What's Life without a Little Self-Destruct?

Chapter 3: "Make me a promise" you said, but my fingers were crossed

I was woken up by the light that was pouring into my room. Wait.... my room? I feel around a little and notice I'm on a couch. What the?! When I open my eyes I'm am hit with a pounding head ache. I quickly sit up and bring my hand to my forehead.Where the fuck am i?!?!

"Your in our tour bus."

I turn my head to see 3 men sitting around the room. Did i just say that aloud? The one that spoke was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. He looked tall and had an upper lip piercing in the middle. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he wore a hat on backwards. I slowly nod. Than, everything from last night came rushing back to me. Callie is leaving today, the alcohol, the car. The man who saved me...

"His name is Vic by the way." The one with spiky black hair said to me, he was play some soccer game on Xbox. What is wrong with me! Why do I keep doing that

"I don't know, why do you keep doing that?" The one with large gauges and a lot of tattoos said. He paused the game and turn to face me along with the spiky haired dude. As if on cue, another man walked in from what looks like the bunk area. He had long brown hair, really tan skin like the rest, and no tattoos. He must have been the one that saved me... He must be Vic

"Hey she's awake!" Vic shouted as he walked to the fridge. He opened it and pulled out a 2 monsters, then went in the cabinet and got out a bottle of pills. "Hey, I thought you might want these." Vic handed me 2 pills and a monster. I looked down at the items he gave me then back up to him.

"Don't worry there just Advil. What do you think we are going to drug you or something?!" The spiky hair man said with a laugh.

"Shut up Jaime. Don't scare the poor girl!" Vic shouted back at him with a slight chuckle at the end. So spiky hair man must be Jaime.

I took the pills and downed them with monster. It got really quite, so I looked up and saw all the guys just staring at me. I started to feel nervous with them staring at me. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks so I just looked down at my lap.

"I guess we should introduce our selves. My name's Tony, but can also call me turtle." The one with large gauges and a lot of tattoos said a smile. I giggled in response.

"I'm Vic and that my younger bother, Mike, and that's Jaime." Vic said pointing everyone out.

"What's your name... That is if you have one?" Jaime asked jokingly. Everyone else just rolled their eyes.

"M-my names Annette. A-Annette Michaels." I reply nervously.

"That a really pretty name..." Vic said softly. I blush and smile small looking into his big, deep, brown eyes. It seemed like forever until someone spoke again. This time Mike spoke.

"So, Annette," I tore my eyes from Vic's and look over to Mike. "Why were you laying in the street... Drunk?" He questioned. My smile faded into a thin line. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I blink them back. Just before I answer, I feel a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles. Slowly I turn my head to see Vic looking at me with sad eyes. His eyes then trail down my arm and to my wrist, you could see the bandages poking out slightly from under my sweat shirt. Of corse this catches his attention.

"Annette..." Vic whispers as he pulls my sleeve up slowly. I want to stop him, but my body is in pure shock to move. Tears start free flowing from my eyes when get my sleeve all the way up. The cuts bled through the bandages and my forearm was covered in dry blood. Jaime quickly jumps up to the seat next to me and puts his hand on my back. Then, Vic slowly starts to remove the bandage. They all slightly gasp at the sight of many little lines that decorate my wrist. Vic cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Lets get you cleaned up." With that he got up and offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me up and pulled me into this small bathroom. He grabbed my waist and sat me on the side of the sink. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Vic whispered. When he walked out of the bathroom I broke down. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. It felt like my world was crumbling down.

"Annette..." Jaime spoke as he appeared in the doorway. I look up at him and his face dropped. "Oh Annette." He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my body. But it wasn't in a loving way, but a brotherly way. I slowly wrapped my arms around his torso and cried in his chest.

He pulled back from the hug a little so he could see my face. "Even though I just met you already feel like a sister to me. If you ever need someone to talk to I'm here. Ok Cheka?" Jaime said. I nodded in response and offer a small grin. He smiles too. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and kiss my forehead. Just then, Vic comes back with a first aid kit and Jaime leaves. I can already tell me and Jaime are going to be good friends.

When Vic was done cleaning up my arm he brought it up to his lips and slowly kissed my scars.

"Make me a promise here tonight please Annette" Vic spoke, his voice was barely audible.

"What would that promise be..." I reply, but I already know the answer. Knowing me, I'll be crossing my fingers.

"Never again. Promise me you'll never do this again. I know I just met you and all, but I already think of you as my best friend, and I can't bare the thought of losing you..." Vic replied looking me straight in the eyes.

"I-I promise..." I say knowing it will be one of the hardest things. Vic smiles big and engulfs me a huge hug. I hug him back.

He pulls away and begins to talk. "How about we all go get some lunch! You, me, and all the guys?" I smile big and nod in response. Looks like losing one friend brought me 4 new ones.


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