The Devil in the Mirror

Rose's POV:

*time skip to touring*

Usually, I loved every aspect of tour. The late nights, the constant partying, the screaming crowds, and most of all, the fabulous music. However this tour, I hated every aspect of it, and wanted nothing more than for it to end.

Maybe my new self, my post Andy self, simply despised the fact that he was near me, basically at all times, which only seemed to make my conflicting emotions more conflicted. It was like having two wars in my own head: a civil war, where my emotions towards Andy were constantly battling, and then there was the ultimate war between Chris and Andy. Whom I held my true feelings for was a secret even I didn't know yet, one that was buried deep inside me, a place where I hadn't gone since, well, since Andy.

It also didn't help that Chris seemed to disappear more and more each day, and drank even more. Granted, he didn't drink before, but this was serious, and a tad worrisome. He would show up at the bus early in the morning, drunk like a sailor and the following morning he'd wake with the inevitable hangover. He stopped talking to me about important issues, and basically just kept his distance.

I felt incredibly alone while on the bus, with no females to talk to, (the closest I had was Ricky, but even he wouldn't cry with me over The Fault in our Stars, my new go to breakup movie), and BVB, while insistent that I was welcome anytime, just seemed... Off? Maybe because I was no longer dating the lead singer, and was hence no longer welcome.

We Were a week into tour, which may not seem too long, but was killing me in my isolation. Motionless had a show and BVB already performed, so I was once again, stranded alone in the empty bus.

It it was dark outside, maybe a little past 10pm, and Motionless' show would be coming to an end soon. I was holed up in the back lounge, laptop propped up on my knees, and headphones dangling from my ears, where the familiar sounds of "City Lights" played. That has to be my all time favourite Motionless in White song, even though Chris claims to hate it. It's just do emotional, and honest, so loving, even though the lyrics are melancholic. I love the sound of Chris' voice as he sings softly, something he hasn't done in awhile to me.

Growing annoed with my pathetic boredom and attatchment to my boyfriend, I pull out my phone and text Jayy. Blood on the Dance Floor is a actually in Vegas also, a separate tour of course, but here nonetheless.

I quickly ask Jayy if he wants to come over and chill, or maybe hit the streets of Vegas with me. Which we can't really do, since I'm underage, but he'll cheer me up either way.

When he doesn't respond, I set my phone down and rub my temples. I shut off my laptop and decide to turn in for the night, considering I don't think Jayy will respond anytime soon.

I pull on my pj's and settle into Chris' bunk, breathing in the scent of him on his pillow, I snuggle up and begin to drift off to sleep. That is until a loud noise sounds from the front of the bus, but I shrug it off, expecting it to simply be the guys coming back for the show. Although I didn't expect them this early, since they usually like to party and celebrate after. So, who could it be?

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly jump out of the bunk and creepy towards the front lounge. Standing alone in the darkness is Dahvie from Blood on the Dance Floor.

I relax a little at the sight of him, but then my pulse quickens when I notice the bloodshot eyes, and him stumbling around.

"Dahvie?" I squeek, "what are you doing here? Are you drunk? Or high?"

"What's it to youu?" He slurs, "stop being a fucking bitch all the time!"

I jump slightly as he shouts and a wicked gri takes over his face, and he slowly approaches me, tripping over obstacles in his path. I am frozen with fear and astonishment as he gets to me, and places his hands on my forearms, holding them down aggressively.

Suddenly coming to my senses, i squirm under his grip and attempt to remove his hold but no such luck.

"Dahvie, let me go." I say slowly, testing his patience.

"Did I fucking tell you you could talk? Fucking no, that's right!" He shouts, and raises his palm to slap me.

The stinging sensation is horrible and consumes my senses as I am knocked backward, my hand instinctively coming up to soothe the searing flesh.

"Dahvie! Stop! Please! You don't know what you're doing!" I beg as he saunters over.

I make a mad dash to the back lounge but he's faster. He grips my hips, digging his fingers into my sides making me yelp.

"You're not going anywhere, you slut," he growls.

Before I can stop him, his lips are on mine, harshly shoving his tongue into my mouth and I cringe when I feel him harden against my thigh. He sloppily kisses down my neck, sucking harshly on my skin, leaving ugly bruises in his wake. I struggle to free myself, which only earns me more slaps.

When his hands go to yank down my pyjama pants, fear grips my heart. I don't want this to happen to me, why me? Haven't i suffered enough?

Dahvie then palms my breasts through my tank top, roughly kneading them and I flinch away from the unpleasant contact. He continues kissing me and manages to pull my shirt off, leaving me clad in only my bra and panties.

Dahvie pulls away for a brief second, admiring my half naked body with his twisted mind, but keeps his grip on me stable.

I quickly knee him in the groin and take that opportunity to rush to the back exit. I yank open the door, not caring that I'm basically naked, and rush to the only place I know I'll be safe.

"Please, please please open up!" I scream frantically as i pound on the Black Veil Brides tour bus.

I see movement inside and hope swells in my chest just as an arm locks around my naked waist, pulling me to my captor's chest. I wriggle and shake, trying to desperately free myself.

"What the fuck? Dahvie! Fucking let Rose go!" A new voice growls.

Notes

Welp that was unexpected

so Rose is saved by a mystery stranger??? I wonder who it is??

So has anyone given Hell-Bent a chance?? (My new story, check my last update if you're confused) I'm excited for it, and this story!