Glamberts Big Bang Chapter 09

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Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (09/16+Epilogue)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Beta: mindchnger 
Artists: peculiar_mind / gargoyles42 /
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Luxe]
Rating: R
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Luxe
Warning: Strong Language
Word Count: 2,080
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Summary: Luxe and Adam have been best friends since Hollywood Week, but now that tour rehearsals have begun, Adam is finding out things he'd never know about his friend. Things that no one should have to go through. Can Adam be her Knight in Shining Armor? Or will he be the support Luxe needs to overcome her fears and help herself?

I jolt awake in the middle of the night to a terrifying scream. It takes me only a second to realize I’m the one screaming bloody murder and I begin to sob loudly. Strong arms suddenly wrap around me, frightening me even more after the nightmare I just had. I struggle and scream for them to let me go. But then I hear a familiar voice shouting over my yells. “Luxe! Calm down!” Adam barks. “It’s just me! It’s just Adam!”

All at once I stop screaming and struggling, looking at the face attached to that voice. I blink rapidly to clear my vision of tears and Adam’s face finally comes in to focus. I let out a choked sob and throw myself at the bare-chested man. “Oh, Adam!” I sob, weeping in to his bare neck.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he murmurs stroking my hair.

Suddenly the overhead light is flipped on and I’m glad my face is mostly buried against Adam’s skin. “Everything okay in here? I heard screaming,” Baize says.

I nod and Adam replies, “Yeah, we’re okay. I think Luxe just had a nightmare.”

“Are you sure you two are fine?” Baize asks.

Adam nods. “Yeah, Baize, I’ve got everything under control.” After a moment of silence, I hear my handler pad his way back in to the adjoining room and close the door quietly. “Are you okay?” Adam asks gently. I shake my head, unable to speak. “Talk to me,” he murmurs. “Tell me what happened.” I shake my head vigorously. “Please,” he whispers. “It’ll make you feel better.” I shake my head again, still unable to get the words I want to say out of my mouth so I just continue to sob in to his skin.

After my eyes have gone dry and my sobs turn to hiccups, I finally speak. “It was so horrible,” I murmur, my voice rough from the screaming and crying.

“What was it about, baby?” Adam asks, stroking my hair gently.

“It was… It was Jackson,” I tell him. “He got past everyone. You, Baize, Kris, everyone and he got to me. He got me and he wouldn’t let me go. He wanted to take me away and lock me up forever so he could beat me and rape me to his heart’s content.”

“Shh,” Adam soothes. “You know I won’t let that happen. I promise you, I won’t let him get you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again, I promise.”

I pull back enough to look at my best friend. “I’m so scared, Adam,” I tell him honestly. “I’m scared that no matter how much you promise me and reassure me that something will go wrong and he’ll get me. I’m just… I’m so scared. I haven’t been this scared in a long time and I just…” I sigh. “I just want my life back.” A few tears leap from my eyes, trickling down my cheeks.

Adam reaches up to gently wipe away my tears. “I’m sorry, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I wish I could take all your fears away. What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Don’t let me go,” I whisper softly. “Just… just hold me all night. Don’t let go no matter what.”

“Okay, baby, let me just get the light,” Adam replies. I nod, rubbing at my eyes as he gets up from the bed and goes over to switch off the overhead light. I blink a few times trying to get my eyes adjusted to the dark, but it’s not working very well. Then I feel Adam slide back between the sheets. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down with him as he lays back against the pillows. “Is this good?” he asks as I snuggle in to him more closely.

I nod. “Yeah, it could only be better if I could crawl under your skin.”

Adam chuckles lightly. “If I could make that happen for you, I would.”

“I know,” I whisper. “You’d do anything for me and I love you for that.”

“Of course I would,” he replies quietly. “Now you just close those pretty green eyes of yours and think sweet thoughts. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you,” I murmur sleepily as I shut my eyes and cling to the tall man. “I love you, Adam. More than anything. I promise you that.”

“I love you too,” he tells me, kissing my head. “I promise I always will.” I hum quietly and nuzzle in to his neck. That’s the last thing I remember until morning.

Tonight we get to go on stage at our scheduled time which makes Lil a very happy girl to say the least. The show goes amazingly well and the fans’ energy is completely contagious. I think this concert is the first one that I’ve been totally focused on my performance and the fans instead of having Jackson lurking in the back of my mind. It’s an amazing high! Afterwards, we’re allowed to take some pictures and sign some autographs with the fans. We haven’t done it a lot because of the frequent security breaches. But tonight’s a good night.

Just as I’m about to climb on the bus, I notice my iPhone is missing.

Shit!

“Hey, Baize!” I call to my handler.

He quickly strides over to me. “What’s up? Is everything okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah, it’s nothing like that. I just forgot my phone in the dressing room. I need you to go with me to get it,” I tell him.

The large man nods. “Okay, lets go then.”

