The No Names (PTV/SWS/OM&M + more)

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Mike

It's Dezi. The girl that Austin, Kellin, Vic and I all bullied in high school. Everybody bullied her for no reason and I was no exception. She just annoyed me and she was so timid and ugh, she was the worst. She moved away from us in the middle of Sophmore year and a week later her dad went to jail on drug, abuse and prostitute charges.

Dezi

After I see my life long enemies, I decide a need a minute. I pull Oli aside into the room Jesse and I shared, and started freaking out.

"It's so different here. I miss everybody. My mom, Jax, my old home...everything is so mush worse than Sheffield! Plus this town brings back memories and I hate them! Can we find me a hotel? I'm begging you Oli." I gush out, hyperventilating.

"Woah Dezi, let's take a walk to our special place, huh? You miss them let's go visit." Oli comforts me. I nod, wiping my tears and grabbing Jesse, walking out the door. I need to tell them.

"Where are you going? Y'all just got here." Mike smirks. Vic sees my tears, and tells Mike to shut up, as I storm out the door. I walk down the road, looking for San Diego High School, from there I walk 10 blocks to the cemetery, only Oli knew my mom died. TNN had brushed up on the topic, but we try to ignore it. I run through the cemetery til I reach the willow tree we planted when my mum and brother died. Their gravestone was very expensive and was almost as beautiful as my mother herself. I run to it and collapse down in a pile of tears. My body shakes as I cry, and I feel Oli touch my back, then I turn around and hug him tightly.

"I'll be at the park, assuming you want some alone time with your mum and Jax." I nod, not making a peep as he walk over to the swings. I begin crying, beginning to regain control.

"Dad's gone. I left a while ago, I am sorry I haven't visited. If I can afford it I will stop here every year until I die. Dad was really mean, I didn't like him much, he hit me and the kids at school didn't help. I am so sorry I never visited, I never had the courage to visit you. And dad always made it seem like my fault, I could never face you. But that bitchit locked up for hitting me every day and making me even more depressed. There were four kids who were the worst at school; Kellin, Austin, Vic and Mike. I ran into Vic and Mike today, I don't know if I can stand being on tour with their band, did I mention that I am in a band? My friend Jesse and I started it two years ago and we have two albums out, and I am back in the states for the tour. I guess all in all, I miss y'all a lot, but I am doing okay. I miss y'all. Before I go back to the states I'll come back. I'm sorry you took the bullet for me, and Jax it isn't your fault." I whisper. I let another tear fall and then I go to Twitter. I took a selfie with my puffy eyes and captioned it "Big red puffy eyes but I'm still smiling :) Miss you Mami, love you Jax" I hit post and turned my phone off, getting up from the grave. I then see none other than the Austin Carlile sitting by the grave next to me.

"Cute speech." He smirks.

"Get away." I say sincerely, walking angrily towards Oli. I plop down on my swing next to Oli, and hug him tightly, holding back the last few tears I can possibly muster.

"We should probably head back." Oli says, stroking my hair.

"I can't. I can't do it." I whisper, and let me remind you Oli has no idea what I'm talking about.

"Don't worry, you can meet some more of my American friends. There is of course Austin, Kellin and their bands." Oli 'comforts' ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

"No. No fucking way. No god no." I yell at Oli.

"Wait what?" He asks.

"In middle through high school, when my dad was beginning to be abusive towards my mom, brother and I, four boys decided that I was their target of bullying. They hit kicked and punched me, only for me to get home and see my mother being hit kicked and punched, and if Jax or I cried we would get hurt too. They tormented me and I went through a short phase of self harm. Then one day they followed me home from school, this was after my mother died, along with Jax. And I was the only one who my father could discipline, lets say. They saw my dad hitting me and before they could tell the whole school, the next day I flew to Sheffield, where you and Matty K. found me. Their names were Vic, Mike, Austin and Kellin." I say, letting the few tears fall silently.

"What - no way- must be a mistake- they would never do that. Your dad hit you? No way." Oli says in a state of shock. I lift down my neckline on my shirt and show him three circle dots on my collarbone. Two from Mike, one from my Dad. Try me Oli.

"I am not sharing a bus with them."

"You have to, it is too late." Oli says sadly.

"I don't know....can we at least get a hotel for tonight?" I plead.

"They would think you know." Oli says.

"Mike knows." I reply. He sighs, not knowing what to do.

"Try to stick it out, maybe you can share a bus with us, I don't know." Oli says, clearly frustrated.

"I- I'm sorry. I never m-meant to get inbetween y-you and your american friends-s." I whisper.

"Dezi it's not that..." Oli tries to convince me.

"I-It's fine. I'm gonna head back." I whisper, storming past Oli, saying one last goodbye to my mother and brother, then walk back to the nieghborhood, getting lost. I get a text from Jesse

J- The party is starting! Where the fuck are you?!

D- I am lost in their nieghborhood haha, I'll be there soon <3 just visiting some people...you know...

J- Oh shit! I forgot! Their address is 176 Atwood lane. Gtg see you soon.

D- Yup :)

I shut off my phone and put it on google maps. I am walking when a black Ford truck pulls up.

"Looks like you might need a ride." It was Mike.

"Nah, I-I'm fine." I reply, and continue to walk.

"You are walking away from SDHS, you haven't been here in a while, huh?" Austin asks, who is in the passenger seat.

"Please, just stop." I whisper.

"You are going to be late to your own welcome party, just get in." Mike snarls. I jump at his sudden mood change, and scurry into the back of the truck.

"So, cemetery huh?" Mike teases.

"Don't. I was a pushover in high school, you guys made me feel worthless. I was visiting my dead mum and brother, not like you care. You both have nice parents to go home to, I went home in fear of being killed in the own hands of my father. Your parents were rich, I had to steal fucking ramen because my father spent money on drugs and alcohol and prostitutes. So don't try to tease me about my part life when you had no fucking clue why I was depressed. I saw my brother get shot in the fucking head, and my mom saved my life, taking the bullet for herself! That was ten years ago today, I was a day past 12 years old when this all happened. Now speed the fuck up or I will not give two shits about being late and I will jump out of this moving car, not like I haven't done it before." I yell, looking out of the window, the rest of the car ride was silent.