Broken Promises - Brusnop

Chapter 3

Ben POV-

It had been nearly 6 months since Danny had left everything behind to live in Texas and preform with We Are Harlot. I hadn't seen him around, but according to his Twitter he had a girlfriend and life was going just fucking perfect for him, while I'm still holding together my fucked up heart. These last few months had been really tough on me and replacing Danny only made things seem more real. The guys were happier that the new music I'd been writing for the record had been heavier, but nearly everything I wrote was aimed at Danny. That fat fucking shit head.

I was packing a suitcase full of clothes getting ready to leave for Warped Tour that was starting in a 2 days and I planned on being completely intoxicated the entire time. That's how I'd been ever since Danny had left. I went back to my old drinking and smoking habits. Just as an attempt to ease the everyday pain of being fucked over by someone you loved unconditionally. 

I knew the guys were worried about me, but this was my problem and I'll deal with it in my own way. I think the thing that hurt me the most was looking through comments from fans about Danny leaving or how Denis is terrible and the band has gone to shit now. Fuck, just piss off! No one could miss Danny more than me and there's no reason to take it out on Denis, he's a good guy and he's helped me through some tough times. 

We hadn't been on tour in a while and it was going to be hard not having the fat old shit around. This was going to be the first Warped Tour we'd played without him and I knew it just wouldn't be the same. I fucking missed him so much.. I'd give anything to have him back. 

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While travelling on the plane, I'd taken some pills to help me sleep since it was a long flight and maybe had a couple of drinks in the bar at the airport before hand. Once I'd made it to the US, I was picked up by the tour bus which took us all to the first location. I was too tired to even greet the guys that were sat around playing Fifa as usual, so I just headed to my bunk and dropped my suitcase to the floor, stripping myself of all my clothes before jumping under the cold sheets.  

I grabbed my phone and lay on my side, looking through some fan messages on Twitter when I came across a We Are Harlot video, 'Dancing on Nails'. I'd tried to avoid anything to do with Danny as I'd just get upset and angry, but something in the back of my mind was telling me to click on it. So I did.

I felt like I was caught in some kind of trance while hearing Danny's voice coming through my earphones. In the video he looked so happy and full of life. The complete opposite to me...

I locked my phone and threw it to the bottom of the bunk before pulling the blankets over my head, shaking with anger. I fucking hate that prick. 

A few hours later I was woken up by Denis shaking me awake, "Ben! Ben! Wake up!" His unwelcomed voice echoed in my ear, making me groan in discomfort. "We're finally here, want to look around the stages with me before all the fans show up tomorrow?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. I guess it is his first Warped Tour with us and I should show him around. 

"Fine.. Just give me a couple of minutes to get ready" I groaned again before stretching out my arms and legs then eventually pulling myself out of bed. Denis had agreed to meet me outside the bus when I was ready, but it was hot and I was starting to regret the decision of agreeing to show him around.

I dressed in a black and grey tank top with some gym shorts then put on my sunglasses before leaving the bus with an energy drink in my hand. I couldn't be fucked to sort my hair out, who was I trying to impress anyway? The Queen of England. I don't fucking think so. 

Denis was stood at the front of the bus, looking around at other band buses parking up close by. I'd probably try to find a few of my friends here later and have a drink, maybe bring Denis with me. I wonder what he's like after a few beers. Guess I'll have to find out.

"So, where'd you wanna look?" I asked the younger male, which instead of answering the question he pulled me over to a board with all the bands listed on it. I glanced over a few of the names and saw a couple of bands that I'd met before. It looked like an awesome line up this year, until something caught my eye. 'We Are Harlot'. Written in small letters at the bottom of the list along with some other bands. 

I balled up my fists and turned on my heels, walking in the opposite direction,  but of course I heard footsteps behind me which could only have been Denis, "Everything okay?" He asked to which I just shrugged my shoulders. 

I can't believe that fat asswipe is here somewhere. He'd better hope I don't fucking run into him.

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During the evening I decided to visit Of Mice & Men since me and Denis had ran into them during our walk around.  We both went to their bus with plenty of alcohol on hand and I'd taken a few extra 'things' before the party to make it more interesting. To be honest I think the drugs may have worked better than the beer. I was high as a fucking kite. 

Just as me and Phil were taking some shots, I was pulled aside by a very drunk Denis. He'd disappeared for about 30 minutes but I couldn't be arsed to ask him questions, I just wanted to get back to the party and have some fun. 

"B-B-Ben.. I feel sick..." he grumbled, wrapping his arms loosely around my shoulders,  "C-Can you help me back to the bus.?" He slurred, nearly tripping over his own feet. 

"Yeah sure" I said, hoping I could just return to the party once Denis was back on the bus safely. At least then I wouldn't have to worry about his dumbass getting hurt or anything. 

As we walked back to the bus, I had my arm around the younger males waist and his arm was draped over my shoulder for support. This dude really can't handle his drink. It took maybe 10 minutes to walk him back, plus I knew he was probably more than capable of getting into his bunk by himself. 

However just as I was about to turn back, he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. We both stared into each others eyes for a long moment before he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like those cheap-ass shots you can buy for like a $1, but strangely enough it wasn't that bad. I probably tasted like an ashtray to him anyway. 

Maybe it was the drugs or alcohol in my system, but I pressed him against the door and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Since it was dark I knew no one could see what was happening (not that I cared anyway though). 

I felt the young screamers hand brushing over my inner thigh, while our tongues danced together for a long moment.

'I love you, Ben' I could hear Danny's voice whisper in the back of my head. 

I quickly jumped away from Denis before sprinting off as quickly as I could. The second I was alone, I sat down on the edge of one of the stages in the dark with all kinds of thoughts running through my head. 

I'm such a fucking sad bastard! 

I buried my hands deep into my hair, pulling on the strands, probably ripping some out too. I was just so fucking mad at myself. 

I decided to light up a cigarette hoping that might relieve some kind of stress that I was feeling. Could this get any worse?!

"Ben?" I heard a deep, familiar voice say from behind me. 

You've gotta be fucking kidding me...

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