Abby’s Point of View
How did he find out? No, shut up mind, there’s nothing to find out; he means nothing to me…right? I just looked Oli in the eyes; I could see so much hurt and pain, but mainly disbelief. “Oli, I can explain…” I began and he just slightly nodded. “Mason…Mason is my ex boyfriend, we broke up about a year ago and he moved to the states shortly after we broke up. He just wanted to see me again, just as ‘friends’ if that. He means nothing to me anymore, Oliver. You mean more to me than he ever did.” I spoke and he just looked at me, I couldn’t read his emotions. Did I mean the last thing I told him though? “Why did you guys break up?” Oli asked me, there was a slight glimmer of concern in his eyes. “He… he became too much for me.” I said in a way, he raises an eyebrow at me. I can’t lie to him about it, I can tell him... I think. “Oli, Mason was abusive and when he drank he … he would rape me.” I said and the tears started pouring from my eyes. He wiped the tears from my eyes and pulled me into a hug. There’s that feeling again, that feeling of feeling completely safe in his arms. “I ONLY wanted to see him to straighten things out between us, you have to believe me Oliver.” I said and he just nodded and kissed the top of my head. We sat there until we heard the pilot speak again “We are going to be beginning our descent, please secure all luggage and make sure your trays are up, and your seats are in their original and upright position. Thank you for flying with us.” He finished saying, Oli and I pulled apart and he put our bags on the floor between our feet. He got out two pieces of gum and handed one to me; I was confused at first then I realized our ears would pop due to the pressure change.
Nothing much happened for the last little bit on the plane; after we all got our luggage and took it to the shuttle waiting for us outside the airport. It was much warmer here than it was in England this time of the year. It took about a half an hour to get to this weird shop type thing. Except it had all of the tour buses, the Bring Me the Horizon tour manager walked over to the shop owner and met the bus driver and escorted us to the bus. At the moment all we had was our carry-on bags, the man opened the door and we stepped onto the bus. It was really cool; he showed us where things were. You walk in and to the right was where the driver sat, and to the left there was a couch on one side, and across from it was a little breakfast booth… type thing. Next was the kitchen, it was small but you could use it. He opened a small door on the right and there was a bathroom with a tiny shower. He slid open the next door in front of us; there were four bunks, two on each side. He slid opened the next door and we were at the back lounge, there was another couch and a TV, oh and a table. He took us to the last room and there were three more bunks, they were the largest and they were each on their own wall; there was one on the left, one on the right, one the last on the back wall. We thanked the man before he left. The sound crew and managers were going to follow our bus, but in a slightly smaller one. We went back to the main room and waited for the shuttle to pull closer. The manager had six Popsicle sticks and explained the ruled. “They are all numbered, with a number from one to six. All of the bunks have numbers on them; whichever stick you draw, you sleep in that bunk for tour; unless you mutually agree to switch with someone else. It’s fair this way; no whining about which bunk you get.” He finished and Oli picked his first, then Matt (my brother), then Lee, then Matt K, then Curtis, and finally me. We all silently looked at our number and the manager walked off the bus. We all went to find where our bunks were, I walked through last to find mine. I had number six; maybe it’s in the back? I saw Matt K sit in the top bunk on the left and my brother across from him on the right. I kept walking to the very back room and saw number six; it was the bunk on the right. I felt arms around my waist and breathing on my neck, I turned to face Oli; I looked past him to see if anyone was looking over. The door was shut, the one separating the first few bunks and the back lounge. He kissed the top of my head before holding up his Popsicle stick, number five. It was the bunk on the left, across from mine. I stood on my tip toes and pecked his lips. We heard the form door to the bus swing open “LUGGAGE!” someone yelled from the door; I heard the guys shuffling around and I began to go towards the front with Oli trialing right behind me. Everyone had storage either right above their bunks or right below it, to keep their suitcases in. Oli helped me take mine to the back and I helped him carry his.
