Disclaimer: I don't own Linken Park, I own the other people though...
Running through a golden field of oats, fingers gently brushing over the tops, the scent of jasmin and roses. Chester awoke with a start as he groped in his pants pocket for the cause of his waking. As the lights automatically switched on, he pulled out a vibrating small black and gray beeper. His eyes straineed to focus as he looked at the numbers on the tiny digital screen. together, the tiny grains read 'Heather Miller 867-5309'. Chester looked at the clock over head on the wall in the recording booth. 3:25 am. Groggily he whiped the sleep that had crusted over, from his light brown eyes. Looking around for a phone, he found one sitting next to where his head was previously lying. Still half asleep, he dialed the number that showed on his beeper. The phone rang twice and then an unfamiliar female voice came over the ear piece. "Hello, Miller's place?" "Yeah, is Heather there? She paged me an--" Sounds like someone fighting over the phone could be heard. "Hi, hello? Chester?" "That'd be me love," He said, while trying to restrain a yawn. "What did you want?" There was a brief silence and then she spoke. "I miss you." Chester felt anger rise in him. She had woken him up at 3:30 in the morning to say that?! Well, at least she thought of him. "Yeah, I miss you too, but we've got to get this record done. When we're done with it, I'll take you somewhere speical ok?" He could hear over the phone that she was breathing heavily like she was starting to cry. "Honey, what's wrong? Don't cry, I'll be home soo-" "Chester! I'm peregnent!" Her voice was going hoarse like she had been crying before hand. The news hit him like a stack of bricks. "You're... you're peregnent? Baby, that's no reason to cry. That's wonderful."He whispered soothingly into the phone. "It's okay, I'm not going to leave you if that's what's worring you." He hoped he sounded loving but inside he was a bit shaky and confused. He heard shuffling and what he assumed being the phone passed to someone. "Chester?" It was the voice that answered the phone in the first place. "Chester, she needs you." He could hear crying in the background. The woman on the phone lowered her voice. "When I got here I found her like she was trying to commit suiside. She really needs you Chester. You need to get down here." Her words struck him and he was now the most awake he had ever been in all his life. "I'll be there in about 5 hours, just give me a chance to tell the guys. Just keep an eye out on her for me." He hung up the phone and got up out of th chair he had been sitting in. Flipping the light switch which had turned on shortly after he had awoken, he made his way down the empty hallway and out to his car, on the way, stopping to wake a sleeping Hahn who was lying on a bench with his headphones still on to tell him where he was going. The sun was just showing signs of rising as he made his way to the interstate. His head was pounding form a lingering hangover and he cursed to himself under his breath as he spilt hot coffee on his leg while trying to drive, look at the road signs and take a sip of the hot drown liquid all at the same time. Today was going to be a long one, he could tell already.
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