“Did you miss me, Lo-“ Oliver began when he sat back down but I cut him off. I kissed him and he didn’t hesitate before kissing me back. “I’ll take that as a yes.” And said and then pecked my lips once more before he pulled out a magazine from his bag and I did the same. He had an Alternative Press magazine and I had a Kerrang! magazine. “So do you know what state you guys are playing in first?” I asked after a few minutes of reading. “Uh, I think California,” he started and I looked at him confused, “West Coast.” He finished. “Alrighty.” I said looked out the window, the clouds were white and puffy; it looked cool being above them instead of looking up at them you were looking down at them. Oli rested his head on my shoulder and I smiled at him. I really did like him, but I wanted to at least see Mason; just to see how he is doing. That’s allowed, right? I haven’t spoken to him since we broke up, and for a few weeks before that we hadn’t been speaking a lot due to a minor fight.
“What the hell, Abby?” Mason shouted at me. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. Even though we’re underage, he drinks. Not a lot, but when he does he become s worse than he usually is. “What’d I do this time?” I asked, not really wanting to deal with this right now. He took a step closer to me and hit me across the face; I just stood there. I’m use to it so it doesn’t really bother me anymore. He grabbed another beer out of his parents’ fridge. He still lives with his parents and I still live with mine; but I’m staying with Mason while my parents went on vacation. Masons parents go out almost nightly, and all night long. I was pulled from my thoughts when he kneed me in the stomach; I winced in pain and dropped to the floor. He kicked me before yelling, again. “Get up you stupid whore.” He spat at me and I slowly got up. I knew what was coming next, I always knew. I hated it, and it was usually only when he was really drunk, but I guess he and already had his fill of alcohol and was ready to break me even more. He shoved me up against the wall and forcefully began to kiss me; I didn’t kiss back, I never did. He pulled away and slapped me across the face again. I couldn’t take it, I ran up to his room and locked the door, I sat on his bed and cried. I can’t deal with this anymore. I heard him stomping up the stairs and he began to pound on the door; I knew it was only a matter of minutes before he got the key and came in. I expected it, I always did; I hate this abuse and everything, but when he wasn’t drunk he was the sweetest guy you’d ever meet. He got his key and turned it in the lock. He stepped in and smiled at me with that devious grin I dreaded seeing. He slowly walked over to me and I tried to back up, but it was no use. He straddled me lap and pushed me down, he kneeled on my hands so I couldn’t hit him or anything. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it somewhere; I didn’t see where it landed. He slipped off my shorts and tossed them away too, I tried to scream but his hand covered my mouth. He sat back and took off his jeans and his shirt. The next while was what I dreaded most about life, I kept trying to scream and get free but he wouldn’t let me; he was always one step ahead of me. I lost track of time and I wish I would’ve passed out; he eventually pulled back. Looking satisfied, for now; he put his clothes back on and left the room. I curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed and cried silently until I heard him coming back. I threw my clothes on as fast as possible and jumped out the window.
I felt a hand on my thigh and I smack it as hard as I could. “Babe, whats wrong? You’re crying…” he trailed off. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and thought of the first lie that came to mind. “Just miss my friends back home already, you know?” I said and he nodded, probably still unsure of why I smacked him. I honestly was lost in my thoughts of Mason, and not the good ones. He treated me like shit when he was drunk, but he was also so kind when sober. Oliver had his phone out so I glanced at the time, it was only eleven. Only two more hours, I think. I think that 2007 was the shittiest year for me, that’s when me and Mason had broken up; I can’t believe it’s only been a year. It feels like it’s been a hell of a lot longer than that. I looked over, I hadn’t realize that Oli had got up and left I saw him walking towards the loo when the pilot came over the speaker “Passengers, please take your seats and sit upright, buckle up, we will be experiencing some turbulence. Thank you.” Oli looked pissed and he came back and returned to his seat next to me. We buckled up and I looked at the window at the approaching ominous dark clouds. I gripped my arm rest and closed my eyes, I love thunder storms; just maybe not when I’m on an airplane! I felt Oli’s hand on top of mine and I tensed up and pulled my hand away. I can’t hold hands with Oli when I’, thinking of Mason, it’s not fair to Oli.
Oli’s Point of View
Abby has been acting really weird ever since she checked her phone this morning. I don’t know what’s up with her but oh well; I hope she isn’t like this the entire tour. I looked down at her hand and I guess at some point she took the ring, which I had given her, off of her fingers. The fact that she won’t even let me place my hand on top of hers is weird, I thought she was scared of the oncoming storm, maybe I was wrong? Wrong about liking her? Do I really like her? Yes. Do I want something more than this little fling? No. I just liked being with her, without the whole ‘I love you’ bullshit. I looked back over and her eyes were glossed over with tears; I would kill to know what she was thinking about. I wish she would talk to me, but I know she won’t. Without really thinking it over I put two fingers under her chin and turned her head she was looking at me. I studied her face for a minute and watched her blink away the tears that were still forming. I leaned in and kissed her, and to my surprise, she kissed back. We sat there like that for a while; but it wasn’t the same as it usually was. It wasn’t anything special, it was just…there. She pulled away and then did the best to comfortably position herself in her seat while buckled. She fell asleep and shortly after her phone buzzed. I just glanced at the screen, I don’t want to be nosey…I’m just curious. It read “Hey Abby J I found out that the first show is in my town; hope to see you there, I got backstage passes and everything. Can’t wait to see you again ;) ~Mason” Who the hell was this guy?
After an hour of waiting Abby woke up and the storm was still going on. I was just listening to music- blasting it is more like it. She looked up at me and poked my arm. I took out an ear bud “I like that song…” she said and sat up, to be quite honest I had no idea what I was listening to; I wasn’t really paying attention to it. “Hey, Abby?” I asked and she looked at me to continue. “Can I ask you a question? You have to be completely honest.” I said and she nodded, I took a deep breath and said it. “Who is Mason?” I asked and her eyes went wide, was she hiding something from me?
