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Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Boom-boom-bum-boom. The bass melody pulsed through Jermaine's forehead over and over again throughout the night, up until about two am when he popped four of the Advil he'd been saving for a situation like this. Somehow, he just knew it was coming, or maybe it was just that he was prepared for everything? Yes, that could easily be it. He rubbed his forehead slowly, massaging his temple, and sipped the sweating glass of water. This track needed to be finished now, and it was in the final post-productions stages, which meant the artist should be here breathing down his neck trying to get it out the door. The only problem was that she was nowhere to be seen. He'd been her manager for their entire lives, steering her through grade school, punishing the bullies in middle school, letting her cheat off him in high school, and once her rock music career took off he managed her music and the sharks that tried to drain her dry of every scent in her body. Yet, the worse possible thing was happening to Jermaine. Something was getting to her, something was burning her alive, it was destroying her from the inside. Herself. The drugs, the alcohol, the sex, but mostly the drugs he knew she was having. Unprotected sex, drinking binges, whatever, cigarettes, sure so long as it's not a recording day, even a little weed he didn't mind. But it was something stronger now, he was almost sure, and there was nothing he could do. That, well, that he knew of or could think of. That was why getting this track done was so important. Something deep inside of him told him that if he could complete this track for her, without her help, then maybe, just maybe she'd listen to him. Of course, Jermaine knew that was a fools hope. Impossible, but he had to try he had to do something. He couldn't just sit there and watch her destroy herself, he couldn't eat, sleep, or do anything if it wasn't helping her. Fuck... He breathed softly, she didn't even know how much he cared. Oh, she knew he took an interest in her, and wanted to help her. Like a brother, uncle, father, something, she knew that... But she didn't understand that he had dreams, and now nightmares, about her. An angel, a devil, a ghost. All these things she was to him and she didn't even know it. He had to tell her, he had to show her, he had to help her, he had to save her! He had to do something. Jermaine knew he had to do something before it was too late. He knew it. The phone rang, and his heart skipped a beat. Hello?
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Jay watched the show like a child who peers at candy at the store. Some guy was burning some concoction in a spoon, something that was a little of everything. What was his name? Johnny, Jimmy, Jack? It was something along those lines, either way he smiled showing his imperfect, yellowed teeth from years of cigarettes and a number of other poisonous candy throughout the years. Her pale green eyes skirted over the room, hardly registering the scenery. Drugged up bodies, trash, broken glass and drugs littered the floor, painting a picture of true rock bottom. Although it wasn't rock bottom for her entirely, she still had her career which took off even higher regardless of her consistent narcotic use. The other guy, which she decided to call Johnny, carefully inserted the needle in the dangerous liquid and vacuumed each drop into the syringe. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the rubber band that she expertly wrapped around her elbow, putting the other end into her mouth and pulling so that the wonderful blue, abused vein popped out once more. Johnny tapped the container, relieving it of any bubbles and placed the needle to her vein. You're about to feel the best you've ever dreamed of.. He said, voice hoarse as he injected the creation into her willing flesh. The sensation almost made her gasp, like icy fire flowing throughout her. Her eyes danced with stars and for a minute, the world felt incredible and nothing could touch her. Jay was flying. Then, she began crashing. Her heart started pounding too fast, her skin felt like the fire was overpowering the cool and her brain screamed for relief. Maybe she was dying, maybe that would be okay. She was supposed to be in recording anyways, maybe it was karma. Poor Jermaine, he's gonna be so upset that she couldn't show up.. Her world started turning black and her body was becoming numb. Maybe it was the drugs, but damn she felt so calm about dying. It wasn't as bad as people said. Yes, is there a Jermaine there? she heard some lady saying, near her bed. Bed? Where was she? Trying to move, she felt tubes hooked up to her arm. Her eyelids were too damn heavy to open yet, but her mind was slowly clearing the fog. Drugs, room, Johnny. She actually was mildly surprised she ended up in the hospital. Usually people left OD'd victims where they were, to avoid being pressed by the cops. Yes, she actually is recovering quite nicely. Lucky they came when they did.. Would have died if it had been a few minutes later.. Jay drifted in and out of the conversation. Did she say Jermaine? Oh no, he is gonna be furious with her.. Jermaine, her friend. Her best friend and protector. Who had something for her also.. That last part tightened her chest. Jay really wanted him to find someone else, or just leave the music business and settle down altogether. This shit was no good for him, her friend deserved more than that. More than her or what she could offer.
