writefiction | Glamberts Big Bang Chapter 13

Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (13/16+Epilogue)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
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mindchnger
Artists:

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Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Luxe]
Rating: R
P.O.V.: First Person, switches POVs but is clearly marked.
Warning: Strong Language, Violence
Word Count: 1,426
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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?

ADAM’S POV

It’s been quite a while since the show ended and since Kris started snoring. He said he’d keep me company tonight, but he’s not doing a very good job. I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep and it’s all because Luxe and I aren’t speaking to each other. It makes me sick to think of the fight we had earlier. I can’t blame her though, I have been really overprotective lately. Maybe a bit too much. I’m just so worried and I know she is too. We’re both stressing waiting for Jackson to pounce.

Suddenly my phone beeps loudly, alerting me to a new text message and making Kris sit straight up in bed. The message is from Luxe and reads: HELP! w/Jackson! In elevator! My heart stops and I feel as if I’m going to die. But that only lasts a second. Then I jump out of my bed lightening quick and go running from the room, Kris hot on my heels. I go running down the hall to Allison’s room where Luxe was staying and begin pounding on the door, yelling for Baize and/or Allison to open up.

A sleepy looking Alli opens the door, raising her eyebrow in question. I push passed her and start yelling at Baize who’s sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. “What the fuck, Baize?! Do you know where Luxe is?!”

Baize looks at me blankly. “I’m guessing she’s not in bed?”

“No, she’s not,” I tell him. “She’s fucking stuck on the elevator with Jackson!” Baize shoots out of bed, stumbling around for his phone to call the other handlers and probably hotel security. “How the fuck did he even get in here?! Huh?! How did he get past the front fucking desk?!” I demand. Baize just plugs his unoccupied ear with his finger and continues talking.

He’ll get his in the morning.

I raise my lip in a snarl at the handler and stomp out of the room, this time not only does Kris follow, but so does Allison. I start running for the elevator once I’m out in the hall. When the three of us get there we notice the elevator is stuck between our floor and the floor below us. Jackson must have hit the emergency button and stopped it. I’m so fucking scared and I don’t know what to do so I just start banging on the silver doors and yelling to Luxe.

LUXE’S POV

I keep praying that Adam has gotten my message as Jackson tells me how he’s going to make sweet, sweet love to me making me cringe. I remember how he ‘made love’ to me before and I really don’t want to relive that. Jackson moves closer, stripping himself of his shirt, then unbuckling his belt and popping the button on his jeans. He gets to me, trying to kiss me, but I fight him off. I keep fighting, fighting as if my life depends on it, which it sort of does.

It’s getting harder to fight him off, he’s gotten a lot stronger since we were together. I think he’s been working out, probably getting ready for a moment like this. It doesn’t help that I’m exhausted beyond belief emotionally as well as physically from performing. Just when I’m about to give up and let him have me there’s loud banging from above and a voice yelling to me. “You fight him, Luxe! Keep fighting! Don’t give up!” My heart leaps for joy at the sound of Adam’s voice. Then I hear Allison and Kris chime in, all of them telling me not to give up. Their encouragement is all I need to keep going. To put every ounce of strength I have left in to fighting off this bastard.

I knee Jackson hard in the stomach and he doubles over, letting me go. I’ve finally got the upper hand in the situation. But when he stands back up he’s wielding a knife.

Oh shit!

With all the self-defense courses I’ve taken over the years, not once did I take one that included weapons training. I am surely screwed. “You little bitch,” Jackson snarls. “You did something, didn’t you? You told them where we were! You are in so much trouble now.” I throw another prayer to God because, lets face it, He’s been so generous to me tonight. I believe He wants me to survive this.

When Jackson lunges with the knife pointed right at me, I somehow manage to grab him by the wrist, twist it hard and plunge the six inch knife in to his chest, right in to his heart. Jackson drops to the floor and I let out a blood curdling scream.

I’ve killed him! I fucking killed him!

But then Jackson groans and I know he’s not dead. The pounding on the elevator doors has gotten louder and the yelling more intense. “Luxe! Luxe! Are you okay?! What’s going on?!” Adam shouts.

“I’m fine!” I yell back. “Call 9-1-1 though! Jackson needs an ambulance!” As I look down at my attacker and ex-boyfriend, I see him try to pull the knife from his chest. As I kneel down beside him, I whip my hoodie off over my head. “Don’t do that!” I exclaim, swatting at his hands. “If you pull it out it’ll do more damage and more than likely kill you! You’ve gotta let the doctors take it out!” Jackson drops his arms to his sides, believing in what I’m saying. He’s always believed me whenever I’ve told him something.

I take my hoodie and wrap it around the knife where it’s entering his chest and apply as much pressure as I can, even though it hurts Jackson. But apparently he doesn’t care because the next thing he says to me is, “Please don’t let me die, Luxe. Please.” His pleading voice brings tears to my eyes.

“You’re not gonna die,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “I won’t let you. I promise.” I promise him this under selfish reasons: I’m not a killer. I keep repeating those words in my head, praying that God will hear me.

ADAM’S POV

It seems like hours before the elevator starts moving back up to our floor. The lift dings and the doors open. I gasp at what I find. There’s Luxe, her hands covered in blood, slumped against the wall of the elevator crying. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding,” she says quietly. Paramedics come swooping in and Luxe tells them it’s no use, he’s dead.

Luxe isn’t allowed to touch anyone or be touched by any of us until she’s examined by a doctor and a crime scene technician who will collect forensic evidence. It’s so hard because all I want to do is wash that blood from her hands and wrap her tightly in my arms and never let go. But I wait patiently as she’s taken to the hospital and goes through her examination. When that’s all done, she goes in to the bathroom and begins to wash her hands. I stand in the doorway, just watching. She cries as the water and soap runs red as it washes the blood from her skin. She scrubs and scrubs until I’m scared her hands are going to be raw, so I step in. I rinse the soap from her reddening hands and gently pat them dry with rough paper towels. Then I lead her back in to the exam room. We sit on the bed, huddled together as she continues to cry. She cries throughout her interview with the police and an interview with a counselor.

Hours later, I’m finally allowed to take her back to the hotel. She clings to me as we go up the stairs, unable to get on another elevator after the tragedy she’s been through today. We get to our room and Luxe pulls off all her clothes and then realizes none of her things are here, they’re all in Alli’s room. “S’okay, baby,” I tell her. “You can wear one of my bigger t-shirts.” I go and get the one I’m thinking of and she slips it on over her head. It’s long enough to cover her bottom, which is good since she had even stripped off her panties. Then we crawl in to bed together. I hold on to her tightly as she sobs all night long. She’s so upset and that’s understandable. But I can’t help but wonder if she’s a little too upset. You’d think she’d be a little relieved that he’s gone now.