Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 12: Leaving you

Bret's POV

4 weeks later

Today is our last day on warped tour and I'm really bummed out. We have a signing right after our show that is at 5:35 and then we head off to drop everyone off. I'm really going to miss Esence since she will still be on tour and even when she get's off she lives all the way across the country. I live in Washington D.C while she lives in Las Angeles. How the fuck are we supposed to see each other.

We've been basically attached at the hip from how much time we spend together. It's not even us kissing it's mostly just talking, joking around, and getting to know each other a lot better. Sometimes we sneak in a few kisses here and there but we manly just walk around listening to other bands and enjoying each others presence.

"Oh my gosh, it's Bret Von Dehl," a person shouted. I turned around to see a hoard of teenage girls running towards. My eyes widened as they got closer and closer - enclosing me in a circle.

"Hey guys what's up," I asked politely. A few of them asked if I could sign a few things for them which I gladly did. They thanked me a scurried away while a few other girls stayed surrounding me.

"Can you take a picture with me," one of them asked. I nodded taking a selfie with her before she ran off with her friends. That only left one girl standing by me. She was wearing a bikini top with some really short, tight shorts making me cringe a little.

"What can I do for ya," I asked her smiling nicely.

"For starters you can do me," she replied back flirtatiously. My eyes widened as she said that - moving her hand to rest on my arm, starting to rub it.

"Um no th-"

"Bitch your like 12 now move the fuck outta my way," a voice chimed in cutting me off. I looked over to see Esence standing behind the girl with a glare on her face.

"Who the fuck are you," the girl said in her high squeaky voice. A chill ran down my spine as she talked and not in a good way.

"I'm his fucking girlfriend and I advise you to step the fuck off," she replied back angerly. One thing I learned about Esence is when she gets mad she gets all ghetto, like seriously. Her necks starts popping and her language gets really vulgar.

"Wow Bret you could do so much better than that bitch. I mean look at her. She's fat and she wears big clothes to hide her fatness. Also look at her hair. If I saw you walking down the street I would of thought you were a dude," the girl said snobbly.

"Excuse me but I'm fucking 110 pounds or less I don't exactly know. I wear big clothes because I don't want to look like a slut. I mean exhibit A," she said pointing to the girl still attached to my arm. "My hair is like this because I like it short. And I'm about to kick your fucking slutty ass," Esence continued, walking towards the girl and detaching her from me. Did I forget to mention she gets really violent as well.

Before she could do anything to the girl I pulled her back from her and drug her away. She was kicking and screaming at me to let her go so she could and I quote 'beat the fake ass boob and butt implants out of her' her words not mine.

"Evenesence Jacqueline," I said sternly. Instantly she stopped flailing and screaming and went limp against my body. I smiled in satisfaction as I knew she hated being referred to with her full name. I drug her back to my bus where the guys were hanging around until our set later - setting her down on the couch and sitting on top of her so she couldn't move.

"Uh Bret your squishing my poor wittle baby," Tommy cried out. I rolled my eyes at him before getting up and sitting next to her - opting with holding her down by the waist.