Chapter 37

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** Nicole's P.O.V. **

When the lights turned on, my heart stopped... This couldn't be true. The whole bus was filled with the same exact picture. It wasn't any picture though, it was Oli... kissing Hannah. How could he? I felt warm tears scrolling down my face. How did I even believe him? "Everything is over between her and me" up my ass. He cheated on me, with her! I felt my phone continuing to vibrate. I looked down to see it was my instagram and twitter exploding. I decided to open instagram to see what was happening. The same exact picture was uploaded and there were new comments ever.

IS THAT OLI KISSING HANNAH??!!!

WHAT HAPPENED WITH NICOLI??

DID NICOLE AND OLI BREAK UP?

HANOLI IS BACK!!!!

OMG OLI IS CHEATING ON NICOLE!!!

Eh... kinda expected it Hannah was way better than Nicole anyways

I turned off my phone because I couldn't dare to read anymore. I picked up on of the photos and studied it carefully making sure it wasn't old and that it wasn't photoshopped. It was for sure new, Oli had the feather tattoo and the background seemed pretty much the one of this venue and it for sure wasn't photoshopped. I ripped the picture in half.

I ran to the back of the bus. I nervously digged my hands in my make up bag. In the end, I found it. I took out the blade and ran into the bathroom. I didn't even bother to close it properly, since nobody was going come check anytime soon. Bring Me The Horizon were in the middle of their concert. There was no way anybody was going to enter the bus searching for me. I dragged the blade across my skin. I did it over and over again. After what seemed like 20 something cuts I left the blade down and didn't even care to clean up the blood. Why hide? They are going to find out anyway?

I went back to the bunks and started packing. It became pretty obvious that I wasn't wanted here. That son of a bitch made me think that I was special. I thought that I was his love. Instead, it always was Hannah. What was I to him? Just some sort of a sick game? God, I have to admit he played his role pretty goddamn well. He didn't only fool me, but also the rest of the guys. I finally closed my luggage and started heading towards the exit of the bus. I was back in the living room being surrounded with the photos. I smiled and decided to leave them up. At least it would be one hell of an entrance for the guys when they come back...

Before leaving a stole an absolute vodka from the fridge and left the bus. I started walking away from the venue holding the luggage right next to my body while drinking the bottle. I turned around to see the venue slowly fading away. More tears scrolled down as I mentally said goodbye to my friends and to the people who actually cared about me. I didn't even know where I was going or heading. All I cared about was to be as far away from him and to forget everything. I frowned as I realized that I had finished the bottle. I threw it away and I continued walking through the streets as the sun was setting.

** Crimson P.O.V. **

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out, swiping the screen and punching in my code before opening instagram. My heart stopped and I nearly dropped my phone.

"That cock sucking lying son of a bitch!" I roared, and Josh jumped, looking over at me.

"Babe, calm down. What's wrong?" He asked and I nearly broke his nose when I shoved my phone in his face.

"THIS!" I spat and Josh's eyes widened before narrowing to slits.

"That fucker is going to regret messing with us." He hissed. I knew he was angry, but it was absolutely nothing compared to how angry I felt. I stood up, my brown hair bouncing as I started towards the stage. The bodyguard there stopped me and I let him, I knew that when the song was over I was going to do anything to get on stage. They finished up Go To Hell, For Heaven's Sake, and when that song would usually make me happy or excited, it seemed to only fuel my anger more. Josh stood behind me and I suddenly pushed past the bodyguard, storming up to Oli. Jordan paled at my expression, standing up.

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