Part 15
~Rocky Road~
I woke up hours later, not on my own will. My mother came into my room to tell me about getting ready for the dress fitting, but when she saw me, she started to baby me. She kept asking me if I was okay, and if I needed anything. I just wanted to be alone. I politely asked her to get me ginger ale. It was an excuse. I really didn't want it, but she was hovering.
When she was gone, I finally got up and I burped. I rushed to the bathroom and emptied… something, but it wasn't anything like before because I didn't eat a single thing.
I tried to remember the events of last night.
The clearest memory I had was of Morrison walking away with the big boob girl. After that, it was pretty much a bit of a blur. There were a bit of flashes of someone kissing me, but I couldn't make a face.
I groaned loudly as I felt the bile rise up again.
"How are you feeling?" Phil's voice held a tiny bit of amusement.
"Just peachy," I said sarcastically. "Is there… anyway we can… reschedule the dress fitting? And the priest thing?"
Brian laughed, and I felt his presence behind me. I leaned down the sink and threw up the rest of whatever my stomach had, which wasn't much.
"I don't even have anything in my stomach! What the hell am I even throwing up?" I whined.
He laughed again.
"Side effects suck, huh? But--uh--you were quite the party animal last night," he smirked.
"Geez, why did you let me drink?" I asked.
"You needed an outlet," he said.
I rubbed my eyes. "Did I do something stupid?"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"Uh… Morrison left with that… girl… Gosh, did she ever tell us her name? Cause I can't remember."
"You'll feel a lot better once you shower. I have somewhere to be at the moment, tell your mother I had to leave."
"People to hurt?" I winced internally and probably externally. "I… that wasn't… it was supposed to be inside of my head." I looked over to him.
He didn't look mad, in fact, he looked happy.
"Not a problem, Ava, you're right anyway," he smirked widely. "People to hurt."
"Ava, you look so beautiful," my mom swooned.
Apparently there wasn't time to reschedule the dress fitting. So there I was, almost green wearing the dress for the Maid of Honor.
Now that it fit me… it looked good. Really good.
I actually felt pretty in the dress.
"I must agree," Al said. ", but you look a tad green, honey, what's wrong?"
"Hangover," I said a bit embarrassed.
Al chuckled. "Oh dear, no wonder. Let's get you out before you barf."
Jax was the one who drove us, and I talked to him some more. It was very easy to talk to him. He told me that in his group everyone had sort of nicknames. He was Jax Teller, Phil was CM Punk, Drogo was Khal Drogo, Ramon was Roman Reigns, and Morrison was John Morrison.
"Why do you have aliases?" I asked him.
We were at my house in the living room.
"Mostly because sometimes we don't want our enemies to know our real names, so they won't come after…"
"The people you love?" I offered and he nodded. "Have… do you… um… do you have a girlfriend, Jax?"
He grinned and showed his dimples.
"Not that I'm interested, Jax," I cleared it up.
"Now I'm hurt," he pouted his lips.
I laughed. "But not that I would never be interested, you're attractive… you're making this complicated," I chuckled nervously.
He laughed. "All right. No, I don't have a girlfriend, Ava."
"Why not?" I asked. "I mean, you're hot. You have the tattoos and piercings, the eyes and… every girls' weakness… dimples," I poked his cheek just as he smiled.
He chuckled. "Well, thank you, Ava, but… I guess… I haven't met the girl to tie me down."
"Would you ever date…"
"You? Yes."
I laughed and shoved him lightly. "No, but thanks I'm flattered. I mean… let's say you're dating someone, but you do… what you do… and you care for the person… would you stay with them or let them go because the world you live in… is a dirty world?"
I turned to Jax, but he had a confused look.
I sighed deeply.
"Never mind."
"Are you asking if I have ever left a girl because of what I do?"
I nodded.
He thought about it. "No. I never cared enough about a girl to do that. Why are you asking?"
I shrugged. "I'm just interested."
"Ava," he said warningly, "you're… not meant for our world. You're going to college… stay in college."
I nodded. "Of course I am… there's nothing more for me than college."
"It's who you're meant to be… college girl."
"Right," I agreed, but not entirely.
"Why are you asking?" he turned the tables around.
I shrugged. "You guys never have… girls around, so I just wondered what you did when you're not here."
"We don't do things you'd be proud of," he told me and I sensed a bit of sadness in his tone.
"You don't like what you do?"
He seemed to come back to his senses and his wall came back up like an electric fence.
"I do, I get paid really good… no more questions, Ava," he warned.
"Favorite ice cream? Does that count?" I asked with an innocent pout on my lips.
He rolled his eyes, but smirked. "Rocky road. Favorite food?" And so it went on with the twenty questions with Jax.
He was just a big softy underneath that toughness.
The meeting with the priest was going to be brutal. I just knew it. I had to buy a freaking dress since I didn't own any Sunday dresses because I never went to church as a child.
Somehow, we were now religious people.
I zipped up the dress. It was a pretty one. I had gone with my mom, and it was something I only heard about. I remember fantasizing about going shopping with my mother, but now it was true. It was a very nice experience.
There was a light knock on my door.
"Come in," I said as I ran my fingers through my hair. I was ready.
"Car is ready," Morrison voice came.
I froze in place. I slowly turned to him.
He had a hard look on his face, like those mobster looking guys on TV, but for a slight second, I saw the old Morrison. The one whose kisses left me breathless, and turned off the lights of the streets just for me. It was only for a slight second though. The rest of the time he kept his hard look.
I sighed deeply.
"Thanks, I'll be there in a sec."
He hesitated a bit, but still left. I took my bag and walked down the hall. Jax was there and he sent me a dimple smile. Phil had his arm around my mom's waist. I hugged Jax tightly, a part of me wanted to show Morrison I had options.
"Let's go," Phil said.
I didn't know if it was the incense, or maybe the smell of church, but it was making me feel a bit bad. I kind of lied about never going to church.
After the rape, I did go to church. I actually went to the confessional and told a priest what had happened. He told me that I should seek help, and that I should tell my mother. I did neither of those things.
I kept it all to myself and never told my mother.
The priest walked into his office.
"Hello," he greeted us with a bright smile. He was around his sixties and his hair was long gone. "You must be the Brooks."
I raised an eyebrow. My mom was changing her last name to Brooks?
"Yes, we are," my mom said.
He looked at us and I saw confusion in his eyes for a second.
"You two are the couple?" he gestured between Phil and I.
I chuckled. "No! No… he's… my mom's fiancé." I cleared at once.
Last night Phil didn't clear it up, but I was going to do it in front of the priest.
"Ah, sorry, my apologies," he smiled.
"No problem," my mom said.
"All right," the priest said as he sat down behind his desk. "So you must be Meredith and Phil, whom is the lovely lady?"
He spoke of me.
"This is my daughter, Ava," my mom said as she placed her hand on my knee.
"Oh, lovely, so the whole family is together. That is great," he said with a cheery tone. "Tell me about yourselves."
"Well," my mom started, "Phil is an accountant."
I pressed my lips together to keep myself from snorting or scoffing.
