Fashionably Late ~ A Falling in Reverse Love Story

Chapter 9

***I have gotten some "Hate Mail" from people, calling me several things, because some people are "bad characters" in my story. For example, Jen. This is fiction, and I have absolutely nothing against any of the people "hated on" in my story. I'm sorry if I offended you, it was not intended that way! ;) <3 you guys!***

Ryan's POV

I'll kill him. Jacky made her feel this way? Well he's got another thing coming. "Shhh. It's okay sweetheart. Everything's okay. You can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here for you okay? Don't ever think otherwise." I soothed. My fingers slowly trailed up and down her back. If only she was mine! And no I haven't broken up with Jen yet. I'm dreading it. She makes a big deal out of everything! Next thing I know she'll be telling everyone we're getting married! My thoughts were interrupted by Jacky waltzing his own sorry ass through the door. He scoffed. "Wow Seaman. Trying to steal my girl are we?" "Me? Never. Unlike you, I'm not a bastard." Elli sat up, and glared at both of us. "You two are seriously acting like teenagers. Grow up, and be the men you supposedly are. Until then, I don't want to talk to either of you." Jacky tried to stop her by grabbing her arm. "Let me go Jacky." He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded. And she left the house. Probably to do the exact opposite that I was hoping for.


Elli's POV

I need a drink.... And a cigarette... Or two... Two packs works to... I drove MY Lamborghini (Ronnie just gave it to me. He got an upgrade.) to my favorite bar. It was VIP, so pretty much no one bothered me. "Yo what's going down Jamal?" I asked the security guard in the front. He smiled. "Hey Elli! You alright?" I nodded as he let me in. Ah glorious connections. I walked over to the counter, where their newest bartender Stephen was working. He quickly smiled as soon as I walked over. "The usual?" I shook my head. "Not tonight. I need something less fruity and light than tequila and vodka with lime. Hardest thing you got!" He brought back a large bottle of Gin, and some VINTAGE seriously, VINTAGE, bourbon. "Thats the strongest stuff you have?" I scrunched my face. Don't get me wrong, I love me some Gin and Bourbon, but that's the best you can do? He nodded. "Alright. I'm trusting you. I smiled as I took a big gulp. Yep that's exactly what I needed. I brought out a cigarette, and took turns smoking, then taking a drink. Soon, several people from some of my favorite bands started showing up. I saw the guys from BVB, Get Scared, MIW, VE!, and AA. Before I knew it, Danny Worsnop was sitting next to me ordering a beer. I rolled my eyes. Beer is for sissy's that can't hold REAL alcohol. Plus, it tastes nasty. Like moldy corn... He smirked at me, apparently seeing my eyes rolling. "Hey Ashley. Take a look at this one!" He yelled. Seconds later, Ashley Purdy walks over. "Yeah she's a looker." He said taking a drink of whatever he had in his glass. I rolled my eyes again, and lit another cigarette. Soon enough, I think they got bored... Considering they left. Good for them. They're leaving me alone, and that makes me happy. Before I got drunk, I decided to call Jacky. He had asked me to call him, and come talk to him tonight. "Hey Baby girl." He literally chirped into the phone. "I'll be home in a minute babe." I told him as I hung up. I took one last drag of my cigarette, and one last swig of my gin, and walked out. As soon as I was home, I made my way to Jacky's room. No, in case your wondering, we have NOT slept together. In any way, shape, or form. I know he wants to, but I'm not exactly sure I want to sleep with anyone. Ever. All sex has ever been to me is pain, blood, and misery. Why does everyone like it so much? I knocked gently on his door, and it opened. Jacky opened the door to reveal his room completely transformed. It was dark, except for several candles lining the wall. The bed was covered in rose petals. Wow. How cliché can you get? He smiled a small smile, while taking my hand. I swallowed hard. Why does it have to be so hard to breath? He slowly drew me to himself, and kissed me deeply. But the sad part about it? I didn't feel anything. Normally