Tears and Insecurities

°Two Months later°

I got a call from my manager, letting me know that we, meaning the band, needed to meet at the studio today.
I went to my bathroom to take a quick shower, and I closed the door behind me, looking to face myself in the mirror. My bruises were healed almost completely and my other wounds had been taken care of. The only injury remaining were the two big hand prints on both of my arms. I sighed at the bruises.

It was hard to move my arms a lot or to put a lot of pressure on it. It looked like some sort of sick tattoo, purple and blue finger prints curling around and leading down on my upper arm.

Sick of looking at myself, I decided to go ahead and get in the shower, undressing and turning on the hot water and I relaxed under the intense heat. It was two months ago since the fight happened, and Roman just about lost it when he found out that night.

•Flashback•

"Hey V! Where ya been? You left for a while, I was starting to get worried.."

Roman exclaimed as he heard the front door slam, signaling my entrance. He wasn't facing me, but was still playing Call of Duty. I couldn't think of a lie to tell him, I couldn't stand lying to Roman, so instead, I didn't answer. When he noticed this, he turned to face me, stopping his conversation on his headset and ripping it off as he got up and came over to me so quickly. His shocked face quickly changed into fury and he hugged me tightly, but not crushing me because of my cuts and bruises. He instantly knew what happened, and without question, he went to the kitchen table ad snatched his keys and headed to the door to his car. A loud crack could be heard and I quickly snapped back to reality, noticing how Roman literally snapped the door off his hinges. I ran after him and pleaded for him to stop and to leave it alone. I wanted him to calm down. Even though Roman is not really the type to look for trouble, when he sees a threat to the people he cares about, he won't stop hunting the offender down until they're dead.

It was as if he were struggling with his inner demon while I held him down as best as I could, tears streaming down my bruised face, I know he was. He held me to him tightly, muttering endless apologies for letting this happen, how it was his fault. Rain drops started to fall from the sky. Soon enough, we were both drenched as our tears mingled with the sky's own tears. I don't really remember much from that night, but I woke up in fresh, dry clothes and I was in my room, on my bed. I sat up a turned to my window, looking out of it and noticing how Roman's car had disappeared...

I rinsed out the last of the conditioner from my hair, and turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I shook away the thoughts of my memory from that day.

I got dressed, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a Green Day shirt. The deep cut on my thigh has healed rather quickly, and miraculously without a scar, might I add. I was too lazy and in a hurry to do my hair, so I simply put it into a messy bun and put on my jacket. I went downstairs, grabbing my keys and walking out the door to my car.

When I got into the studio, I walked into the room where we usually met and saw quite a few familiar faces.. Our manager, Chris, was sitting in the middle with another man not too far away from him with band members sitting around the two. Everyone looked up to me as I entered the room.

I sat down next to Angel and a man that looked familiar to me. He had his arms folded over his chest and one long leg crossed over the other and his hair was teased. He looked very familiar....I just couldn't put my finger on it..


"As I was saying before Violet walked in, to answer everyone's questions as to why everyone is here...Both bands will be touring together this summer on Warped tour."


As Chris made everything short and simple, my eyes widen at the news. WE were going on fucking Warped Tour!!!! We were finally getting somewhere with our band. Sure, we've been on plenty of tours before, but to know that we were going on Warped Tour...I don't know if that meant something, anything to the people around me, but it sure as hell meant something to me. As for this other band next to us...Who were they? I guess I'm about to find out.

"Now, since I made everything short and sweet for you guys, you can do whatever the hell you want. Get to know each other. After all, you are spending the summer with these guys and vice-versa."

With that, Chris got up and went to talk to the other band's manager and everyone else began to talk amongst themselves. The mysterious man finally turned to me, and I automatically remembered. Those piercing blue eyes brought back memories of a night months ago.

"I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Andy, lead singer of Black Veil Brides.."

His deep voice was slightly raspy, yet smooth, and he reached out his hand for me to shake.
Smiling, I accepted his hand and shook it.

"I remember you now, Andy. It's been a while since that night at the club."

We both laughed and began a conversation with each other like everyone else in the room..

Notes

Joining You; Alanis Morissette.

I apologize about the chapter being short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

I would like to thank @GPhrophet and @WhiteRabbit for commenting on my story and inspiring me to write more. @Broken Wing also for giving me feed back. I love you guys!