An Alan Ashby Fanfiction
Chapter Forty-Nine
Two weeks later.
It’s been two weeks since Jared tried to rape and kill me and I’m still not sleeping. I have gotten probably about 2 hours of sleep in two weeks, and when I do sleep, all I see is Jared’s face hovering over mine; telling me how he is going to come back and find me and finish what he started. Which is ridiculous because Jared got 60 years in prison so I won’t be seeing him anytime soon.
Since that night, Austin hired an assistant tour manager to help me out with their shows and whatnot; I liked her, her name was Mary and she was nice to me, she didn’t ask me if I was okay constantly, like the boys were. Especially Pierce The Veil, Black Veil Brides and Jeffree. I had seen them all multiple times in the past two weeks and only now have they kind of stopped asking me if I was ok every thirty seconds. But it was nice to see how much all the boys care about me and asked how I was, although I have never told them how I really feel. I just slapped on a fake smile and told them I was doing better now that Jared was in jail. But in truth, it felt like I was dead inside, I couldn’t feel anything emotionally. I hated myself for what happened to me, it was my fault.
At night, when Austin, Alan, Aaron, Phil and Tino were asleep, voices in my head were telling me that maybe if I didn’t wear skirts, shorts or low cut shirts whilst Jared was on the tour this wouldn’t have happened. But, but a girl should be able to wear what she wants right? I always tried justifying myself to the voices, which would result in a big argument with the voices and then I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep. This has happened every night since Jared tried to rape me.
“You got the microphones?” Mary asked, breaking my train of thought.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” I replied back to her as I started running back to the stage where Of Mice And Men had just played 2 hours ago.
As I grabbed the microphones and dragged them off the stage, I noticed just how dark it had gotten. I started to walk faster, trying to get back to the bus quicker. As I was power walking through the festival grounds, I heard a twig snap somewhere behind me. I froze before realizing I needed to run. I gripped the microphones and ran as fast as I could until I was surrounded by tour buses then I stopped and turned around, ready to face whoever was chasing me.
No one. Nothing. There was nothing behind me. Maybe I was going crazy and I was hearing things? I walked over to Mary and handed her the microphones, she took one look at me and told me she would finish packing everything up and that I should go inside the bus and rest. Which I did, after I thanked her a hundred times.
I walked straight into my bedroom and changed into my pyjamas. It was 8pm and the bus would be leaving San Diego, where OMAM had just played, for Huntington Bay, California in one hour. Huntington Bay was the last place the boys were playing. The had left Huntington Bay for last as we all live there, so after the show we could just pack up and go straight home.
I laid down on my bed and fell asleep within minutes.
I woke up, tied down to my bed, wearing my underwear with my pyjamas cut open down the middle. I struggled against my restraints and called out for Alan.
“No one can hear you.” Jared grinned as he stepped out of the shadows, naked. I screamed as he tore my underwear off and placed himself at my entrance. Jared slammed into me several times, as I just laid there with my head to the side, tears falling down my face as I prayed for death.
I woke up in my room;
“It was just a dream” I thought to myself as I checked my pyjama’s for any rips. Nothing. It was just a nightmare. I looked at the clock on the bedside table; 4am. The time was now correct as we had fixed it yesterday morning. Alan was in the bed beside me so I assumed that all the boys were asleep. I got out of bed quietly and went to have a shower.
Whilst I was in the shower, I let my tears fall freely. Allowing them to mix with the shower water. Once I had finished my shower, I stepped out in front of the mirror and patted my face dry. I couldn’t help but remember that at the start of the tour I had just looked extremely exhausted and panicky. Now, the end of the tour, I was pale, my face was sunken and my eyes hollow. I looked ten thousand times worse.
I dried my hair and my body as I dressed in new pyjamas and headed back to bed; where I fell into a deep sleep.
It’s been two weeks since Jared tried to rape and kill me and I’m still not sleeping. I have gotten probably about 2 hours of sleep in two weeks, and when I do sleep, all I see is Jared’s face hovering over mine; telling me how he is going to come back and find me and finish what he started. Which is ridiculous because Jared got 60 years in prison so I won’t be seeing him anytime soon.
Since that night, Austin hired an assistant tour manager to help me out with their shows and whatnot; I liked her, her name was Mary and she was nice to me, she didn’t ask me if I was okay constantly, like the boys were. Especially Pierce The Veil, Black Veil Brides and Jeffree. I had seen them all multiple times in the past two weeks and only now have they kind of stopped asking me if I was ok every thirty seconds. But it was nice to see how much all the boys care about me and asked how I was, although I have never told them how I really feel. I just slapped on a fake smile and told them I was doing better now that Jared was in jail. But in truth, it felt like I was dead inside, I couldn’t feel anything emotionally. I hated myself for what happened to me, it was my fault.
At night, when Austin, Alan, Aaron, Phil and Tino were asleep, voices in my head were telling me that maybe if I didn’t wear skirts, shorts or low cut shirts whilst Jared was on the tour this wouldn’t have happened. But, but a girl should be able to wear what she wants right? I always tried justifying myself to the voices, which would result in a big argument with the voices and then I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep. This has happened every night since Jared tried to rape me.
“You got the microphones?” Mary asked, breaking my train of thought.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” I replied back to her as I started running back to the stage where Of Mice And Men had just played 2 hours ago.
As I grabbed the microphones and dragged them off the stage, I noticed just how dark it had gotten. I started to walk faster, trying to get back to the bus quicker. As I was power walking through the festival grounds, I heard a twig snap somewhere behind me. I froze before realizing I needed to run. I gripped the microphones and ran as fast as I could until I was surrounded by tour buses then I stopped and turned around, ready to face whoever was chasing me.
No one. Nothing. There was nothing behind me. Maybe I was going crazy and I was hearing things? I walked over to Mary and handed her the microphones, she took one look at me and told me she would finish packing everything up and that I should go inside the bus and rest. Which I did, after I thanked her a hundred times.
I walked straight into my bedroom and changed into my pyjamas. It was 8pm and the bus would be leaving San Diego, where OMAM had just played, for Huntington Bay, California in one hour. Huntington Bay was the last place the boys were playing. The had left Huntington Bay for last as we all live there, so after the show we could just pack up and go straight home.
I laid down on my bed and fell asleep within minutes.
I woke up, tied down to my bed, wearing my underwear with my pyjamas cut open down the middle. I struggled against my restraints and called out for Alan.
“No one can hear you.” Jared grinned as he stepped out of the shadows, naked. I screamed as he tore my underwear off and placed himself at my entrance. Jared slammed into me several times, as I just laid there with my head to the side, tears falling down my face as I prayed for death.
I woke up in my room;
“It was just a dream” I thought to myself as I checked my pyjama’s for any rips. Nothing. It was just a nightmare. I looked at the clock on the bedside table; 4am. The time was now correct as we had fixed it yesterday morning. Alan was in the bed beside me so I assumed that all the boys were asleep. I got out of bed quietly and went to have a shower.
Whilst I was in the shower, I let my tears fall freely. Allowing them to mix with the shower water. Once I had finished my shower, I stepped out in front of the mirror and patted my face dry. I couldn’t help but remember that at the start of the tour I had just looked extremely exhausted and panicky. Now, the end of the tour, I was pale, my face was sunken and my eyes hollow. I looked ten thousand times worse.
I dried my hair and my body as I dressed in new pyjamas and headed back to bed; where I fell into a deep sleep.
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Well then, this makes me very happy to report - The sequel is up! Enjoy :D xx
2/13/14