The Worst of Times

Chapter 3

"Fuck," John swore, his lips connecting with my neck. He was breathing roughly and had come up from behind me, his arms around my waist. "You're so sexy."

"We can't. The concert starts in twenty minutes." I said firmly, knowing exactly what he wanted. He responded by slowly moving a hand up under my shirt. "Stop it."

"How can I?" He asked innocently and I ripped against his grasp and broke free. I started in a different direction when he grabbed my arm and jerked me back.

"No!" I yelled and snapped my arm back and quickly ran off. I found Sean sitting on the floor just beyond the stage, watching people beginning to show up. I sat down next to him. He looked at me and put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a quick hug before letting go but leaving his one arm around me.

"You okay?" He asked softly and I shrugged. "What'd he do?"

"He wanted a quick fuck but I said no and he grabbed my arm and pulled be back but I managed to get away." I said, confiding in Sean like I usually do. He also has developed a sense for when I'm distressed.

"Sounds like he would've really hurt you if you didn't get away." He noted and I felt small but scooted closer to Sean.

"Yeah but I'll pay for it later." I sighed and he gave me a light squeeze.

"You shouldn't have to pay for it."

"Shouldn't but I do." I admitted and rested my head on his shoulder. Bobby and Dave came over to us and sat in front of us.

"John's pissed." They informed me and I only shrugged, not moving from my position. "If he sees you getting all cuddly with Sean, he'll freak. It's bad."

"That bad?" I asked softly and they both nodded. I took my head off Sean's shoulder and grabbed his arm and put it next to his side. I pulled my knees up and buried my face in them.

"Why don't you just get fucked by him and get it over with? It'll be worse later." Dave said softly and I felt tears sliding down my face.

"I don't want to. I really don't want to." I cried and I felt Sean's arms pull me even more towards him. He lifted my head up and gave me a proper hug. I cried into his shirt and sniffled before looking up and seeing people were staring at us. But these people in the crowd weren't just anyone. It was Phoenix, Brad, Rob, Joe, and Mike.

I instantly jerked away from Sean. He looked at me, puzzled, and looked to where I was looking and turned his attention back towards me.

"Damn, he really came." Sean whispered, thinking I hadn't heard him.

"What?! You knew they were coming?" I asked and he hesitated before nodding. He always told me the truth.

"I've talked to Mike and them often. He has my number and he was talking about coming here today to watch us preform." He explained and I slowly adjusted to what he said.

"Oh," I said in a dry voice and Sean looked concern. We all stood when we heard John's heavy shoes walking our way. He gave us all a scowl but his eyes landed between Sean and I.

"You fucking my boyfriend?" He sourly asked Sean who looked confused by what he was just asked.

"What? No, of course not. He's like a brother. Plus, I don't swing that way." He added and John looked like he didn't believe him. He grabbed my arm and jerked me more in front of the curtain, Mike and the guys wouldn't be able to see me anymore.

"You see this?" He pulled up my sleeves to reveal bruises in the form of hands on both of my arms. He put his hand on one, in the same position they were in, which made him have to stand in front of me. "Mine."

"Y-you remember hurting me?" I croaked, my eyes brimming with tears. He let my arms drop but kept his eyes on Sean.

"I held his arms up above his head and fucked the life out of him as he begged me to stop and tried to struggle against me."

"You're fucking sick." Sean spat but took another look at him. "Are you high on smack again?"

"Fuck off, man. We got a show to do." John suddenly smiled kindly and pushed me onto the stage. He put his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek before leaning towards my ear. "I know Mike Shinoda is here. He's dead. Your mine."

"Wait-" I tried when he pulled away but he immediately went to his post. I looked at Sean with a worried face.

"It'll be alright." He mouthed and I looked down at my feet.

The concert went by quickly as they usually do. I noticed John glancing at Mike occasionally as I did too, wanting more than anything to have him wrap me in his arms.

It ended and I immediately went to Sean and tried to get him to help me pull John away from the stage but he had different plans. He just went straight up to the guys and talked to them, some backstage passes in hand. John grabbed my arm and pulled me backstage.

He instantly began kissing my neck and pushed me against a wall nearby. I pushed away but my strength was nothing to his. I heard footsteps coming up to us and I knew I had to halt John but he was too busy grinding into me that he didn't even hear the others. I saw this as an opportunity.

"John, stop! I don't want to!" I yelled loudly so if the guys were coming, they could hear me. John responded by putting a hand under my shirt. "Stop it!"

I heard running and I felt like everything would be alright but suddenly John pulled away. I cowered on the wall as I saw John take out some stuff to prepare a needle. He shot up and looked to me, he prepared two needles.

"Shoot up." He said in a flat tone and I shook my head. "Come on, now. It's simple. Just do it."

"Chester?! You... You do heroine?" A small voice asked and my eyes moved and saw it was Joe who spoke, the others next to him. Mike and Sean looking hatefully at John.

"No! I swear-"

"He does. Of course he does." John intervened. I slid down the wall and sat down, burying my face into my knees. "Any boyfriend of mine does what I say and he does exactly that."

"Fuck you." I heard Mike say and my heart began pounding in my chest. It was bittersweet hearing Mike's voice again.

"No, fuck him. But I think you and I both have already done that." John chuckled and I looked up and Mike made eye contact with me. He looked back at John and started to storm at him but the others instantly grabbed his arms and held him back as he thrashed against them.

John came up to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. I purposely pushed up my sleeves and tried to stand against his grip.

"Come on, Chaz." He snapped and pulled, which got me along a little but I remained still.

"His arms..." Phoenix pointed out and Mike stopped struggling and looked at them. He looked back at John and pushed against his friends harder than before.

"How dare you hurt him!" He yelled and my heart fluttered as Mike stood up for me.

"Chester, I swear to God if you don't come with me now, I'll pick you up and fuck you up." John snapped and my feet leveled a little before John pulled me again and I went along, tears streaming down my cheeks.