Rose's POV:

"What the fuck? Dahvie! Fucking let Rose go!" Andy shouted.

Dahvie, apparently stunned by Andy's sudden appearance, slackened his hold on me slightly, only to tighten it once again, and pull me away. He must be pretty wasted, since Andy's glare is practically burning holes through Dahvie's soul right about now.

Andy shoves Dahvie away from me, and wraps an arm protectively around my shoulders, shielding my partially naked body from Dahvie's drunken gaze. I burry my head in Andy's shoulder, trying my best to muffle my sobs, but Andy hears, and flashes me a pained look.

If I wasn't crying right now, I feel like Andy would do some serious damage to Dahvie, but it's not entirely his fault, he's drunk. I can't believe I'm defending my almost rapist, my life has really come full circle.

Andy pulls out his phone and glowers at Dahvie as he angrily talks into the phone. "Hey Jayy? Yeah, can you come and get your fucking band member? He just fucking tried to rape Rose. Yeah, yeah, I know. Just hurry here before I bash his face."

I whimper as the cool air hits my bare body, and snuggle even more into Andy's comforting side. He sighs and offers me a sad smile, before ushering me into the BVB bus.

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Andy hands me a cup of tea, and I take it gratefully. Andy offered to take me back to the MIW bus, but honestly I'm too afraid of being left alone again.

I'm wearing a pair of Andy's sweats and one of his t-shirts, something I haven't done in so long. I can tell Andy feels angry and a little remorseful, seeing me in his clothes, something I used to do on a regular basis, but this is an exception.

"Thank you," I say quietly, breaking the silence.

Andy moves across the room so he is sitting beside me, and he turns my body so I am facing him. Using his index finger he lifts my chin slightly, forcing our gazes to meet.

"Rose, you have absolutely nothing to thank me for. Our apologize for. I would save you in a heartbeat. But, why were you alone?"

I sigh and set my mug down, "I stayed back while Motionless was performing. Chris hasn't really wanted anything to do with me for awhile," I say, tears spilling from my eyes once again.

Andy brings me into his arms and hugs me tightly, letting my cry into his chest. "Shh, it's okay. He doesn't deserve you. What boyfriend would abandon his girlfriend like that?"

I don't respond, and my mind travels to Chris and the band. They're probably back at the bus by now, wasted most likely. Leaving another mess for me to clean up. I wish I had never agreed to come on this tour.

Andy's phone starts ringing, making me jump. He sighs, and answers. "What?" He snaps, "she's here. Because you fucking weren't. I'm not trying anything, bro, but, she just really needs you now. Alright, see you in a few."

"Chris is coming to get you," Andy explains softly, wiping away my tears.

I nod just as the bus door bursts open, and Chris appears. His eyes widen at my tear-stained face and he engulfs me in his arms. I burry my head in his shoulder and sob, Chris soothing me quietly.,

Notes

Andy rescued her! And then Chris did!

wonder what's going on with Chris??