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She was a sweet little southern girl from Tennessee, with a rebellious side. She loved the country
side. She worshiped James Dean, her all time favorite singer was Elvis Presley, and her all time
favorite song was “American Girl” by Tom Petty. Her eyes were chocolate brown. Her hair
was black with blue and purple streaks that framed her face. She had tattoos up and down her arms,
love old cars, and had a passion for cosmetology.
He was a city boy born and raised. He grew up in Milwaukee, he had a twin brother, and played in a
band. His band was not only his life, but it helped pay the bills. Drumming and art were his only
passions. Until he met her.
Andrew “The Butcher” Mrotek met Chelsea at a salon in New York. She had just moved
there. “Are you open?” Were his first words to her.
“Yes sir.” She said with her southern drawl. Her voice made him feel warm. It reminded
him of drinking lemonade on a hot summer afternoon after bike riding through the outskirts of
Milwaukee. “What would you like done today?” She asked and then smiled, oh, that
perfect smile, her teeth were white and perfectly straight.
“Um just…a…trim.” He managed to stutter out. Looking at her made him
“I'm Chelsea by the way.” She said as she combed through his hair.
“Andrew, but you can call me Andy.”
Their short lived romance began that day. She didn't care how tacky it might have looked to her new
boss to get a guys phone number, she knew she needed to know him. She knew he was the kind of guy
she wanted to meet when she vowed she would find her future husband in New York City.
They spent their afternoons together in thrift stores and used record shops looking for collectors
items. They would drive around listening to Johnny Cash discussing what was actually the
best Johnny Cash song ever. And fighting over if his cover of Hurt was amazing. Chelsea
thought it was the best cover ever done, hands down. The Butcher strongly disagreed. They would make
each other mix cd's and name them off the wall things like “Banana Pancakes” or
“Multiple Songs That Are Better Than Anything Metallica put out.” He would paint
pictures that she proudly displayed anywhere she could. They would make love over and over and over
again and every time it felt new. They would always fall asleep holding each other and listening to
The Beatles on vinyl. Which according to her was “the only way to listen to The
The first time he introduced Chelsea to his band the guys all saw and commented on how she was
perfect for their favorite drummer “The Butcher.” “Maybe Ashlee won't think we are
gay lovers anymore.” Adam Siska teased.
“Well I don't know who this Ashlee girl is,” Chelsea replied, “but she clearly
doesn't know a man when she meets one!”
The Butcher and Chelsea were madly in love. Everyone could see the passion they shared for each
other. Bill even once commented that Christine was jealous. That is why when he proposed to her
after being with her less than a year no one told him it was a stupid idea.
They had a backyard wedding at her parents home in Tennessee. They owned an acre of land, so there
was plenty of room for the small amount of friends and family that were on the guest list. Chelsea's
sister was the Maid of Honor and Adam Siska was the Best Man. She wore a t-length wedding dress with
some old fashioned lace that was used from her grandmothers wedding dress, she wore flats, and her
hair was curled with a pompadour in the front. She refused to wear a tiara or veil, so she put a red
rose in her hair. Their first dance was to “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis.
And neither of them could help falling in love with each other. They were married for two
Until that day. The day. The day she died in his arms.
He found out later on it was due to a massive aneurism that popped. She had been to the doctor's
office plenty of times but they never found it. She was only 25.
Without her he felt as if a part of him died. The day of her funeral, everyone went to the reception
and he sat by her grave and wept. He was never the kind of guy to cry, but she brought out something
in him that no one else could. He stayed with her parents for a few weeks after her funeral. He was
afraid to go back to the loft they lived in. He didn't want to be alone and constantly reminded of
But he knew he had to go back to the real world. He knew it is what she would have wanted. So he
took the drive back up to New York City and searched for a new apartment. If he was going to start a
life with out her, it needed to be in a new home. He didn't know if he could survive to live in the
place where he started, and ended, his life with her. He quickly found a place and sold his own. As
he was packing he stumbled upon “Multiple Songs That Are Better Than Anything Metallica put
out,” he smiled put it in the CD player, and hit play. The first song that filled the room was
Roy Orbison's Pretty Woman. It was defiantly a mix made by Chelsea.
The Butcher still remembers how he felt the first time he heard her voice, the way her smile sent
him to another planet, and he couldn't forget the sound of her laugh. When his memory of her
chocolate eyes, and her black blue and purple hair fades he looks at the photo of her that sits by
He knows he will always miss her, but he knows he has to try to live without her. Because if
she was here and saw him pouting she would laugh and tell him to “Get offa his ass and live
life. There is no reason to mope around.”
A/N: My LiveJournal friends have read this. Sorry for the repeat guys.
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