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

The phone call was worst than what Jermaine had come to expect. Typically it was a bar owner, or gas station manager calling him to come pick Jay up. She'd be covered in vomit, her eyes empty , and she would stink. He would always take her home, clean her up, force some food into her skinny body, load her up with advil or whatever over the counter pain killers were laying around the house, and tuck her into bed. The next morning she'd be sorry, and for the next week she'd behave herself until things started all over again. This was worse. Infinitely worse. Tears clouded his vision as he tried to drive to the hospital, that stupid beat banging in his head, he used the windshield wipers until he realized the tears were coming from his eyes and not from the heavens. Upon arriving, he hurried into the nurse, and when she tried to tell him that only family was allowed. He snapped a little. I'm the only fucking family she's got. He said, and he met the nurses gaze with a fierceness of his own. Completely ignoring the fact that his skin was creamy chocolate, while Jay's was much lighter. Finally, the nurse let him through. He hurried into Jay's room, and to the side of her bed. She was awake, and turned away from him when he entered. That hurt more than anything else she knew he only wanted to help, but the problem was she didn't want any help. None whatsoever. He didn't understand that too hurt. Why he couldn't comprehend her reasoning, she was always mentioning that he should get married, get a life, get a girlfriend. But how could he go devote himself to something, or anything else, when she needed so much help and he was the only one who knew how to help her? Hey... He said softly, not needing to say anything else, it had all been said. This was a close one Jay, His voice was firm, but gentle. Why do you do this to yourself? He gripped her hand, covering her small hand in his much larger one and gently massaging her fingers in between them. The physical closeness was something they'd always shared, but it was never sexual even though it had grown quite intimate. Their relationship was strange, and strained, Jermaine wasn't sure how much longer he could continue to watch Jay destroy herself... He really couldn't stand it, without him even knowing it she was destroying him too.
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Her body began to slowly gain consciousnesses, as if it woke more slowly then her mind did. Jay felt the bruises that littered her body, the pain that ran along her arms and the hunger that burned her stomach. It was something that fucked with her for days, that endless hunger. Once she would salvage it, her stomach turned on her and threw up the contents it so craved for. The nurse came in, old and frigid as she read over the charts clasped in her hands. The old woman gave her a one over, eyes cold but piteous as they observed the frail woman that laid in the bed. Jay hated those looks most of all. Those eyes that radiated with sympathy, as if to say ' You poor child, what are you doing to yourself .' She raised a hand, and slowly gave her a one-fingered salute to which the nurse huffed at and walked away mumbling. Jay wasn't about to get those looks now, least of all from a person she barely met. About ten minutes later, a commotion started outside, and a nurse was trying to argue with someone about the visiting rights, when that person retaliated in anger. That guy.. Sounding just like Jermaine. Her breath caught in her throat and she tried to stop the nervous twitch she gets when she knows that she did something wrong.. And that he found out.. He must have won the nurse out because there he stood, sad and caring as ever. Jay turned her head, casting her eyes to the wall in shame because she knew he would beat himself up over it. His hand was so reassuring, a safety net in the fall she makes herself endure. It was solid and soft, real. The young woman sighed, closing her eyes briefly before looking at her best friends face, that same handsome face that went through all her shit with her. It's who I am Jermaine.. I will always fuck up, and always do stupid shit. You need to learn to stop.... Stop beating yourself up over it. You can't save me, and it hurts to see you try. Please, this is no good for you. She said, her voice hoarse from the lack of water and coma-like sleeping. Jay brought his hand up to her lips, and chastely lay a kiss on the knuckles. It was her way of apologizing, since she was never really good with words unless they ended up a song. But now was not really a time to sing. Her pale green hues looked into the mans face, enforcing her statement she just said.
