Saved - Ronnie Radke

Saved

*The year is 2004*

TW: slight abuse

Jules' POV

"Okay, yeah, I'll see you in the morning babes," I waved to my friends with a fake smile as they dropped me off at my house after we had gone shopping after school. It was now around 7pm.

When they were out of sight, I rushed inside, running straight to my room as quietly as possible to avoid him hearing me. I shut my door, locking it as I ripped off my skirt and pink shirt. I felt disgusting wearing those clothes everyday, but if I didn't, I'd get hit.

I threw on my black skinny jeans and a local band tee that I had made. I began putting my makeup on, thick black eyeliner to be exact. I messed up my hair and added some chains and my high tops and I was ready. Luckily my long natural black hair was something that my father couldn't change to fit his picture. Good for me though, it fit my black look perfectly.

I grabbed my bag, quietly opening my window. I grabbed onto the branch of the tree, moving slowly to the trunk so I could slide down it. It was simple, I did it nearly every day.

When I got down, I started on my normal path through the woods to the old abandoned barn building where Death Smash would be playing tonight.

I lit up a cigarette as I walked, the light illuminating my path in the darkness. I could see the neon lights right ahead of me, making me run toward them. After two days of hanging out with little princesses it's nice to get back to my real self.

"Hey Josh," I said to my friend that guarded the door.

"Jules, go on in," he nodded toward the door.

"Ugh, you know I hate that name," I groaned.

"Deal with it sweetie," he said, a chuckle in his voice.

I didn't feel like fighting with this man so I just walked in, the loud music and lights making me feel euphoric. The smell of drugs and alcohol intrigued me for the millionth time. I really shouldn't tonight... but I will anyway. I'll quit later.

I walked over to James who gave me a shot of vodka, no chaser. I nodded at him and handed him my bag then walked toward the crowd. The music filled my ears as I screamed along to their singing.

A bunch of guys gathered at the front of the crowd, preventing me from seeing Seth, the lead singer. I groaned, walking over to the side of the stage to get a better look.

As I was screaming along and enjoying myself, a guy walked up to me and put his arm around me. I looked up at him, thinking it was someone I knew but it wasn't.

"Hey, I'm just trying to enjoy the show," I said to him as I tried to push him off. He didn't let go.

"Me too," he grinned as he looked around. I found myself following his actions, there now being four men surrounding me.

"Guys, I don't want to do anything," I said, trying my best to use my words to get them to leave because I knew my body wasn't going to be strong enough.

"Grab her," one of them said.

The one that had his arm around me grabbed my throat, slamming me against the wooden pillar. I screamed in pain as my body went weak, though his hand around my neck was still holding me up.

"Let go of her!" I heard someone yell. I opened my eyes to see a guy who looked familiar beating up the guys that surrounded me.

The man holding my throat was too busy watching his friends asses get kicked that it gave me the perfect opportunity to knee him in the balls. His hand released me as he let out a loud grunt. I ran next to the guy that just saved me and watched as he gave him a kick to the head, knocking him on his back, unconscious.

I looked around at the four men on the ground and the guy next to me. He turned to look at me, "are you alright, I mean- Jules?" He looked shocked.

I groaned, "how do you know me?"

"You're like the most popular girls in school, everyone knows you."

"Well who the hell are you?" I asked.

"I'm Ronnie, we had like two classes together last year, though I didn't talk at all so you probably didn't notice."

"No you looked familiar," I said, looking up at him with my arms crossed.

"Well are you okay? Did they hurt you or touch you or anything?"

"I'm fine." I gritted.

"What are you doing here? And what are you wearing?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"Fuck the skirts, fuck pink, I like black," I shrugged.

"You like Death Smash?" He asked, looking at the band.

"I've been coming here for years, I love them."

"Jules Taylor at a Death Smash concert, that's fucking insane," he laughed in disbelief.

"Don't call me Jules."

"What should I call you?" He looked confused.

"My name is Juliet." I gave a straight face.

"Alright, Juliet," he smiled, "wanna get back to the show now?"

"Yeah." I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with my into the crowd of people. When we got the center of the crowd, I let go of his hand, beginning to scream and dance again. I could see Ronnie staring at me through the corner of my eye. "Dance!" I yelled, grabbing his hand and raising it into the air with mine.

He began to dance with me, both of us letting go. When the song ended, we both cheered, myself screaming.

"I'm gonna go grab some drinks!" I yelled over the crowd screaming.

"I'll come with you!" He yelled back.

We walked over to James, both of sweaty from jumping and dancing.