Olivia's POV:

The second I entered the change room, I snatched one of the plush pillows from the one of the elegant couches and buried my head in it, letting out a muffled scream. Of course it wouldn't be heard over the obnoxious club music.

How dare that pretentious asshole come here. Acting like he owned the god damned placed.

In all my life, through every rebellious act I'd pulled off, I kept one of my mother's lessons very close to my heart. Never hate anyone. No emotion should be negative enough that you should forget all that you stand for, and go back in time to when humans acted as apes, and we were so vulgar and cruel. But Ashley Purdy is a special case.

I hated him with every fibre of my being. I loathed the air he breathed in. Whatever he touched I'd gladly burn it to the ground just to rid it of his awful touch. And that barely scraped the surface of just how much I despised the man.

I'm sure it's somewhat confusing as to why I dislike him
so much. I mean, he obviously doesn't even no anything about me, probably doesn't give a damn about my existence. But what he did, what he does every day makes my anger towards him grow.

During my late teenage years, as I was finishing off junior year and heading into my final high school year, I discovered the band Black Veil Brides. At first, their music scared the absolute shit out of me. With the harsh chords and screaming lyrics. But then everything changed.

My parents got a divorce. My younger sister, Jessica and I had to choose sides. Or at least we were expected to.

By that time, I'd fallen in love with BVB and their music. It spoke to me, the powerful lyrics teaching me to rebel and fight for what I believe in. So that's exactly what I did.

The day before my dad was expected to move to Florida, I snuck me and my sister out. With a bottle of liquor and our black hoodies, nothing could stop us.

We didn't go far. Just to the little, lonely park in the neighbourhood. We talked for hours, gazing at the stars, passing the bottle of whiskey back and forth between us. She told me how afraid she was, how she didn't want anything to change, how she loved living as a family together. I hugged her and shared my inner fears as well, noting how I didn't want to be separated from my baby sister.

Divorce cuts the cord that held together a family. During this time, the children need each other more than ever. It's like all their worst fears have come true, and mommy and daddy cannot mend their broken hearts and tear-stained cheeks like they used to. They lied to themselves, to their family and their kids, when they promised they'd love and care for each other in their wedding vows. Now their flesh and blood repel from them and hold anger directed at them due to forcing them to divide themselves. Could they choose a favourite child? Then how could they expect them to choose a parent?

I fought for my little sister. She fought for me. We agreed we would not be separated. So we weren't.

We said good-bye to our father as he set off to go across the country, far, far away from his heart-broken daughters. Our mother worked longer hours and spent little time at home. I would pick up Jessie from school, prepare dinner, and help her with her homework. Life wasn't what it used to be, but it was better than what it almost was. Until things decided to change again.

I was in my last year of high school, with barley half the the year left. Jessica had almost finished grade seven and dreaded the day I'd leave for university. I'd gotten an early acceptance in WSU and couldn't have been happier. And on top of that, got tickets to see BVB at warped that summer!

Everything was going perfectly, I had a great group of friends and was doing excellent in the academic department, but for Jess, it wasn't the same.

Jessica was greatly affected by my parents divorce, and the factor that I'd be leaving the state to continue with my educational career. She isolated herself at school, spent her free-time writing in her journal and listening to music alone in her room. She changed her appearance too. Started wearing dark eye-makeup and dyed her hair bright pink. She wore mostly black, and would wear long shirts and pants year round.

I don't when understand how I couldn't of seen it coming. Was I blinded by my success that I didn't even notice the silent torture my younger sister endured? Or maybe I was being selfish, and chose simply to ignore the facts and persuade my mind into thinking that it was all just a faze.

Jessica was diagnosed with depression and anxiety a month later. She steadily shut herself off from everyone, me included. a week before the ending of the school year I confronted her, demanding she talk to me. She simply paused her music and looked me dead in the eyes, before quietly responding, "if you knew what I thought, you'd be scared."

Her words froze me, but what horrified me the most was the dead, haunting look in her eyes.

My little sister had been broken, and I'd been too stubborn to realize it.

So while she slept one night, I crept across the room, (we shared a bedroom) and stole her journal. Curiously flipping through the pages, my eyes widened and tears sprung to my eyes. She wrote poetry regarding death, self-harm and her own personal inner demons. She drew pictures of wrists with cuts on them, blood pooling down the pages. Some pages were actually filled with small, droplet sizes red stains. My heart cracked as I sprung up and dashed to her nightstand. I rummaged through it and fell to my knees when I pulled out a blade.

