Cupid Carries A Gun ✔

27. chapter

Marilyn's POV :

Today, i'm going to perform in a club, and i decided to bring Lara with me.
It's just...we are together every frickin' minute in our lifes!
And i like it the way it is.

"Are you ready?" i kissed her forehead.
"Uhm...i think yes." she sighed.
"What's the matter? Are you okay?" i asked her .
"No, just a little head ache. That's gonna be fine." she chuckled softly.
"You can stay here, if you want..." i put my hand on her back.
"No, really, it's okay. We can go." she kissed me on cheeck and pulled me for hand.
Don't have got good feeling about this.

"Hi, guys." i greeted with my band mates.
"Hi, bro. Is Lara going with us?" Jeordie asked.
"Sure thing." i squeezed her for hand.
"Hi, cunts." she waved.
"When are we starting?" i asked them.
"In an hour." Tyler looked at his watch.
"Okay, you want to be in crowd, or we'll do it like always?" i asked her.
"This time i want to be in crowd. But after the show will start." she blinked.
"Fine, kitten." i kissed her forehead and then we went to prepare for gig.

"Where are the things we bought few days ago?" Lara asked with raised eyebrow.
"Oh, fuck. I forgot it at home." i said.
"Mmmm, thank god you got me." she smirked and gave me a bag she was hiding behind her back.
"Baby, what would i do without you?" i smiled with sigh.
"I really don't know." she looked up and her cheecks turned red.
"No, don't do that. It's too cute." i whispered to her ear with simper.
"Okaaay. Now i'll leave you. Prepare and i'll be waiting down in the crowd. Of course standing in the first line." she kissed me and then left.

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"Thank you, sinners. I'm glad i could perform here for y'all mother fuckers." i dropped the mic, smiled at Lara screaming down in the crowd and left to the backstage.
"Great. Awesome, guys." i gave Twiggy high five.
"We can go home." Gil sighed.
"Nah, i have to go to recording studio." Tyler rolled his eyes.
"Why?" i asked.
"They need my help. Hope it won't take long." he tried to smile.
"Fine, Twiggy, we'll drive you home." i told him.
"Cool, thanks." he smiled.
"Okay, Lara should be waiting us from the back." i said.

I packed my things, Twiggy took a care of his bass and then we went outside.
"Where's she? She was supposed to wait here." i looked around, but she wasn't here.
"Maybe she's still inside." Twiggy said.
"Yes, but we can't go inside. There are hundreds of our fans. I'll call her."

But no one was answering the phone.
"The fuck? Did something happen?" i whispered to myself.
"Just, wait for her here. What could happen?"
"Anything could happen." i looked at him with misgivings.
"Then we have to go inside." i was over thinking this option.
But what if something really happen?
"Okay, let's go." i sighed and entered the club.

My fears fulfilled, when i saw many people slanting upon something...or someone.
I made way through people and went to see what is it.
Poeple were shouting, when they noticed me, but i didn't care.

I came closed to slanting people.
I saw...i saw...Lara lying on the floor.
"What happend?!" i asked and i had to made way through to poeple to her.
"Omg...Manson...she...she just blacked out. We already...already called the ambulance." some guy told me and i nodded.
It was happening again.
Again that nightmare.
"Honey, what happend?" i whispered and closed my eyes.
She told me she had head ache before the show.
And i still brought her here!
"Fuck!" i was furious.

Then the ambulance arrived, and took her on stretcher.
No fan dared to talk to me in situation like this.
The fact, that i couldn't go to hospital with the ambulance made me angry even more!
Because i had to wait for driver.
"Man, these things happen on concerts. You know...it will be fine." he was pating me on shoulder.
I just nodded and by the time driver finally came with car.

It was like deja vù.
It was happening again.
Asking for her name on reception, some woman telling me she's on second floor, first door.
Again the fear...
Why is it happening to us?

Surprisingly, no one was standing in front of the door, so i just entered with Twiggy by my side.
Lara was talking to doctor, and you can't imagine how much i alleviated.
I ran towards her to hide her in my arms.
"Gosh, don't do that ever fucking again." i said to her hair.
"Sorry, sweety." she said giggling.
"Is everything okay? What happend?" i asked.
"I just blacked out. Nothing serious." she replied like nothing happend.
"Nothing serious? I almost got heart attack!" i said chiding.
"Sorry, honey." she stroked my cheeck.
"We did some tests to see what actually happend. They should be done in an hour." doctor said.
"Thank you." i nodded and then he left.
"Twiggy." Lara smiled at him.
"Girl, girl..." he shaked head which made Lara laugh.

She seems to be so small, and sweet but inside...she's really big fighter.
"You just like hospitals, don't you?" i sat on chair.
"Kinda..." she rolled eyes.
"I'll leave you two alone." Twiggy said and we nodded.
"I won't bring you with me next time." i propped my head with hand.
"Noo, pleasee." she said with sad face.
"Kitten, i don't want to experience this again. I saw you lying on the floor and i didn't knew what happend, or how can i help you..." i stopped talking when she gave me a kiss.
"Trust me, i'd like to stop going to hospital." she chuckled softly.
"Okay." i smiled stroking her hand.

After hour doctor came again holding some papers.
I stood up not hiding i'm nervous.
"So, tests showed, that you blacked out because of unexpected pressure, tension... But tests also found something else." doctor said and my heart started beating faster.
I grabbed her hand and squeezed to try calm down.
"You will not be able to have children." he said.
I looked at Lara, and saw big tears falling on her t-shirt.
"W-what? I did tests three years ago and i was procreative!" she shouted.
I felt tears in my eyes and looked down at floor.
Of course i wanted to have kids with her someday.

"Did you have an accident, or anything that brought you to come less than three years ago?" doctor asked and goosebumbs appeared on my skin.
"Y-yes." she started crying even more.
That made me start crying.
"Then i'm sorry. Sometimes it happens to women. But you still have got 30% chance." he continued.
Then i totally stopped listening.

Everything bad what happend leaded to my fault.
My fucking fault.
I hugged Lara, and let her cry on my shoulder.
"Kitten, please, don't cry. I love you, can you hear me?" i whispered trying to make her stop crying.
"I am sorry." she sobbed.
"No, don't...don't be sorry, sweety. It's my fault, again." i closed my eyes trying to stop crying.
"No, it isn't." she shakes her head and hardened our hug.
"Baby, there's still a chance, okay? We'll have kids someday. But we've got time. It's okay, sweetie. Stop crying. Shhh." i whispered, and it helped.
She stopped, but tears were still falling.
There's nothing worse than seeing her cry.

"I love you, Brian." she said with weak voice.
"I love you too. I love you too." i kissed her on forehead.
"I promise it will be okay. I promise." i looked into her eyes full of tears.
"Okay, i trust you." she nodded.
"Yes, baby. Let's go home. I'll make you tea and we'll do anything you'll want." i said with sad smile.
"Fine." she chuckled softly.

This was shorter...
Just saying, that we're ending soon💜💜