I'm a Loaded Gun

I could feel a soft warm against my body as I began to wake up. I felt the silky sheets in my hand that covered my body. I was laying on something. Rather, someone. I felt a hand resting on my skin on my side. I opened my eyes very slowly, realizing I was laying with my head on Andy's chest near his collar bone. I could see his tattoos that adorned most of his bare chest. I saw my left hand was on the middle of his chest. He suddenly shifted and yawned. I let out a quiet whimper as I readjusted my back on the bed.

His arm tightened around me and he pulled me more into his side. He pulled in a deep breath, "Good morning". My god his voice was sexy when he was tired.

"Good morning," I mumbled back. I couldn't help but yawn too. I slowly sat up, unwrapping myself from Andy. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and closed my eyes as I stretched my arms up and popped my back.

"Shit..." I heard Andy whisper. My eyes opened and turned my position to face Andy. "Reya..." he sat up, eyes open and face looking shocked. He motioned with his hand for me to come closer. He reached out and turned the light switch up. I looked down as he placed his hands on my hips. The bruises had gotten worse...much worse. What had been green and yellow yesterday were now deep brown. What had been lightly purple was now black and blue. I suddenly realized just how stiff and aching they were. I felt like I had been hit by a bus or a freight train.

"Ow..." I whispered.

"Yeah...ow." he whispered back. "Why don't we get you some clothes to cover this up? And some ibuprofen to get rid of some of the swelling." I nodded in response. He got off the bed and headed to the front of the bus. He came back with my jeans from last night and a mid arm length sleeved shirt. "Here, I'll leave so you can change. Do you want some water? Or something else to drink?"

"Um...sweet tea?"

"Sure." he left the room, closing the door behind him. I slowly pulled off the shorts, now extremely aware of the pain. As delicately as possible, I slipped into my black skinny jeans and the red slim fit t shirt. It had a large gothic graphic on it. It hugged my body. Well, he knew my style. The long sleeves made it impossible to see the bruises on my upper arms. The bruises on my neck could be seen, but I pulled my hair down to cover it. I opened the door and continued through the bunks to the kitchen and living room area on the front. Andy was pouring some sweet tea from a bottle into a glass. "Hey, here's this and I'll grab some ibuprofen," he said as he handed me the glass. He open a small cabinet above the sink and pulled down a huge bottle of ibuprofen. I eyed it questionably. "Trust me, when we get a wild party, hang overs are expected, and we are prepared!" he laughed. I smiled. I glanced over to see Sammi, who was hesitantly smiling at me from the table across the small room of the bus. She still looked concerned. Andy poured two pills into my hand. I quickly guzzled them down.

"I probably need to get back to my bus. They're probably wondering where I am," I said quietly. Sammi stood up and gave me a quick hug as I walked past her to the door. Andy grabbed the shirt sitting on the counter and threw it on as he followed me. I opened the door, squinting with the bright sun that blinded me. I stepped onto the grass and glanced around. The guards had been swapped out at my bus. They sat next to the door on either side of it. I have them a hesitant smile as I approached. I stopped and turned to Andy. "I'll be OK for awhile. I know you have stuff you need to organize for today's performance. I'm gonna chill here until we perform. I'll make sure to have a guard with me. Thanks again."

He smiled back and turned back to his bus.

