Hello My Hate
Chapter One
~*~CC’s POV~*~
The roar of the crowd, the deafeningly beautiful screeching of guitars, that magically deep voice bellowing from that ridiculously tiny, gazelle legged lead singer ringing out flawlessly from the speakers while mister man whore, and all around great guy, struts around the stage with his bass, all going along with the nonstop banging of my drum kit. All of this together is the reason Black Veil Brides is so successful, because the music speaks the language of our fans. They’re the reason we do this every night, and they’re the reason why we keep selling out shows!
“Man, fourth straight sold out show here,” Andy says with a proud smile from the couch he was sprawled out on in our bus. Hell, I’d be happier than a pig in shit if I was him! The twenty-two year old mastermind and founder of Black Veil Brides, basically our ‘leader’ of sorts that made it possible for us to all do what we love in such an amazing and powerful way! A young guy who has made it possible for thousands upon thousands of people to unite because he formed this band! Hell, I’m proud and I’m the newest edition!
“I say we celebrate Black Veil Brides style!” Ashley exclaims. “With the all powerful BBS!”
“Boobs, beer and sex!” I say loudly, raising my half empty cup to salute him.
“Atta boy Coma, you got it!”
“There is supposed to be a pretty rad bar not far from here,” Larry, our bus driver says, looking back in the mirror at us.
“Sounds good to us oh bus lord,” Jake states with a nod as Jinxx wanders out from the bunks, leaning down to kiss his beautiful wife, and very good friend to all of us, Sammi.
“Party time then,” Ashley says as he heads back to prepare like he always does. Andy stands up and leans beside me, giving me a small, knowing smile.
“You alright CC?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah bud, just hard to believe she’s been missing for almost four years,” I say with a shrug, rubbing the back of my neck. “It’ll be her birthday tomorrow, so exactly four years tomorrow.”
“Shit man,” Andy says, shaking his head. “She sounds like she was an amazing girl. You were lucky to have her as your cousin.”
“I just want to know where the hell that asshole took her. Dad hated the guy, Travis. Said he was nothing but trouble and treated Carly like garbage.”
“Just have a little faith brother,” Andy says softly. “Don’t assume or fear the worst until you know for sure. Hell, she could have been at the show tonight, shining with pride at how far you have come!”
“Dudes are talking chick flick shit again,” Ashley says jokingly as the bus comes to a stop. He comes up and gently pats my back before heading out to the little bar we stopped outside of, the rest of us following behind him.
A few hours pass by in the bar filled with sweaty bodies, loud...almost awful music and some decent drinks and, of course, much amusement to Ashley’s never ending love of women. None of us getting more than a little buzzed and before we know it, it was time to leave, as per John’s orders of course. Jake pulls Ashley away from the latest oompa-loompa that was trying her damndest to suck his face off. We start walking the block to where Larry parked the bus when we hear a dull thud followed immediately by a hoarse, feminine yelp of pain.
“The fuck,” Andy says as we all stop and look around, trying to find the source of the noise.
“Over there,” Sammi whispers, pointing across the street where a guy about my height stood, long blonde hair wrapped around his hand attached to the head of a woman in ratty torn jeans and tee-shirt that was partially ripped off. The guy pulls back his arm and slams his fist against the woman’s unprotected ribs.
“Holy shit!” Ashley exclaims as all of us sober up immediately.
“Hey!” Andy bellows out as we all run over, the man immediately slams his hand against the side of her head causing her to go visibly limp and crumple to the ground as he releases her hair and proceeds to kick her repeatedly, making her immobile body bounce against the concrete from the impact of his foot. Andy reaches him first and pushes the man back using all of his momentum as Sammi crouches down beside the girl while the rest of us form a wall of sorts in front of her.
“This is none of your concern. The bitch is mind,” the man seethes. For some reason I look back as a soft groan comes from the girl as Sammi rolls her onto her back, her head resting in Sam’s lap while she held the phone to her ear, relating the situation as she moves the woman’s hair out of her face. Once her face comes into full, unobstructed view, I feel all of the air rush from my body.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking back at the man in pure shock and rage before plowing through Andy and Jinxx, pressing the slime ball against the wall by his throat. “It’s completely my fucking concern,” I snap out as I shrug the others hands off of me. “When it’s my fucking cousin you’re beating on!”
