Chemical Kids And Machanical Brides

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Cam’s POV:
I look out of the window, then to my phone. The screen lights up, showing Luke’s — my ex-boyfriend — name. Another hate message.
Luke ~ He doesn’t love you. In-fact, he wouldn’t even care if you died. Just go slit your fucking wrists!
I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes. In attempt to blink them away (which doesn’t work), I shuffle over to my bedside table and grab a piece of paper and pen, I write down the words:
I’m sorry. I never ment to hurt any of you and make your life miserable. I love you Tony, don’t you forget that. ~ Cam
I place both the note and pen on the nightstand and took the bottle of pills from my drawer. Tipping Hal the bottle of tablets into my hand. Tears were streaming down my face as I put my hand to my lips. Tony bursts through the door, knocking the pills out of my hand and he takes me I to his arms. “Don’t you scare me like that again. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if I had lost you.” He reassures me.
I cry into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for being such a fuck up.” Tony picks me up and lays me down onto our bed.
“Just get some sleep.” He kisses my cheek and lies down next to me. “I love you,” he whispers before we fall asleep.

Niamh’s POV:
I watch as Andy finishes off his fifth beer. “Make yourself useful and go get me another beer. And whilst you're at it, make me a sandwich.” He speaks up. I sigh, stand up and head to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of whiskey and pour it into a small glass. I quickly make his sandwich and pass it over to Andy. “Now, make yourself scarce.” I quickly run upstairs and into our room.
It was only two years ago since Andy started taking drugs and drinking a lot more. To be honest, I don’t know what even started the drugs.
I sigh and hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and in-front of our bedroom. The door swings open, revealing an angry looking Andy. He moved closer to me, the smell of alcohol and drugs becoming more stronger. And gripped onto my arm, hard, whilst pulling me downstairs.
He balled up his fists and the right one came into contact with my jaw. I hissed in pain as he punched my nose, making it bleed. I clamped my hand on the bridge of my nose.
He then dragged me upstairs and threw me onto the bed. Andy ripped off my clothes and forced his dick into my ass.

Shannon’s POV:
Matty slammed into me once more, before blowing his load inside of me. He pulled out and ran a finger across my clit. I moaned as he inserted two fingers inside of me. It wasn’t long before I was a moaning, shivering mess underneath him. Matty added another finger and pumped them in and out.
I soon came and we gathered up our clothes. I waited until Matty left, to get into the shower and changed into something comfortable. The front door slams shut, “Babe, I’m home!” Oli’s British accent fils the house. I rush downstairs and jump into his arms.
“I’ve missed you.” I mumble into his neck. We stay like this for a minute before he carries me to the sofa.
“I’ve missed you too.” He replies and kisses my forehead. “Wanna watch a movie?” Oli suggests.
I think for thirty seconds before saying, “Sure, but I’m choosing.” I jump off the sofa and skip over to the rack of DVDs. I run my index finger across the spines of the movies, when I pick out Drag me to hell. I place the disk into the DVD player and join Oli on the sofa.

Cole’s POV:
I was at my brother’s — Pete — house, with his band mates, and the bitch (Elisa, Patrick’s girlfriend) was there. She was shooting daggers at me, but I guess it was because I was staring at her “property”, Patrick Stump. I plug my headphones into my iPhone and play some Green day.
Someone taps on my shoulder. I pull one earbud out and look up. “Could we talk?” Patrick asks me. I nod, take the other earbud out and follow him into the backyard.
“What’s up Pat?” He slightly smiles.
“Um, I need to, er. . .get something off of my chest.” A blush rises up onto his cheeks. Naw, he’s so cute. “Cole, I’ve like you for. . .for a really long time.” He confesses. I froze. “C–Cole?”
“I’ve liked you for a while too.” I say back. “But, why are you still dating. . .” I shudder, “Elisa?” I could have thrown up saying that bitches name.
“It’s a long story.” Patrick breathes out. I nod in understanding as he pulls me into a hug. “Come on, let’s go back inside.” I follow him back inside and we join the others.

Notes

Long chapter I guess. . .but I finally uploaded the first chapter =}