I had no choice but to take a pill so I can sleep at night, to make the voices inside be quiet. I didn't ask for this.

My manager says that I should've known that the press would be hard on me from the start. How was I suppose to know that I would have people tweeting me information for rehab clinics. How was I suppose to stop my self from being a jerk to the girl who knew the real me.

When I would go to Ally's door every time I was in Miami, I would tell my self that this time I will stay with her, not leave in the morning. But I would leave when ever I realized that she didn't need a life like I was starting to have. At the time the paparazzi wasn't as bad, they hadn't made rumors that I was doing drugs, just that I was hooking up with girls on tour stops, which wasn't a lie. I hate to admit it but I would get lonely and meet a girl and sleep with her. Why is this life so screwed up.

I'm about 2 hours from Miami and I stop for gas. My phone rings and I see that it's Dez. "Hey! I'm excited to see you tomorrow."

"So you're still coming?" His voice sounds conflicted.

"Yeah, why? Do you not want me to come? Is it Ally?" I haven't said her name out loud in a long time, it feels good to say it.

"No, I just wanted to warn you that she doesn't know that you're coming. And she's going to be very surprised. You're also going to be surprised by something."

"What is it? Is she married?"

He sighs. "No, I can't tell you what it is. I just want you to be warned. I'll see you tomorrow." He hangs up before I can say something. What could I be surprised by? If Ally is married I would probably find my self going down a rabbit hole that doesn't go to wonder land. My grip on the steering wheel tightens. Calm down Austin. I don't have my pills with me, I'm trying to stop being depended on them to calm my nerves.

Tomorrow I will see Ally for the first time in 5 years. Tomorrow I will change things, maybe not for the good, but things will change.

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