Chapter 3: Whiskey In A Bottle

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I woke up to people talking. "Well what are we going to do?"
"She might have to come with us." I heard Yelawolf say.
"Then what? She stays on the bus while we proform? Said Rittz.
"Man i doubt she'll steal from us." Said Yela. "That reminds me ima go check on her" then i heard foot steps. I waited for him to enter the room.
"Well look whos up." He smiled. Dear god hes even more beautiful in person.
Im in shock. All i can do is nod. And smile.
Rittz comes in "Hey she is awake!" He said.
"What happen...." i ask... i only remember bits and pieces... its all kinda blurry.
"When we were preforming i noticed everyone made a huge circles around you. All i saw was Marshall running off stage to knock that asshole in the fucking face. I ran and picked you up and got you to safty." Said yelawolf.
I guess he could tell im was in shock because he layed me down. "Look just take it easy. You took some pretty hard hits. Dont be moving around to much."
I noded and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew i was passed out.
Soon enough i woke back up and i looked at the time. 8:30pm. Its time to eat i told myself. I get out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I guess you can call it that. I noticed a note on the counter.
Hey.
I didnt get to catch your name when you were awake. But heres a pass to get in. If i don't see you. That means you either left or are still asleep. Hope you feel better. Hope to see you. -Micheal/Yelawolf

My heart skipped a beat. Im not dreaming. Im really not. Im in yelawolfs bus. I met yelawolf... no... Yelawolf saved me... but why?

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