Chris looks at Justin and just shakes his head. “I could have warned you if you would have told me. She won’t see a doctor unless she really has too, and no one has ever been able to make her do it.”
“Then I’ll be the first, she will see the doctor and that’s final.” He voice is so cocky that I want to hit him.
I walk over to him “You may be the ruler of this band but you are not the ruler of me! If I say no then the answer is no, and you can go to hell!”
I storm off back to the bedroom but Chris catches my arm first. “Flower you need to chill out. I know you don’t want to see this doctor but he did all of this because he is worried about you.”
“No Chris he did all of this because he needs to be in control, well that ain’t happening with me! So he can sleep with you or on the damn floor for all I care but he is not sharing my bed tonight!”
After slamming the door and locking it I get into bed. I’m pissed off to no end. I don’t care how much they beg me I’m not seeing that doctor. He needs to learn that he can’t control me, no way no how. I was still fuming when he knocks on the door.
“Go away!” I scream.
“Flower I need my phone and some clothes for tomorrow.” He yells through the door.
I should make him wear his basketball shorts tomorrow until I get up. But I can’t keep his phone from him. I unlock the door and turn to walk back to the bed but he pulls me to him before I can.
“Let me go.” I growl at him.
“Let me talk,” He fake growls at me “I was only doing what I thought was best for you. I didn’t know it would cause this kind of fight, I mean I knew you would fight me some but I thought Chris would be on my side. But I called Mike, on Chris’s phone, and had him cancel the doctor. Then Chris made me promise to run anything like that by him first before doing it.”
“My health is something that no one but Chris and I will ever be in control of. When I get sick like this, you will have to step aside and let us make the decisions. I’m sorry but you don’t have a choice.”
“Okay, but I am sorry. I guess I need to get my stuff so you can get some sleep.” He kisses my cheek then release me.
I surprise him by grabbing his hand and pulling him down on the bed with me. “Now that you said you’re sorry you can sleep with me.”
WE DIDN’T HAVE to be checked out of the cabin until noon but the guys had us packed and on the tour bus by eight. It only took an hour to get the to arena for tonight’s show, and they don’t have to be at sound check until three. So Chris, Scot and Dave are going to do what they do best while on the bus, they are going to play video games. I’m very grateful to have my own TV back here.
Chris caught me searching one of my bags for a movie to watch and about busted my ear drums out when he screamed for me to stop. I am not allowed get out of bed unless someone is with me, and I’m not allowed to do anything for myself. I laughed when he told me this. I may be sick but I’m not going to be that babied! It’s not like I’m dying or anything, I have a freaking cold!
When we were walking off the bus to head to the arena I heard screaming from around the doors. A large group of fans had formed at the back door, great just what I need. Luckily the security guards had already formed a human wall to block them from jumping us. Justin puts his arm around my waist and holds me close to his side as we walk past them. As we walk in the door Justin looks back and waves, I glance back too and almost faint when I see a woman flashing him!
Before I can do anything we are inside and the door is shut. “Don’t worry it’s not the first time” he whispers to me.
I don’t know what to think. What in the world would make someone do something that nasty? I mean what did she think would happen? Did she think he would walk over and start touching her or something? I don’t know about women like that, they are so gross to me. The women who throw their underwear on stage, the ones that fight their way back stage to kiss the band members, and the ones who flash the band, they just seem weird to me.
Justin went all out on the dressing room, he did even more then he told me about. The electric blanket was already on and warm, and the pillows were the softest things I have ever felt. Along with the soups and the tea, he had them get a list of ice creams that could be brought to me in a moments notices. Also a list of take out places in the area if I felt that I could eat something other then the soup. And this was not soup out of a can, no way this was five star restaurant soup. There was a creamed broccoli and cheese soup, a sweet pear and fig soup, and a homemade tomato basil soup.
I made the guys eat with me, telling them I wouldn’t eat unless they would stopped the fight before it even started. I think my favorite times
