“I’m sorry, Vic,” Jaime gasped.
“Get off her,” he repeated. Jaime climbed off of me and turned around as he pulled his jeans on. I tried to cover myself as I put my clothes on but stopped. Vic was close to Jaime and had his fist clenched. He raised his fist. I looked at Mike for help but he shook his head.
“Don’t,” I begged Vic. He looked at me and breathed sharply. Then he started to laugh.
“I can’t believe I almost did that,” he muttered. “Sorry, dude,” he told Jaime.
“What?” Jaime asked weakly.
“It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you, don’t worry,” Vic explained. I tried to hurry to put Jaime’s top and my shorts on and Vic laughed again. “Why you rushing, Lyssa?” he asked loudly.
“Sorry?”
“There can’t be many people on this bus that haven’t seen you like that,” he spat.
“Vic,” I tried. I became conscious of all the people watching. All of PTV, the Sleeping boys, Of Mice, Bring Me and a few from Memphis May Fire I didn’t even know very well.
“Don’t,” he spat.
“Can we get everyone out!” Tony called.
“No! They can stay!” Vic yelled.
“Mike,” I said softly.
“I can’t help you. Not this time, Lyssa,” Mike replied.
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?! That I don’t hear what goes on here!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I nearly cried.
“I’m talking about you fucking all my friends,”
"You do the same! I know you sleep with the band whores!"
"They're my friends, Lyssa! And you've slept with them!" Vic spat.
“I haven’t,”
“Oh, so you didn’t fuck Alan? Oli?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I sobbed.
“You just tripped and landed on top of them?” he hissed. “The thing is, I don’t blame them because its you. You’re a slut, Lyssa. A cold, unforgiving whore!”
“Please,” I begged.
“Shall we tell everyone why you’re really going to England? Why you’re here? Or even why you’ve been kicked out of three schools?”
“Vic, don’t,” Mike finally warned.
“She’s been a whore everywhere she went. And they’ve kicked her out each time. You’re worse than a hooker, at least they get paid!” he yelled. I looked at him and cried harder, he felt nothing but hate for me. “She’s on Warped because its the only way my parents can get rid of her. Her agreement to leave for school in England,”
“Please, Jaime. Mike. Tony,” I tried desperately.
“They don’t care, and neither do I,” Vic shrugged. “Get out!” he ordered to the people behind him. They started walking quickly and I heard the bus door slam. “I don’t want to hear your voice again. The minute we finish tour you’re home and then England,” he said flatly. Then Vic turned away and walked from the back lounge.
“Mike?” I asked.
“I don’t have anything to say. You’ve brought it on yourself, I can’t get you out this time,” he said softly and squeezed my hand quickly before he left us.
“Sorry,” Jaime mouthed and walked away too. I looked at Tony and he smiled politely before he left. I was alone in the back lounge, and completely broken.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Mega drama going on here! What do you think will happen? What will Alyssa do? Is it her fault? What will Vic and Mike do? What about Jaime? :)