Forever Young

"Dude, just get on the plane," Alex groaned, running a hand over his face. I'd already changed my flight three times, unnecessary guilt telling me that Ember didn't want me to come home. "If the phone gets there before you do, Ember is obviously going to realize what happened. Besides, you get to find out what you're having!"


These last few days have been Hell. Ember was bound to be upset with me, there was no way around that. Besides, the truth about what really happened after Blondie hung up on her would probably seem like a lie. A really detailed, fucked up lie that Ember wouldn't buy into.
But it wasn't a lie.


The slutty buzz-kill had not only taken my phone, with a confidence that she shouldn't have had, and pretty much told my wife that she was about to bang the shit out of me. As soon as she clicked off the phone, I knew I Ember was going to kill me. The calls she tried to send me also proved this theory.


Problem was, Lola, the blonde, shoved my phone down her low-cut shirt so that I had no choice but to shove my hand down in her boobs to get to it. Definitely wasn't about to do that. Onen thing led to another and she was doing her best to tease me into taking the phone. By third missed call, she pulled it out and waved it over top of her head. She clearly was too drunk to realize that I could crush her like an ant.


Her grip was tight, though, so swinging at my phone only knocked it onto the floor. It was bad enough that the battery went flying in a different direction, but what Lola did next really set me off.


"You want it, Barakat?" She asked, her tone in what she considered sexy. She wasn't talking about the phone at all. "Come get it."


"You can piss off at anytime," I growled, moving towards my phone. Her hands landed on my chest in attempt to back me against the bunks. "Seriously, woman, you need to get out of my way. I have to call my wife back and explain what the fuck just happened."


"My name's Lola," she corrected, a glare forming on her face. "Come on, Jacky, just one night of fun. It'll be a great story to tell my friends."


"How about you just tell your friends that a married man refused to fuck you?"


That really set her off.


She stepped away from me with a stern look, took her three-inch heel and slammed it into the screen of my phone. The damned thing was beyond busted and there was no way I could repair it. She then decided to twist her ankle so I could hear nothing but the cracking of plastic. I was livid.


Maybe it was the drunks, maybe it was the thought of losing Ember, or maybe I was just too pissed off.. But I shoved Blondie away from the broken phone just a little too hard. She only flew back a few inches, but she smacked her arm against the wall hard enough to leave her with a large scrape and a forming bruise. It was a total accident, but in my opinion, she deserved it.
Leaving me to pick up the pieces of my phone, she pulled out her own. Tears formed in her blue eyes, though they appeared forced, and she called the mother fucking cups on me for physical abuse.


After an argument, her statement to the cop and the obvious evidence of a fight, I was arrested. Matt woke up enough to follow me to the station, where I explained what happened and Matt could just sit there blankly. The only proof Blondie had was the damage on her arm and I only had a busted phone. Of course, she got her way and I got to sleep behind bars.


"When she asks why you haven't called her from one of our phones, just tell her the truth," Matt offered a hand on my shoulder to make me feel better. "If she doesn't believe you, just have her call one of us."


By 'truth' Matt meant just that. There were two reasons why I hadn't called her. The first, my past isn't really on my side and she most likely believes that I cheated on her that night, what with not being able to take her calls. Secondly, I barely got out of jail in time to make it to the show. It was almost a full twenty-four hours before I was even able to call and to do it from someone else's phone seems like a bad move. On top of those things, however, to hear that some blonde bimbo had me arrested was something she should hear in person. That way if she over-reacted, I'd be right there, she couldn't hang up on me and tell me not to come home.


Sighing, I nodded my head and shot a glance to my friends. This would be where we part ways, considering the chances of all of us going home and coming back on time for tour was a long-shot. Plus, vacation days on tour can be pretty rad. My time back home would be limited. I'd pretty much be there long enough to see Ember, explain things, and go the appointment before coming back.


"If she calls, don't tell her I'm coming," I warned, pulling Alex in for a hug. "I don't want her to lock me out before I get there."


"We won't say a word. This is your crazy tour story, bro."


Leaving my friends behind, I was terrified to face my wife. This was our first major set-back in a long time.


I just hope she understands.

Notes

How is Ember going to react to Jack's return home?!
Damnit, Lola, you whore.