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

It took Jermaine a full minutes before he could find his voice after Jay's depressingly sad comment, and that lovely apology-by-kiss that she always pulled with him. Even once he did there was nothing he could think of to say, so he just sat their silently for another five minutes watching the machines beep and glow. He thought that maybe Jay fell asleep, but when he shifted to look at her face he found her staring back at him with eyes that seemed like they were trying to be void of emotion. But he could see it, just that little spark, that little piece of the fun, creative, positive Jay that he needed to believe was still alive within her. Of course, he very well could have been imagining it. The thought had crossed his mind before, but he always pushed it away telling himself he was just being as stupid as her. He always laughed at that thought, even now. When she looked at him curiously, Jermaine finally thought of something to say, Are those the lines in your next song? It was the same sort of ignorance-is-bliss act that he'd been pulling for sometime. Hey, look what I did... He said softly, as he pulled his ipod out of his pants pocket. Plugging in the ear buds, he pushed one into her pierced ear, and the other into his own. He'd always thought her ears were cute, even though she tried to hide them with her long, dark hair. Pressing play on the iPod, he glanced at Jay as her latest song came blaring out over the small ear buds. Just because... You think I'm clueless, Doesn't mean... You can be heartless... But Jermaine wasn't listening to the lyrics, he focused on the bass playing beneath the words. Mouthing out the beats with his deep, rangy voice that he rarely used only when Jay forced him to sing some little part in her songs. It wasn't his thing, it was hers, and he helped her. That was just how things went. I switched up the first verse, and the last bit... Do you like it?
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

She watched with wary eyes, feeling that if she kept herself emotionless and said her words bluntly, that they would eventually run him off. They always did, and it was her way of showing she cared. By relieving them of her deadly habits and ways. Jay breathed, her chest heaving in and out as she fought to overcome the soreness her lungs inhabited by some unknown cause. In some ways, ending up in a hospital was fucking worse than hoping you miraculously recovered from an OD. There were numerous cops, numerous nurses with their mightier-than-thee attitude and plenty of paparazzi trying to get their fifteen seconds of fame on her. It was hell to be tossed into the public, but in the end, this sort of story is what the public goes crazy for. It was expected of a rockstar, wasn't it? Her gloomy train of thought was interrupted by Jermaine's voice, prompting her to shake off those dark thoughts. He often avoided her questions, or ignored her requests to move on because he was just as stubborn as she. Sighing softly, Jay thought the words she spoke over in her head, and decided they would most likely pop up in one of her songs. It was true, after all. She relaxed as the earbud was placed in position and smiled, small and hardly noticeable but it was nice to hear her music brought to life. Glancing at the other man, her eyes sparkled momentarily as she saw him sing and tap along to the beat. He was in love with music along with her, and had an amazing voice even though her convincing fell upon deaf ears. At one particular verse, she gripped his hand once more, singing ever so softly the part dedicated to him, I never meant to take you down with me, we dance in the flames together. Though I wish my love, it couldn't be, I will walk the road alone forever. Once the ending was near, she looked away once more for fear that he would see the shame in her eyes. Jay was a proud woman, and it killed her to show any weakness. Stating that he messed with the ending and beginning, she nodded softly. It's beautiful, Jermaine. You always know what I want.. She said, turning to look back into those deep eyes that were a mix of color and etched with so much... Care..
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Finding the room did not worry Jermaine at first, but it did surprise him. Wow, he thought, the hospital worked fast in getting Jay that private room. So he hurried back to the nurses station, and immediately all hell broke loose. It took nearly two hours to find the security guard on duty last night, and watch the tapes of the security camera's before they concluded definitely that Jay had gone and wandered off. That stupid girl! Jermaine cussed and tossed the food he'd brought for her into the wall before darting out of the hospital. Standing in front of the big building, in the even bigger city, he looked hopelessly left and then right. Where the fuck did she go? Was his first thought, and the second and third came back to back quickly. I hope she's fucking dead, would serve her right. Please be okay you fucking idiot! Jermaine hurried towards his car, but upon passing a sign with one of those big red dot's labeled You are here. He stopped, and glanced over the map. Seeing the park, he knew exactly where Jay was, but instead of calling an ambulance or the police he simply sprinted across the two or three blocks that separated him from her. Not noticing how far he'd run his powerful, long strides carrying him quick as a bullet to the park. It didn't take long for him to find her, sleeping peacefully, curled up into a little ball. Thankfully her chest was rising and falling slowly she looked so peaceful he didn't even want to wake her at first, but his anger took over quickly. What the fuck Jay! He gave her skinny ass a shove with his foot, rolling her over and waking her up all at the same time. Jermaine? She said, looking up at him. Who else would it be, fucking finding you in the middle of a goddamn park, you aren't high are you? His eyes narrowed, Good. She wasn't, bending over he scooped her up off the grass easily, his powerful muscles hardly straining as he carried her back towards his car. Jermaine held her like a baby, rocking her back and forth in his arms without really meaning too. When she cooed, and said something silly, he grunted and threw her onto her belly over his shoulder and smacked her butt to the surprise of a nearby mother who gave him a disapproving look. He growled, and continued walking until he reached his Escalade and was able to toss Jay in the back seat. Strapping her into all three of the seat belts as she sprawled across the entire benchseat, and then shutting the door. The trip home was quiet, she fell asleep again, and when they got to his house he woke her up by placing her into the tub. He'd taken off her clothes, but left her underwear on, he'd been mean about the bath though. The water was icy cold, but in the end he had turned on the shower with hot water. Letting the cold stuff slowly drain away as he held the thrashing rockstar in the icy cold water. He chuckled, Well... That makes me feel better, He said as he wiped hair off her blue, chattering lips. I bet you're feeling better too. Can I leave you to get cleaned up by yourself? Or do I need to strip you naked and clean you like the little toddler you are?
