Victoria’s point of view

Jared led me behind a stage, conveniently the furthest one away from the tour buses, I sarcastically thought to myself. Jared released my waist and pushed me against the back of the stage and turned away from me, pacing furiously. I’m glad that I was leaning against the back of the stage, which was like a huge wall, as it was keeping me from crumbling to my knees.
“So, I have to hear that you’re going behind my back and fucking Alan fucking Ashby?!” Jared roared.
“What? Jared I am not having sex with Alan!” I tried to make my voice sound controlled, but it came out more of a frantic squeal.
“Don’t LIE to me!” Jared’s face was turning red, “The boys told me everything!”
I pushed myself up against the wall, wishing it would just swallow me whole.
“How could you HUMILIATE me like that?!” His right fist made contact with the wall, a few inches away from my face. I looked at his fist which had disappeared into the wall from the force. I turned to look at Jared, who was now a couple of centimetres away from my face.
“You fucking slut.” He whispered, his voice dripping with acid. “He doesn’t want you, you are worthless. You’re just the entertainment. As soon as this tour ends he will forget your name and you will be left with no one. No one. But. Me.” Jared leaned in closer towards me and kissed me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tried pushing Jared away but he grabbed both my wrists in one hand and held them above my head. I tried kicking Jared with my legs but unfortunately I was frozen in place, I couldn’t move. I was paralysed with fear. After what seemed like forever Jared finished the kiss and released me. I fell to the floor, and laid with my whole body on the grass with my eyes squeezed shut, day dreaming that I wasn’t actually here but on a holiday in La La Land. Before my imaginary self could take a sip of her Vodka Sunrise, I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I opened my eyes in pain and saw Jared pulling his leg back, getting ready to kick me again. After the second kick I closed my eyes and waited for the third one. Which thankfully didn’t happen. I opened my eyes to see Jared kneeling down next to me. He used my hair to pull me into a sitting position; I cried out in pain, holding my ribs with my right hand as my left arm hung lazily from my shoulder from the pain of it being yanked by Jared when he pulled me off of the bus.
“Ever speak of this experience to anyone, and I will find you and finish you for good.” He growled softly before getting up to walk away.
I leaned against the wall of the stage, holding my ribs. By the pain I could tell that a few of them were broken. I was leaning on the stage for what seemed like forever, by now it was pitch black and I decided that I should head back to the tour bus. I winced with pain as I stood myself up and started walking back to the tour bus.

Notes

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