“Lemme just tell Adam first,” I reply. The body guard nods and I run in to the bus and quickly let Adam know I’ll be a few minutes. Then I dash back outside and Baize escorts me in to the building, backstage and to the dressing room. I find my phone immediately. It was right where I left it, of course.

As we make our way back out of the building, a security guard from the venue stops Baize to ask him something. There are only a few more steps and a few yards to go to get to the bus. I figure it’s safe enough to go the rest of the way by myself and I tell Baize that. He waves me off and I descend the last couple of steps.

Suddenly someone grabs me by the wrist and hauls me under the venue stairs. Before I can scream a hand clamps down over my mouth. I start to panic, breathing heavily through my nose. There’s only one person that would do this and I get confirmation as he speaks directly in to my ear. “Hey, baby,” Jackson murmurs. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He doesn’t remove the hand from my mouth so I can’t reply. Not that I’d be able to, I’m scared shitless. This is just like my nightmare, except this is real. Very real.

Then I hear Baize calling for me and, of course, Jackson doesn’t let me answer. All I can do is stand there helplessly, breathing in the scent of my captor’s cologne, something that had been a soothing scent at one point in my life. But not anymore. It just makes me want to vomit.

Maybe he’ll let me go if I vomit on him.

I hear Baize quickly move down the rest of the stairs. “Luxe?” he calls. I try to scream but Jackson punches me hard in the left kidney.

“Don’t you dare do that again,” he snarls. Then I see Baize jog over to the boys’ bus, the one I’d been headed to. He gets on the bus and after a moment he comes back out followed closely by Adam and Kris. “How the hell could you let this happen, Baize?!” Adam yells.

“We were only a couple of yards from the bus!” Baize exclaims. “Neither of us thought it would hurt if she went that distance by herself!”

“Well, obviously you were both stupid!” Adam replies loudly. “Shit! Where the fuck is she?! Luxe!!!” I see him crane his neck one way and then the other. “Luxe! Goddamnit! Where is she?! Luxe! C’mon, baby, just give me a clue!” He waits like he’s listening. Then, “Fuck you, Jackson! You hear me?! If you harm a hair on her head I’ll fucking kill you! You got that?!”

Jackson leans his lips close to my ear. “You think your little gay boyfriend can save you now?” He chuckles and it sounds so evil sending a shiver down my spine. “They won’t find us under here. And we’ll be gone before the police arrive. You’ll  be mine once again.” Instead of his words scaring me, they piss me off and seeing the anger radiating from Adam just fuels my own desire to get free from this bastard.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and think back over those self-defense classes I had taken not long after I got the first restraining order. Without over-thinking it, I make a quick grab for Jackson’s wrist, the one that’s got the hand over my mouth. I yank hard and do a spin, twisting his arm behind his back. Then I shove him to the ground and climb on top of him, holding him down with my knee between his shoulder blades.

“Adam! Baize! I’m under the stairs!” I shout as loudly as I can. The three men that had been searching for me stop dead in their tracks. Then Adam starts sprinting towards me and the other two follow closely behind. I can hear Baize calling on his radio for the other handlers to call the police, then he’s moving me out of the way and taking my place on top of Jackson. As I stand up, brushing the dirt off me, I snarl at my attacker, “Never, ever touch me again or you’ll get something much worse than thrown to the ground and a kick in the side!”

Jackson looks up at me confused. “You didn’t kick me,” he says.

I swing my foot back, then forward and it connects hard with Jackson’s left kidney. “Now I have,” I growl. Adam has a huge proud grin on his face as he and Kris usher me back to the boys’ bus. As soon as we’re inside the vehicle, he wraps me up in a tight bear hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” he exclaims. But then he goes quiet when he notices the way I’m clinging to him and sobbing with relief in to his chest. “That’s right, baby,” he murmurs. “Let it out. It’s all over now.” Adam holds me close, rubbing my back, just letting me cry.

When I’ve calmed down I try to pull away but Adam won’t let me. So I pull back just enough to grin up in to his eyes. “I wish you could have seen the way I took him down!” All of the male Idols that had gathered around us begin to laugh and with every laugh another ounce of worry and tension releases from our bodies and in to the air.

Adam grins. “Me too, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

After a while a police officer trudges on to the bus to interview me. Adam stays by my side, one arm wrapped tightly around me as I tell the officer exactly what happened. I even have to go back in to the past and tell him about my history with Jackson. Some of the questions he asks would have normally caused anxiety in me, but now I just feel empowered by what I’ve done and the questions don’t bother me one bit.

When all is said and done, the officer shakes my hand and makes his way off the bus. All of a sudden I’m completely and utterly exhausted; emotionally and physically. Apparently being scared for your life will do that to you even if it ends well. And I think my ending was better than just well. I think it was pretty fucking fantastic. I finally stood up to my biggest nightmare and came out no worse for wear on the other side of it. I came out better than before. Getting out of Jackson’s grasp gave me some confidence and makes me feel proud of myself. I only wish my friends could have seen my moves.