I opened the door and stepped in to our much less extravagant bus. No one was awake yet, even though it was eleven. Allie and her bf were asleep on the couch, Tyler asleep on the floor next to a controller, and Dylan was passed out in the recliner chair. I opened the curtain to the bus to see Ashley and Siren asleep with a sheet over them. God I hope they still have clothing on. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the bunk area and grabbed my bathroom bag. I walked into the small bathroom and hung the bag on the hook. I pulled out my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and brush. I pulled off my clothes and turned on the shower. I closed the glass door and let the warm water spill over me. It stung as it cascaded over the bruises. I washed my hair and conditioned it. I scrubbed my body with the warm vanilla and brown sugar body wash. I wouldn't be able to rid myself of these bruises. I need ice... I turned off the shower and dried off. I swapped my black jeans for a pair of light grey ones and put the red shirt back on. I took extra time, straightening my hair and combing it till it was soft as silk without one knot in it. I applied my make up with extra care as well, making myself extremely confident. I put my large cross earrings and feathers back in my piercings. I took one final look in the mirror, pleased with my reflection. I packed up my stuff and left the bathroom. It was twelve thirty by the time I left the bathroom and everyone was beginning to get up. Siren was up and she told me she would be taking the bathroom for next two hours so she could touch up her hair color. I didn't understand why, seeings she's a beautiful blonde. Probably adding more light highlights again. Ashley had already left to return to his bus. Allie and Blake were eating cereal at the table. Tyler and Dylan had gotten changed into clothes to perform in and finally done their hair, since both have long hair. Everyone was up and ready within an hour. Siren finally stepped out of the bathroom, beaming with a smile. Her blonde hair was now blonde with red streaks running in fades through it. It looked so cool. Her bangs were red too.

"SOOO what you you think?! " she squeaked.

"It looks awesome Siren." I said. She jumped up and down once and then turned really fast , showing off the red streaks. We all left the bus together, packing in two golf carts with security guards. They chaperoned us to the stage. I grabbed the mic and saw Andy standing on the other side. This was the second and last performance with BVB. He was speaking with his tour manager. Both were continually nodding their heads and conversing back and forth. My band ran on the stage. I walked out behind them.

"Hello, St. Louis!!!! Whos ready get this party fucking started?!" I yelled into the mic. We switched up the set list for tonight. Our opening song was "Thnks fr th memories" by fall out boy. The stage was electric and every song we sang the crowd loved. By the end they started chanting "encore!". I looked back at siren, she knew the song I was thinking, the one original we write together. She huddled the rest of the band. I looked out in the crowd. "If you insist guys. This is a song our amazing guitarist Siren Campbell and I wrote. She composed all of the music and I wrote the lyrics. This song is called...Hollow!" The lyrics were exactly what I had read to Andy the night before. I wrote the song my freshman year. The band jammed through it flawlessly, even though they didn't know it other than Siren, but it stayed together.

"Tonight, as I lie awake with these shattered remains, I feel life. The blood and tears have been shed from these veins, and with every word I swallow these hollow lies. But, how can truth and love set me free? I've been torn, and ruined, shattered as I can be." I looked at Siren as we started the chorus. "But set me freeee, tonight! bring this hollow shell back to life. Give me wings, give me flight, and save me from this night. I'm hollow, hollow, hollooooow. I'm hollow!" I can't explain the rush. I had from singing my own lyrics, personal feelings, to a crowd, and they love it. We finished the song. "Now, please help us welcome, The...Black. Veil. BRIDES!!" I ran off the side of the stage and Andy stepped on.

They began their set with the Call to Arms and then singing We Stitch These Wounds. Andy looked off stage at me when he sang "and stitch these wounds with me tonight." I walked down the stairs hidden off the side of the stage. I walked round the side of the fence and entered the back of the crowd. The guys were infectious on the stage, the crowd was going crazy I admired Andy's ease on the stage. He was so confident and energetic. I'd have to ask him for some tips.

Suddenly I was jerked sideways and turned around. I went to scream but a large hand covered my mouth. I stared into both men's eyes, terror present in mine. Both were smiling demonically.

"Well babe, since we didn't get our time last night, maybe you'll make time for me today," he said as he pushed me up against a backstage wall.

I wanted to scream, my body trembling, and my hands rolled into fists at my sides. He leaned forward and placed his lips on my cheek. I clenched my fist and punched him in the jaw. He turned his head sideways. "You really shouldn't have done that." He brought his hand up, contacting my face. "Settle down baby. I'll be gentle."

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