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Her dreams were a mix of color and nightmares. Flashes of her childhood and other odd things that somehow included itself in them. Jay didn't like bringing up her childhood, or the shit that happened unless it was in a song. She felt that she was being a pain in the ass victim by always complaining how rough she had it. At least in song, maybe someone else could relate to her. Her colorful, scary world was interrupted with a rough push, leaving her on her back and disoriented. It was Jermaine, wasn't it? Him with that same angry look and attitude he adapted once he had it up to a certain point. She grunted as he pulled her into his arms, sighing as she was pulled away from her comfortable position. She retaliated, slapping at his chest and trying to coax him out of carrying her. It just gained her an even more tight grip and a smack. To which she laughed only quickly at his actions. Once inside the large car, Jay scowled as she was practically locked in, but once the rumble in the vehicle started and passed through her spine, it sort of rocked her back to sleep. The jerk out the car did it, it pushed her anger out and she screamed back. 'Let me go! Bitch! Stop your shit!' were her normal phrases even as he stripped her down. The water was too fucking cold but it actually felt nice to shower off the grimy dirt that clung to her skin. But his roughness only provoked her anger and she fought back, with no prevail, but swinging her fists against his stronger chest. Once thrown in the shower, she looked with eyes dark with anger. It wasn't so much a hate, just a temper she gets when woken up and fucked with. Getting the closest thing to her, which was a bottle of body wash, she threw it at him. Get the fuck out! she yelled, before crossing her arms and turning around like the child she was at times. Removing the only piece of cloth she had, Jay grabbed the shampoo and continued her shower because anger or not, she really wanted to be clean and comfortable. From that angle, her back tattoos were in full display as they stretched across her pale skin and wrapped around her shoulders and lower back. Some of them attempting to hide scars that criss-crossed her skin from her past. Completely ignoring Jermaine, Jay continued scrubbing her scalp and fuming in the hot water, banging the soap and bottles around.
Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Jermaine was not simply a well trained dog. He stood there and watched Jay for at least a half-minute, admiring her form, before turning and stalking out of the room. He hated getting her angry, and normally avoided it like the plague, but right now he wasn't putting up with any of her shit, he decided. She was the one who had just OD'd on God knew what, and he had tons of shit on his plate. Combo record with Eminem, and the job with Disturbed? He had some hard fucking choices, and dealing with Jay was going to be the easy part of his life he decided. Picking up his iPad he checked his email and began reading through the emails. The one he'd been waiting for, from Disturbs lead singer, finally had showed up. They didn't want Jay anywhere near their group. She was destructive, bad-press, and going to be dead before she could legally drink all the shit that was killing her. Nothing to disagree with, but she was talented. Only, Disturbed wasn't in love with her, like he was. A sigh, as he closed the screen and glanced toward the bathroom. Hey, He'd entered the room without knocking and walked straight up to Jay. She was toweling off, but he ignored that and kissed her. Firmly, and right on the lips. Dead center, both of his large hands cupped her tiny head and didn't let her escape. Finally, Jermaine finished and let go. He placed his forehead against hers, and looked into those crazy green eyes of hers. I'm leaving... He'd never threatened to leave before, so she knew he was telling the truth. Jermaine would never stoop this low just to get her to act right. He met Jays eyes, and smiled, albeit rather hopelessly. He kissed her again on the lips, and ran his fingers through her hair, before squeezing her ears like she absolutely hated him doing. I'm going to get this collab deal done with Eminem, for you, and then I'm leaving... Disturbed, they want me to produce for them, and... I just can't... Do you anymore, can't, I just... I'm sorry Jay... I'll, i've always... I just can't. He couldn't say either. He was such a pussy. The angry thought followed him all the way to the office after he left her at his house. Dumb move, he thought, as he realized he'd eventually have to go back.