Save Me From Myself

*Alyssa's point of view *

I woke in the arms of the beautiful blue eyed man with tattooed ivory flesh and raven hair. His muscular limbs loosely wrapped around me. I look up at his sleeping face, at its peaceful rest. He looked even more handsome when he didn't seemed stressed by something. It just makes me want to plant a kiss on his cute little cheek but since he made me watch Ju-on last night, screw it. I slap his pale cheek causing him to sputter awake.

He rubbed his now red cheek with the free hand that I wasn't already laying on."Really, Ally? Was that really necessary? Seriously? " He groans. He notices me giggling then laughs along with me. " You're an ass but damn, who can mad at such a cutie like you?" He pecks my forehead, I blush a little then move so he can retrieve his arm so he's able to sit up. When did he get shirtless is my question but shit when you got a back like Andy Biersack's. Who cares? It was chiseled in just the right ways. How the hell is someone this handsome? He stretches out his arms with a loud yawn then looks back to me with a smile, "Wanna get breakfast? There's a local Dennys that delivers." I agree to the idea. We order two grand slams and extra orders of pancakes.

When the delivery boy arrives, I pay the kid and hand over the food to Andy. Before I close the door, I notice a envelope taped to the door. Labeled 'To Ally. From Mitch.' I take the envelope from the wood then open it then remove the paper from the envelope, unfolding it.

' dear Alyssa,
I knew you'd be at his house. I know you, Ally. You're my best friend. My first love. How I confessed my love to you was inappropriate. I shouldn't have been drunk. I wanted to tell you under better circumstances. I love you, Ally. I want to be with you, but I know I won't get anywhere being a drunk. I'm going to change for you. I've joined AA meetings. I'm going to go to therapy for my addiction. I'm going to do this the few weeks before tour. I'm going to come back a changed man. I swear to you. I mean it. I love you and by god I'm going to fight for you. You don't have to love me but I just want you to promise me one day when I get back. I'll prove to you I've changed. Please. I'll see you when I get back. I love you. Be safe.
Xoxo,
Mitchell.'

I giggle a little at his sign off. Andy snatches the letter from my hand, he must have realized it was from Mitch. He scans over it. "Bullshit. " he scoffs ventas is the letter aside on the messy coffee table.

I giggle a little at his sign off. Andy snatches the letter from my hand, he must have realized it was from Mitch. He scans over it. "Bullshit. " he scoffs ventas is the letter aside on the messy coffee table.

"It's not bullshit, biersack. He doesn't lie about getting help." I snap grabbing the letter from the littered coffee table.

"Ally, don't be so naïve," Andy groans, "Seriously. I know you're stupid. He's not going to change. He's only saying that to get in your pants."

I strip from the borrowed shit and chucked it at Andy's chest. " Screw you, Biersack!" I barked putting on the clothes on from the previous night. "I barely know you l don't have to take your shit!" I flip him the bird and storm out the house, slamming the door behind me, causing a thunderous boom and a glass from the crash the floor, presumably sprinkling glass over the wood flooring.

Andy rushes out as I'm starting the car, calling out for me to come back, he gets to my window before I'm able to drive away. "Ally, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that! I just really like you and really jealous of Mitch cause I know you like him way more than you like me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said." The look in his eyes read of sincerity. "Please come inside. Breakfast is getting cold. "
He leans in closer through the window with an adorable little grin. I don't know what came over me but I pressed my lips to his. He doesn't kiss back for a moment but then quickly returns the movement. He cups my head, deepening the kiss. I can't do this. This is too much. I pull away from him, staring up at his hopeful eyes but all that fades from his face as I change gears and speed off.

I push the speed limit all the way back to the cheap motel the label was providing me.I'd luckily be alone in the room, the other members had family and friends in the area. I cut the engine and rushed to the motel door. I fumble with my room key, with shaky hands I unlock the door and rush inside. I close it behind me then drop to my knees. I held my head and lean down, pressing it down to the ragged carpet. My throat seized, painfully warning me of the upcoming tears. They soon can fall down my cheeks and to the carpet, leaving small wet spots behind. My body stayed in this position for hours, even when the tears stopped. My body felt numb. I stood on wobbly legs, my stomach twisted and acid tickled my throat. I run to the bathroom and collapse on the tile floor in front of the toilet. I had digested everything ingested yesterday. So only acidic bile spewed from my stomach here it is soo late on the bathroom floor, panting, taking each painful breath. I have had a panic attack that bad since high school. Jesus Christ. Memories of today rush back to me. The letter and the fight. Tears began to roll down my cheeks again.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Alyssa! It's me, Derik. Let me in!" my bandmate called out to me. I stumble to my feet and so we walked to the door and open it slowly. The dread head guitarist wrapped his arms tight around me. Running a loud Yelp for me due to the league rags sanitary of my stomach. He quickly pulled away and apologized. "Sorry! What happened? That biersack guy found me saying you're very emotional and to check on you. He said you were mad at him so that's why he didn't come here." He closes the door behind him and leads me over to the bed. He sits down then pulls me on to his lap, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. As usual treating me like a child. "Alright. Tell papa Derik what happened."

I start from the beginning of this whole situation, "Mitch my old friend, he got jealous of me hanging out with Andy, the lead of Black Veil Brides. We got into a fight and he flipped shit then confessed he loved me drunk. Then I went to Andy's cause I needed someone to talk to and he was the first who came to mind. I spent the night, I find a letter on Andy's door from Mitch. He was telling me how he's going to AA for his alcoholism. Andy called bullshit. We had a fight, I kissed him. Came back her, panic attack, then puke." I sigh and come to a realization. "I gotta leave town. I have to. I can't stay here any more. I need the next few weeks to myself. I want to stay in San Francisco. Explore, calm down. It's a few hours there and l should have enough money to put myself up at a hotel."

"Shit. Speaking of money." Derik pulls out an envelope from his front pocket and handed it to me. "That Andy guy wanted me to give this to you. It's $8,000. He knows the label put you up in a shit motel room and he wants you in a nice hotel room with extra money to spend for food and clothes. He says it's a check."

I pull the slip of paper from the envelope to reveal that Derik was telling me the truth. I stare in complete shock at the check Andy had given me. "This is insane. He's insane. He barely knows me and is giving me 8 grand. Does he have money he can just toss about? Jesus Christ. Derik. Can you tell the guy, Mitch, and Andy that I left town. Don't tell anyone where I am. You're my most trusted friend." I wrap my arms around his neck, he returns the hug.

" I promise I won't say anything about where you are but if you don't come back the day tour starts, I'm calling the police." Derik warns.

I laugh and give him another squeeze, "I'll be back. I mean it." I hold out my pinky to him , "Pinky swear." We intertwine pinkies. I hop off Derik's lap then grabbed my still fully packed suit case for I haven't been in this room for more than a day and a half. " Check me out of this motel. Tell everyone my phones off, only you can call." I lean down and kiss Derik's forehead with a smile, "I'll see you, Derik." And with that I was out the door and on my way to San Francisco. Time to clear my mind.

Notes

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