The roar of the crowd, the deafeningly beautiful screeching of guitars, that magically deep voice bellowing from that ridiculously tiny, gazelle legged lead singer ringing out flawlessly from the speakers while mister man whore, and all around great guy, struts around the stage with his bass, all going along with the nonstop banging of my drum kit. All of this together is the reason Black Veil Brides is so successful, because the music speaks the language of our fans. They’re the reason we do this every night, and they’re the reason why we keep selling out shows!
“Man, fourth straight sold out show here,” Andy says with a proud smile from the couch he was sprawled out on in our bus. Hell, I’d be happier than a pig in shit if I was him! The twenty-two year old mastermind and founder of Black Veil Brides, basically our ‘leader’ of sorts that made it possible for us to all do what we love in such an amazing and powerful way! A young guy who has made it possible for thousands upon thousands of people to unite because he formed this band! Hell, I’m proud and I’m the newest edition!
“I say we celebrate Black Veil Brides style!” Ashley exclaims. “With the all powerful BBS!”
“Boobs, beer and sex!” I say loudly, raising my half empty cup to salute him.
“Atta boy Coma, you got it!”
“There is supposed to be a pretty rad bar not far from here,” Larry, our bus driver says, looking back in the mirror at us.
“Sounds good to us oh bus lord,” Jake states with a nod as Jinxx wanders out from the bunks, leaning down to kiss his beautiful wife, and very good friend to all of us, Sammi.
“Party time then,” Ashley says as he heads back to prepare like he always does. Andy stands up and leans beside me, giving me a small, knowing smile.
“You alright CC?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah bud, just hard to believe she’s been missing for almost four years,” I say with a shrug, rubbing the back of my neck. “It’ll be her birthday tomorrow, so exactly four years tomorrow.”
“Shit man,” Andy says, shaking his head. “She sounds like she was an amazing girl. You were lucky to have her as your cousin.”
“I just want to know where the hell that asshole took her. Dad hated the guy, Travis. Said he was nothing but trouble and treated Carly like garbage.”
“Just have a little faith brother,” Andy says softly. “Don’t assume or fear the worst until you know for sure. Hell, she could have been at the show tonight, shining with pride at how far you have come!”
“Dudes are talking chick flick shit again,” Ashley says jokingly as the bus comes to a stop. He comes up and gently pats my back before heading out to the little bar we stopped outside of, the rest of us following behind him.
A few hours pass by in the bar filled with sweaty bodies, loud...almost awful music and some decent drinks and, of course, much amusement to Ashley’s never ending love of women. None of us getting more than a little buzzed and before we know it, it was time to leave, as per John’s orders of course. Jake pulls Ashley away from the latest oompa-loompa that was trying her damndest to suck his face off. We start walking the block to where Larry parked the bus when we hear a dull thud followed immediately by a hoarse, feminine yelp of pain.
“The fuck,” Andy says as we all stop and look around, trying to find the source of the noise.
“Over there,” Sammi whispers, pointing across the street where a guy about my height stood, long blonde hair wrapped around his hand attached to the head of a woman in ratty torn jeans and tee-shirt that was partially ripped off. The guy pulls back his arm and slams his fist against the woman’s unprotected ribs.
“Holy shit!” Ashley exclaims as all of us sober up immediately.
“Hey!” Andy bellows out as we all run over, the man immediately slams his hand against the side of her head causing her to go visibly limp and crumple to the ground as he releases her hair and proceeds to kick her repeatedly, making her immobile body bounce against the concrete from the impact of his foot. Andy reaches him first and pushes the man back using all of his momentum as Sammi crouches down beside the girl while the rest of us form a wall of sorts in front of her.
“This is none of your concern. The bitch is mind,” the man seethes. For some reason I look back as a soft groan comes from the girl as Sammi rolls her onto her back, her head resting in Sam’s lap while she held the phone to her ear, relating the situation as she moves the woman’s hair out of her face. Once her face comes into full, unobstructed view, I feel all of the air rush from my body.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking back at the man in pure shock and rage before plowing through Andy and Jinxx, pressing the slime ball against the wall by his throat. “It’s completely my fucking concern,” I snap out as I shrug the others hands off of me. “When it’s my fucking cousin you’re beating on!”
Notes
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12/10/14