Hollywood Hearts

Fourteen

"Miss, just a second!" I turned and smiled as the waiter handed me my wallet.

"You left this."

"Thank you, sweetheart." I smiled and held my coffee tightly, pocketing my wallet and going back to the venue. As I got onto the bus, I saw the guys glaring, but I huffed.

"I'm a bitch, remember?" I smirked and walked down the length of the bus, going upstairs. I slowed as I heard crying from the bunks on the back of the bus and looked at the door, knowing Jorel was staying in there with Danny.

"She-she doesn't-"

"I know, J! I'm so sorry!" I heard the two guys whispering, but I shook it off and went to my room, shutting the door and taking my coat off. As I sat on the bed, I looked up as someone opened the door.

"What, Johnny?" I asked as I grabbed my coffee, sipping at it. Johnny didn't say anything, he just shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hello?" I laughed, trying to get him to speak.

"He loves you." He finally said and I huffed, setting my coffee down on the table with a little lip around the edge.

"We were faking it-"

"Bullshit!" He spit and I glared.

"I know for a fucking fact that not all of that was fake, there's no god damn way!" He growled and shook his head.

"You're hurting him more than you're protecting him. Whatever you think it is you're trying to keep him safe from, it's only killing him. Stop being so fucking tough and admit you like the guy!" He said, but I shook my head and stood, stalking closer to him.

"Maybe you are the blind ones, Johnny, but I'm not doing anything to protect anyone. I'm simply being honest, with myself and him. If he fell for me, that's not my fault. He knew this wasn't real, he's the one who even offered to start this, so I don't understand why he's so upset about losing his fake girlfriend." I said and he glared as he watched me.

"You-" He stopped and shook his head, looking more pissed that he couldn't form a sentence than anything.

"You're killing our best friend." He said finally and looked at me.

"When he's gone forever, lost because of you, don't expect us to help you." He said and turned, leaving the room as I finally dropped my cocky smirk. As I fell on the foot of the bed, I put a hand over my mouth and tried to hide my cries. I took a deep breath after a while and grabbed my phone, opening it to see the new texts from him.

D: Are you still pushing them away?
D: You'd better not touch that man again
D: Don't you dare disobey me again! When you get home, we'll put a new tracker in you and you'll obey me again

I let out a sob then locked my phone, laying back on the bed and crying into my pillow. Forgive me, Jorel! I love you so much, I'm sorry!

~*-*~

"You look like shit." Danny commented as I walked into the front lounge then I glared, sitting next to Matt who scooted away from me.

"Just two more weeks then we're going back to the States." Ian said and, though he didn't say it, I knew they were all happy it meant the tour was over. The reason being I wasn't around all the time anymore, and I couldn't hurt Jorel anymore with my damn near constant clubbing and drinking now. I forget how many guys I've hooked up with in bar and club bathrooms now, too many to count or care, but I was just trying to distract myself from going back into his tattooed arms.

"Perse, your phone." I looked at my phone then realized it was ringing. I sighed and answered it, hearing his voice.

"Are you behaving?" He asked and I glanced at Jorel.

"Yes, I am." I said and hugged myself with one arm as my father continued.

"Good girl. When will you be back?" He asked and I licked my lips.

"Three weeks. I have things to take care of when we get back." I said and he growled.

"Deal with them quickly. I want you back here soon, and I don't like not knowing where you are." He said and I nodded.

"I understand." I said then he hung up and I locked my phone, ignoring their questioning eyes.

"Who was that?" I looked at Johnny and smiled.

"New manager." I lied and saw his brow drop, meaning they knew it was a lie as I opened my phone to scroll through social media.

"You got a new manager already?" Matt asked and I glanced at him then sighed, locking my phone again and smirking at him.

"Is there a problem with me wanting to continue my modeling career? Hmm?" I asked, but he shook his head.

"No, that's not what-"

"Then stay the fuck out of my business." I said and glanced at Jorel to see him staring at me, but I stood and went to the bathroom. As I shut the door, I took a deep breath and glared at myself in the mirror.

"Worthless, useless, can't even tell him how you feel!" My dad's voice echoed in my ear then I gripped the counter tighter. I closed my eyes and looked down, wishing it would just go away.

"Look at you, so ugly! How can he even stand to love you!"

"Shut up!" I murmured and tried to block him out.

"What does he see in you, huh?! Go on, show them your true colors!"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed and punched the mirror, hearing the guys yelling outside the door as I looked at the fractured image of myself, the blood dripping down the length of my fingers and dripping onto the ground.

"Persephone, open the door!" Johnny yelled and I softly laughed, slowly growing louder until I was cackling. When I left the bathroom, I had a soft smile on my face and I saw they looked worried and weirded out.

"I'm just fine, thank you for the concern." I said and turned, going upstairs to my private room.