Band One Shots

7. Mike Fuentes

"NO VIC, IM DONE." I picked up my keys from the table by the door and fiddled with it until i got to his house key he gave me, untwisting it from the key-ring where it had its home for over two years.

yeah... two years.

gone.

just like that.

"Becca, please just hear me out..." he pleaded, his voice adding to the ringing that bounced of the walls of the home we have been living in together for the last year

i clutched the key in my hand, shutting my eyes and pursing my lips, "No Vic... I've been hearing you out, believing things weren't happening... for the past fucking year... and now this is just the final straw. I'm done Vic." i managed out in a civil tone, tossing the key to his feet and picked up my purse from the ground..

He stood there speechless, mouth open and his arms out, looking down at the key and then back up at me, "You've got nothing else to say that is possibly going to make me stay..."I whispered, "bye Vic," i put my hand on the handle of the front door and slid out. The door shut behind me too hard and thats when i lost it.

Tears started streaming down my face as i walked down his pathway to my car. I heard glass smash behind me and a loud yelling fit ensue. i knew it was Vic but i didn't go back into that house. I'm gone. he messed up.

i got into my car and shut the door, tuning the radio to some Old country music. Of course i quickly found out that the whole country music thing was a bad idea, because as i drove the only songs playing were about love or doing anything for a boy you loved... who thought loved you back...

Yeah, the Vic Fuentes is a cheating bastard... he cheated on me multiple times apparently... with some bleach blond Playboy Bunny wanna-be. I suspected something was happening because i would see her in the photos he posted of them on tour. but he just said she was the merch girl for the opening band.

My suspicions were confirmed when i walked into his house, planning on surprising him because my boss gave me the day off and we hadn't had a day alone together since he got back from tour. but when i walked into his living room, he was facetimeing her and talking really inappropriately, if you catch my drift.

what did i ever do to deserve this? i wiped my eyes on my sweatshirt, quickly smelling his cologne on it- i ripped it over my head and threw it into the backseat, watching the never-ending windy road of the coast.

a few hours later of aimless driving, a whirring sound came from my engine, the lights started to flicker in the dark and soon the entire car just shut down... Just my fucking luck.

i directed my car all the way to the side of the road - Deserted was an understatement for where i was at... the only movement at all was a lost TacoBell wrapper rolling in the wind.

i had no idea where i was at. I guess I drove until I got so lost to the point where i didn't recognize anything around me. I sighed and leaned my head back on the head rest and groaned.

Fuck you Vic.

Fuck you bitches who have to go ruin an amazing thing.

I sighed and pulled up my phones GPs... And of course I go no signal on that.

Of course.

I pulled up my best friends name on my contact list... Surely Vic has talked to him... And probably doesn't want anything to do with me... I walked out on his fucking brother.

I guess I could call Jaime or Tony... But they are both off with their girlfriends somewhere in lalaland.

I really have no choice... The boys were the only people I knew from around here. well, the only ones i actually trusted.