Glamberts Big Bang Chapter 12

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Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (12/16+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: VERY strong language (luxe is a potty mouth)
Word Count: 817 (short, I know)
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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?

LUXE’S POV

It’s been three days since I got the call from Officer McNally and Adam’s fierce protectiveness has become overwhelming. So much so that the next time he does something remotely protective, I blow up at him. “Jesus Christ, Adam!” I yell. “You need to stop suffocating me! Please just give me some space and let me breathe!”

“Let you breathe?!” he exclaims. “I’m trying to fucking protect you! Or have you already forgotten there’s a maniac on your ass?!”

“You think I don’t know that?!” I shout. “It’s on my mind every fucking second of every fucking day for the past three fucking days! When I close my eyes all I can see is his face! But you’re drowning me, Adam! You’re treating me like a fucking baby and it’s not helping!”

I guess we’re being a little too loud as Baize comes running in from his adjoining room. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” he asks sounding full of adrenaline.

“No, it’s not okay,” I tell him bitterly. I pick up my duffle bag that I haven’t even unpacked yet. “I’ll be staying with Allison indefinitely.” Then I stomp my way out of the room, slamming the door as I go.

Adam and I don’t talk the rest of the day. We behave civilly when we are forced to interact, but we do so without murmuring a word. Before the concert, I sit down in a chair in front of a mirror, all the makeup spread out before me. Adam pops up and raises a questioning eyebrow at me and making a gesture as if to say, May I? I nod and he sets about doing my makeup. When he’s finished, it’s impeccable as always. But we still don’t say anything. We don’t talk the entire time at the venue and I can tell the other Idols are getting nervous. They’ve been throwing each other worried glances all night.

When we get back to the hotel that night, Baize and Allison immediately fall asleep but I’m too pumped up from performing and the tension with Adam to sleep. After pacing in the room for a while, I decide to take a trip to the ice machine. I slip on my favorite hoodie and grab the ice bucket, closing the door quietly behind me.

I make my way down the hall to the ice machine and curse under breath when I find an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the front of it. Sighing heavily I look around and spot the elevator. I decide that it won’t hurt to go down one floor and get ice from there. So I head on over to the elevator and push the down button.

As I wait, I stare down at my feet, clad only in some flip-flops. The elevator dings and I see the bottoms of the doors slide open. I step inside, noticing another person’s feet, but don’t look up at them. All is quiet and we keep to ourselves when suddenly the elevator jerks to a halt. I lift my head to see Jackson has pushed the emergency stop button. I’m too scared to gasp, my mouth forming a silent O. He grins and it’s so evil, sending a shiver down my spine. But what’s worse is that no one knows where I am. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I just left the room without a word. No one even knows I left in the first place!

I have my iPhone though. It’s in the front pocket of my hoodie. But how the hell am I supposed to alert someone to my predicament without Jackson noticing? Just then Jackson starts rambling about his fondest memories of me, some of them making me cringe, some of them being from the good years and making me ache to have those years back, never having traveled through the abusive years. As he goes on and on about memories and the new ones we’re going to make together, I look down and notice something: I can sort of see the screen of my iPhone lit up through my hoodie, the fabric is thinner than the actual sweatshirt part. But it’s a kind of tough to make out which icons are what. So I send a little prayer to the Gods of Apple that I hit the right icons.

After a few attempts I’m able to bring up my contact list and get to Adam’s name. I’m also able to tell the phone I want to send him a text message. From this point on, it’s pretty simple since I basically have the keyboard memorized. I type out a short message and thank God that I have the keyboard clicks turned off. As I hit the ‘send’ button, I pray that my message gets through to Adam. Until he comes to rescue me, I’ll just have to wait this out.