Rose's POV:

I was the first to recover from CC's unusual outburst, and quickly shook the others from their daze. I volunteered to talk to him, since obviously he needed to get some things off of his chest, but Andy stopped me, saying that despite what he wanted, I should talk to Chris. So Ash walked me to the Motionless in White bus; I had originally thought to speak with him tomorrow morning, when my thoughts were less scattered, but I really needed to get this off my chest. If I waited any longer, surely I would combust in a series of multicoloured flames, or the more likely option, I would be too scared to see him if I waited. Let's go with the second one.

I was shaking the entire walk there, and considering the buses were like, ten feet apart, it was pretty bad. Ash wrapped an arm around me shoulder, bringing me to his side and hugging me.

"You'll be fine, where's my badass Rosie? Remember when you kicked Andy's ass at Halo, and you made him clean the entire bus by himself? And the time you went against all of us in a game of football, and managed to somehow beat us? I still have no fucking clue how you id that by the way."

I laugh at the memory, and offer him a sassy smirk, "a magician never reveals her secrets."

"Does that mean you'll be dressed in a sexy magician's assistant outfit? Because I have a pretty imaginative imagination..." He trails off, dodging me when I go to smack him.

I scowl, "you have girlfriend you perv."

He sighs happily and stares off into space for a few moments, and I have to practically wave my hands in from of him to shake him out of it. "Yeah, she's great. I really love her Rose, she's the one for me."

I smile and playfully punch him in the chest, "what happened to my creepy, perverted Ashley? You're growing up so fast!" I mock sob, earning a glare from him.

"Fuck off," he grumbles but smiles, clearly thinking of her.

I suck in a breath outside of their tour bus, and Ash hugs me again, "you'll be okay. I can go in with you if you want," when I shake my head he goes on, "and I'll be here if you need me. Shout if you want anything. Good luck Rosie," he kisses my forehead and I go inside.

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The bus is dark when I enter, and the chilling image of a drunken Dahvie approaching me is enough to make my skin crawl. I shudder involuntary, and make my way to the bunks and back lounge. Whispers and thumping can be heard from back there, so I decide that will be my first stop.

When I walk into the lounge, Ricky, Ghost, Balz and Ryan are all scattered across the couches, deep in discussion. The argument appears to be pretty serious and intense, because my presence goes unnoticed until I awkwardly clear my throat.

They all jump and Ricky tackles me, lifting me off the ground as he hugs me tightly. I manage a laugh and he sets me down, inspecting me up and down and stopping at Andy's clothes on my body, and the slight bruise on my makeup streaked face.

Ryan and Balz are the next to look me up an down, frowning at the ugly bruise forming on the right side of my face. Ghost merely pulls me into his arms, and murmurs to me, "I'm glad you're back. I'm so sorry Rose."

I nod, a sob rising in my throat, and I do my best to swallow it, although with my luck, I know it'll surface soon. I just hope I can last until I get back to the BVB bus.

"Are you okay?" Ryan bursts out, asking the question everyone, including myself seem to be wondering.

I exhale sharply, and sit down on one of the couches, Ghost on my left and Ricky on my right, Ryan and Balz occupying the opposite couch. "Where's Chris?" I ask, ignoring the question.

"Sleeping, I think. He came back all upset and emotional, then he just got angry again." Ryan explains, and I nod, expecting something more or less like that.

"I'm alright, I suppose," I laugh sadly, "I mean, how am I supposed to feel right now? I'm sure Chris told you? They don't tell you how to deal with situations like this, nobody does."

The all look at me sadly, their eyes shining with sympathy, and that's exactly what I do not want. I'm not some kicked puppy, just because about an hour ago I was my boyfriend's punching bag doesn't mean I want or deserve their pity. I'm strong, and I can get over this, I will.

"Stop looking at me like that," I snap when no one responds after awhile.

"We're not pitying you, Rosie. We're shocked, and upset that it happened," Balz says with a hint of a smile.

"Did Chris tell you?" I ask, my voice faltering slightly at the memory.

Ricky sighs, but nods. "He was a complete wreck when he showed up, then just got pissed and started throwing and breaking things. I swear, I've never seen him that fucked up before. Then he started rambling about how he 'lost you forever,' and about how he 'fucked everything up'. Basically, he started acting like a even more dramatic version of his usual self," he attempts to joke, but I appetite the gesture nonetheless.

"He said that Davie showed up, wasted, and made a move on you. Then Andy saved you or something like that, and Chris got pissed or some shit like that. Then he accidentally hit you..." Ryan trails off.

I look away and lean my head on Ricky's shoulder, and he hugs me. I can't contain the sobs building inside anymore, and I begin to cry softy on his shoulder. I guess my cries grew unintentionally louder, as a new, tall form stands in the doorway. Chris appears, shirtless, rubbing his tired eyes that have dark circles underneath them, and with his pale complexion, they appear even darker.

"Rosie?" He says softly, his voice cracking at the end.

I lift my head from Ricky's chest and my gaze meets Chris'. Surprise and remorse are lurking in his brown eyes, and seeing him makes me heart rip open again.

"hi," I whisper, my small voice barely audible, "I came back so we could talk. Can we?"

He breathes out, relieved a little, and nods eagerly, "of course we can. We can go to the front of the bus or-"

"we'll go," Ryan interrupts, standing up along with Balz and Ricky, who still holds my trembling form in his arms. Ghost remains seated, his arms crossed over his chest and still in full makeup. He looks a little intimidating dressed in his performing attire.

Ricky squeezes my hand comfortingly and smiles encouragingly, "we'll be in the front lounge if you need anything. Ghost? You coming?"

Ghost shakes his head, and puts an arm protectively around my waist, "I think i should stay, just in case."

The others nod in agreement before retreating to the front of the bus, and Chris turns to me , his expression grief-stricken. "ghost? Could you please give me and Rose some space to talk privately?"

"sorry man, but Rose is my friend too, and you hurt her. I don't blame you, you haven't been in a good state for a bit, but I just was to ensure her safety," Ghost calmly responds.

"Ghost? i'l be okay, could you maybe give Chris and I some time, just to talk? I'll be fine, I promise," I offer him a weak smile and he contemplates it for a second, before complying. He hugs me and goes to join his band members, leaving Chris and I, alone.

Notes

Rose is going to talk to Chris? I wonder what'll happen?
I've read all of your predictions, and while I am impressed with how detailed they are, none of them are correct! Keep guessing, and I'm not going to update again until this story has 30 votes!

Maybe that's unreasonably, but with 34 subscribers, I think we can do it easily!! Plus, I control the story... so I could make some freaky shit happen, and you guys' wouldn't want that now would you? ;)

also, do you guys enjoy the quotes i put with each chapter? I love the one for this chapter, my english teacher is very wise XD