Pick Me Up

*Jaime’s POV*

I was lost for words. I fucked up majorly. I just broke my phone. It was my only hope of getting to the hotel and getting in contact with the guys. I’ve broken all contact. I couldn’t even rest in the fact that Jess, the girl whom I once called my beautiful girlfriend, could no longer contact me. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, in Australia, with absolutely no contact or direction. My only direction was that I was meant to be travelling to Sydney for a show tomorrow night.

I can’t believe what Jess did to me. She calls me the minute I land in Australia to tell me that she’s left me for someone else whom she’s been seeing for months, mostly whilst I’m away on tour. She told me that she’s left the house and taken what was hers. I could barely speak. In that moment, the only thing I could feel or hear was the happy-go-lucky box inside my chest shattering and disintegrating into burned out ashes. All feeling was drained from me, all colour disappeared from my skin, all my happiness, so created by her, was shot.

I had spent 5 years with her. Five, beautifully long years with her, creating what was meant to be the most gorgeous life with her. A life that would make people who looked at us jealous. But it was all gone. It had been gone for such a long time before I even knew about it. And god it had made me feel awful. I’ve been feeling things I’ve never felt, feelings that I never knew existed. A hole was torn within me, and whilst empty, it was somehow filled with a deep black void.

I’d spent all day going through the airport motionless. Any excitement I had for the tour had vanished. And that’s how I ended up out here. I couldn’t be on the bus, feeling everything inside of me and not have a way of letting it out. I had told the guys about what happened, them having heard the phone conversation when we were waiting for our baggage. They watched as I began to cry as my entire life as I knew it was torn from me by one 30 second phone call whilst I was on the other side of the world.

I needed to get off the bus and scream, run, walk, do anything. Whilst there was nothing, everything inside of me needed to be let out. I needed to scream out my pain, physically remove it in any way possible. And that’s how I got to convince Vic of letting me walk. The pain was so bad that I could not just sit there and let it consume me.

But none of that matters anymore. Whilst I’m going through one turmoil, I had to go and fuck my life up some more all because I saw her name ringing on my phone. I’m not even sure if I can even get a new phone in Australia. I’m completely lost in more ways than one. With rain slowly but surely approaching, and no way of getting in contact with the guys, I figured I may as well pick up the pieces of my phone and carry on up the road. I’ll follow the street signs and hopefully I’ll have some clue as to where I’m going. I might be able to catch a lift with someone, although I don’t really trust most people.

About 10 minutes had passed after I broke my phone before I heard a car travelling towards me in the distance, and by this time the rain had started falling and I was getting saturated. I looked behind me, blinded by headlights before the car stopped in front of me. I ran to the driver’s window.

“Hey do you think I could catch a lift with you?” I asked desperately. The female driver, who’s blue hair was tucked in a beanie, looked at my questioningly before answering, deciding whether or not I’m a good person.

“I can take you to Sydney, that’s it. But first, empty your pockets, lift your shirt above your waist and spin” the girl says. Her Australian accent was beautiful. And whilst I thought her request was odd, I obliged. I had only my phone in my pocket and I had no guns or knives for which she was looking for when she asked me to spin around.

“I only have my phone, I promise” I looked at her pleadingly whilst still out in the rain.
“Get in you idiot” she laughs.

Running myself to the passenger side, I slide into the car and breathe a sigh of relief, now being out of the cold air and rain.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the girl asked.

“Is it that obvious?” I ginned. I told her no and that I was from America.

“Right, well American, there are rules for being in my car. One, you do not say anything bad about my music, it’s my car and I listen to what I want. Two, I can take you to Sydney, any further, you find your own way, and three, I don’t feel like dying today, so there’s no raping or murdering me today” she explains sternly. She looked straight into my face with her deep sea blue eyes.

I smiled politely at her, “That’s okay, I’m only going to Sydney, a hotel there actually, two, I will not judge your music and three, I promise I’m not a rapist or a murderer”.

The girl paused, before finally smiling and taking off into Sydney. “So American, I didn’t get your name?” she smiled.

“Jaime, and what is the name of my nice blue-haired driver” I snickered.

“Marley” she smiled brightly.

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