This One's For You (Of Mice & Men Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Delilah's P.O.V

Denver, the next city that Warped Tour was visiting. There wasn't much to it really, just a bunch of buildings and houses. It was a very city-like place as well, which I didn't really like, but sometimes it was nice to be somewhere different. The Warped venue was just like the other one, a massive arena big enough to fit all of the buses, tents, and stages.

When we arrived here however, for once I was actually sleeping in my bunk, which was on the floor and across from Austins. I was shaken awake by Phil, who looked pretty worried. "Hey hey hey, it's okay, don't cry." He cooed, and I touched my face to realise it was wet with tears. Confused, I sat up in my bunk and tried to remember what I was dreaming about. After a few seconds I remembered.

I'd dreamt that Vic had lived with my father, and he had to go through what I went through. I remember being there, but I couldn't do anything when my father had begun to bash Vic, and Vic couldn't do anything about it either. I remember seeing him kill himself, and people crying. I was one of those people, hence the tears.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked me. I shot my head towards him, remembering he was there. I nodded my head slightly and gave him a slight smile. "Better than ever." He patted my shoulder and stood up, then walked out over to the kitchen. Sometimes I wondered why the others cared for me. They didn't know what Austin knew, and I could seriously be faking it all and they wouldn't know about it.

Drying my eyes, I grabbed my phone from the other end of my bunk to check the time. 10am. Austin probably wouldn't be awake for another hour or so, but as soon as my head hit the pillow to try and get some decent sleep, my bunk curtain slowly slid open and Austins face appeared from behind it.

"Hey, Del. I heard you crying, is everything alright?" He whispered, I was guessing so he wouldn't wake up Alan and Tino, who were basically nocturnal. "Everything's fine, just had a bad dream." I smiled at him, but he didn't seem convinced. "You haven't slept much since this tour started, have you?" He asked. I hesitantly shook my head, and Austin crawled into my bunk with me, lying down next to me. His eyes were fixed upon mine and for a few seconds I didn't know what was happening. "Go to sleep." He whispered.

"I can't," I replied. "I'll have nightmares." p

"I'll be right here if that happens. I'm not leaving until you get some good sleep."

"Austin.." I murmured, but said so as my eyes began to droop. The last thing I remembered was Austin shooshing Phil who must've been laughing at something.

This time I dreamt of the man who raped me. I heard his evil laugh echo through my head, but this time, I wasn't the victim. In fact, nobody was getting raped. What was so horrifying was that he had tied up Austin and began to cut his wrists and legs. His tattoos had slices through them, and there was blood everywhere.

I woke up crying once more, but this time Austins arms wrapped around me and he held me tightly.

"Shhh, it's not real, Del. Don't cry lovely, please." He whispered as I continued to cry into his chest. He held me close to him, and him hugging me made me feel comfortable, but I still couldn't bring myself to stop crying, or to let go of him. I didn't want him to end up the way he did in my dream. "What happened in this one?" He asked me, but I hesitated to tell him. I hadn't told him that I was raped, how would he react now? I took a deep breath and managed to take my face away from Austins chest, but we were still close together and that made me feel comfortable. "I don't know if I should tell you.." I murmured.

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart."

So I told him about my nightmare.

"What a disgusting man to have done that to such an innocent girl. Fucking dickhead. I hope he's fucking getting raped by guys in jail right now." He said angrily. I nodded my head in agreement. I'd managed to stop crying and I was tempted to fall back asleep.