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Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

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I felt bad for not updating for a few weeks so I'll post this in two parts.
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STEFAN.

For the second time that year, Stef woke up in a hospital, unsure as to how he got there.

“Stefan?” a voice above him called out.

He squinted to grow accustomed to the light, suddenly realizing he wasn’t in a hospital at all. The spare room of the family’s house could almost pass for one. White walls, bright lights, white sheets on the bed.

Everything smelt so clean, the tight linen keeping him in place. “Mor?” he muttered.

“How are you feeling, honey?”

Struggling free from the sheets, Stef groaned as his heavy head fell back onto the pillow. Everything ached.

“What happened?”

“Älskling, you fell down the stairs. You’re ok though, just a bit bruised.” Mrs. Olsdal smiled.

“I fell?”

“Yes honey, your Far found you thank heavens.”

Stef frowned, not wanting to give himself away. The rage he had felt earlier reappeared, brewing inside of him.
“Can I see him?”

His mother left, giving Stefan time to rip the sheets off the bed and dress himself. His arms and legs were badly bruised and were difficult to maneuver into his shirt and pants.

“I see you’re ok then.” Mr. Olsdal commented, closing the door behind him.

“No thanks to you.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“You pushed me down the damn stairs!”

His father quickly hushed him, looking nervous. “A mistake, and you know it, boy. I would never harm you.”

“Bullshit you wouldn’t! What’s wrong? You seemed fine about my whole… you know… being gay… you seemed fine back in London. “

“You must understand, Stefan. This is very difficult for me and your mother.”

“But why? What’s your problem?”

Mr. Olsdal sighed, and sat by him on the bed. “At home, back in London, there were many bad influences on you and we understand that you may not have been able to… be mature about some of the decisions you made and-“

“Are you serious? You really think that?”

“Do not interrupt, Stefan, I-“

“No, I’m not listening to this!” Stef pulled his shoes on and headed for the door, every muscle in his body aching.

“And don’t leave while I’m speaking to you!” His father stood up and stared him down menacingly.

The blonde scowled. “What are you going to do? Hit me again? You’re pathetic.”

~~~

Stef walked the streets of Stockholm cold, in pain, and still reeling from the things his father had said. He’d been naïve to think that things could change so easily; what he’d give to be home.

Slotting some coins into the phonebox, he dialed the only number, besides his own, he knew by heart. ‘Please pick up,’ he thought to himself. The only voice who answered was Brian’s father asking him to leave a message. That probably wasn’t a wise idea, it’d just make Brian worry, and it’s not like he could call him back. Rummaging through his pocket, Stef pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper. It was an old number, but the only one left he had to call. A groggy voice answered.

“Yeah?”

“Courtney?”

The voice on the phone yawned. “Whoever this is better have a good reason for calling. Do you know what time it is?”

“No.”

“It’s five in the morning, now who… is… Stef is that you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know who else to call.”

Courtney’s voice suddenly became more urgent. “Is there a problem? Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Stef lied. “I just… needed someone to talk to.”

“You didn’t call Brian?”

“Nobody home. Can you call him later and tell him I’ll try again tomorrow? I don’t think it’d be a good idea leaving a message on the machine.”

The redhead chucked. “Probably not. Look, how are you? Keeping out of trouble?”

Stef bit his tongue, the last thing he needed to do was spread his troubles around the world, besides, Courtney had done enough for him already. “Anyway, sorry for waking you up. I’d better go.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be out here, it’s freezing. I’ll call next week, maybe. Bye.” He slammed the phone on the hook before he had a chance to spill his guts. His freezing knuckles cracked as his grip on the phone tightened. Fighting back tears, Stef stepped back into the street avoiding the eyes of passersby.
Unfortunately he avoided the eyes, but not the bodies. “Sorry.” He winced, holding his bruised shoulder he’d accidently collided into another person.

“It’s ok.” The other person, a tall, blonde, 20-something. “You ok?” he asked.

Stef was still gripping his shoulder, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the pain. “Yep.” He lied. “Sorry again.”

~~~

A week had passed, and nobody had mentioned his trip down the stairs; Stef figured it was one of those things, like so many others, that wasn’t to be spoken of. Much like the reason behind it.

“Good news, boy,” his father exclaimed at the dinner table. “I’ve found you a job.”

Stef frowned. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? You need a job, and I’ve found you one.”

“It’s at the theatre!” his mother enthusiastically added. “The same one we’re going to tonight, actually. It’s beautiful, so old, so much histo-“

“Wait, we’re going where tonight?”

“My boss’s son is the lead in this play, that’s how I got you a job at the theatre! Anyway, he gave us tickets for the opening night.”

“I don’t really feel like going.” The blonde sulked, pushing pees around on his plate with his knife.

“It’s not optional, young man. Now, get changed.”

~~~

As it turned out, the theatre really was beautiful, almost as impressive as the show itself. Stef had always had a soft spot for ‘Cats’.

“Stef! Stefan!” Mr. Olsdal called from across the room. The blonde dragged his eyes from admiring the artwork wallpapered around the lobby and reluctantly weaved his way towards his parents.

“This, is my boss, Jasper Svennson, his wife Anna, and their son, Mr. Mistoffelees himself, Emil.” Stef smiled and shook all their hands, his eyes lingering longest on Emil.

“Hey,” he thought aloud. “I bumped into you last week.”

Emil laughed. “Yeah, yeah you did.”

“Sorry about that… again.” He blushed.

“No need. I hear you’ll be joining us here soon.”

Stef sighed, who else had known about this before he did? “Yeah, looks that way. My father is pretty excited about it.

The actor smiled slyly. “He’s not the only one.”

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=O A whole chapter without Brian!? My apologies. He'll be in the next part.
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