Jessie is woke due to my loud sobbing and banging and look both angered and confused. I wrapped my arms around her and she understood, finally crying into my arms. Together, we cried and talked until the sun Rose the following morning.

She promised she'd try and get better, so I promised that if she could, I'd take her to warped instead of my best friend.

The next week, Warped Tour came, and as promised, we both got to go. Together, decked out in black, ripped shorts, our band t-shirts (mine was BVB hers was PTV) and vans, we began the best day of our lives.

The crowds were hectic and loud, but surprisingly we both managed to make it to the front of the crowd of screaming, cheering fans. Black Veil Brides was amazing! As I expected! We even got to meet them at the meet and greet! I made a giant fool of myself in front of my celebrity crush, Ashley Purdy, and would not stop stuttering! I got the bands autograph and even a couple pictures! It was legit, the bestest day of my life! And then for a second it got even better.

Ashley not so subtly checked both me and my sister out. His eyes slowly gazed my body up and down repeatedly, and he licked his lips seductively. I felt a blush growing on my cheeks, which caused for Ashley to smirk.

"Listen ladies, how would you like to get a VIP tour? We could show you around, let you gals see our bus, backstage? Maybe some free merch? What'd ya say?" Ashely walked around the booth and draped an arm lazily across my shoulder.

The other guys offered us a small smile, but each glared at Ashley. Ashely ignored their stares and focused all of his attention on me. I felt slightly awkward under his gaze, but decided to go with it.

"Uh, thanks and all. But I'm going to go see Pierce the Veil go on... You coming Liv?" Jessie glanced at me uncertainly. I shook my head, "I don't think so. Would you be okay if I stayed here?"

She shrugs, and walks towards the stage and screaming fans before giving me one last worried glance.

"So, what'd you have in mind we do?" I turn to Ashley, feeling a tad more confident about being near my idols.

"Uh, we have an interview. Ash, you coming?" Jinxx interrupts.

Ashley keeps his gaze on me as he answers, "nah, I'll pass. Not liked we never do interviews. Besides, I just promised this lovely lady right here that I'd show her around," he winks at ether end.

I blush as the guys say their good-byes and head off in the direction of their interview.

Ashley wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his side, leafing me towards the vast amount of your buses. At the bus I'm assuming is his own, he opens the door, tugging me inside.

"Finally," he breathes, "we're alone."

I feel my eyes light up just as he leans down to press his lips to mine.

One thing quickly leads to another, and soon I find myself, in his bed, no longer a innocent virgin. I'm not sure how much time has past, or even if bands are still performing.

I snuggle myself closer to Ash's naked side and press my flushed cheek to his sweaty chest. He pushes me away, not so gently, and climbs out of his bunk, swiftly gathering his discarded clothing as he does so. Pulling on his skinny jeans, he glances at me expectantly.

When I offer him a confused look, he miles smugly, "oh I'm sorry, you thought that was real, huh? Well, sorry to be the one to tell you this babe, but it wasn't. I just really needs a fuck. Don't feel too bad though, you weren't awful."

I feel tears well up in my eyes, as he continues, "if I were you, I'd get off this bus ASAP. Don't want the guys to think you're more of a whore than you already are."

Anger rises up and I manage to fight my tears. I sit up, pulling on my shorts and shirt and hastily match to the door.

"Oh and Lydia? Don't kick yourself on the way out."

I sneer at the asshole who I gave my innocence to and yell loudly, "my names Olivia you dick!"

With that, I walk away from the biggest mistake of my life.

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I wanted to hate him. But couldn't. He had a hold on me do powerful even I didn't realize it at first. That was until he started reeling me in slowly, so slowly that I didn't even notice it, and before I knew it, I couldn't escape.

Notes

So we kinda finally get to learn why Liv hates Ashley! And personally, I don't blame her! He acted like a dick there! Hell, I'd beat the crap out of the douche if I were her. But I'm not, I'm simply the author and controller of her... So ehh didn't I make her best him up? Stupid!

Oh well, hope you liked the update!
Also if you guys had time could you maybe check out my other stories? Numb and We Don't Belong