I felt a slight spark of happiness, but now, it was dead. I knew where this was going, but this isn't where I want to go! He gently pulled me toward his bed as he deepened the kiss. "Jacky stop. I can't do this!" I said as I pulled away. What was earlier a smile on his face, was now replaced with a thin line of anger. "God Elli! Are you going to be like this forever or what? I've waited a long time! Do you just not get it?" The anger growing in his facial features. I was genuinely afraid of him. He might be short, but I was shorter. "No I don't understand! I'm not a guy! Okay, but I can't do this! Its only been 3 months! It takes longer than that to heal the scars I have. I can never get those images out of my head. I will never be normal! If I do this now, do you know what'll happen? Huh do you? My life becomes a mess, and so does yours. You know what Jacky? We're over. I can't take it anymore. So we're done." And I walked out of the room. Tears blinded my vision as I ran to the bathroom. Why did he have to do that? Is that all I'll ever be good for is sex? That's all I was ever good for at home, so why not here as well! Maybe I am a slut just like my dad said I was. As I ran to my bathroom, I heard something that distracted me. Ryan was yelling at someone in his room. "Jen... Stop it okay! I said we were OVER! O-V-E-R oh and in case your deaf, here I'll sign it for you!" He said over someone's protests. A small smile escaped my lips. Finally! I was tired of listening to her bitchy accusations at Ryan. Serves her right. She barged out of the room with a "humph." I just smiled and waved. "Ciao bitch! I won't miss you!" I chuckled out. She only glared in return. I walked into the room, to find a shirtless Ryan. Picking up pieces of his shirt off the floor. "Jesus man did she try to rape you or something? I thought you were supposed to be the big strong drummer." I teased. He rolled his eyes. "Kinda.. She came in and kind of started ripping my clothes off... It was a little awkward. But I broke up with her, and she dug about ten cuts into my chest. Should make pretty mean scars." He laughed, and I laughed with him. But he was serious. "Did she try to rip your insides out with her fingernails?" I exclaimed. He was right. 10 long, deep, fingernail trails stretched over his chest. Blood slowly oozed out of each. "I'll be right back." I walked to his bathroom, and found some peroxide, and some bandages. I walked over toward him, and pointed to his bed. "You. Sit. There. Now." He chuckled. "I am a man you know.. I can do it myself." I shook my head. "Yeah but I know you. You won't do it. You'll forget, and then it'll get infected, and hurt like a mother, and you'll come bitching to me. Crying like a baby, just begging me to take care of it for you." I sighed dramatically. "I'm saving us all that trouble." He chuckled, while nodding his head. "Whatever you say sweetheart. Whatever you say." Yes he calls me sweetheart. So what? Call me a bitch and beg for more! "This will be kinda cold, and it'll fizz a lot, but it shouldn't sting." He nodded as I poured the peroxide on his cuts. I cleaned and bandaged them, then handed him another shirt. "Put that on pretty boy." I smirked at him. He smiled at me, and I blushed as I walked out of his room. "Goodnight Elli." I heard him say softly. "Goodnight Ryan." I returned. I no longer felt the need to go cut. I walked to my room, and fell into a dreamless sleep.


Ron's POV

I was rudely awakened by the sound of... Well I'm not really sure what it was. It was a song, but it was a song I've never heard before. Make sense to ya? No? I figured. Anyway, I was annoyingly awakened by none other than the devil herself. Elli. "Morning sleeping ugly!" She shouted over the increasingly loud music. "What the fuck is this anyway?" I yelled above the noise. Jesus Christ it's loud in here! "Deepest Cut by Get Scared. Why? Did you think it was one direction or some shit?" I had to laugh at that. She started it over, and sang along to the lyrics, making them a bit more comprehendible for someone as crazy as me.


Ah Shit!

My sky turns, from autumn to ash, I hate you more and more each day.
Because I grow, angry by the hour my circumstances look so grey.

Please don't forgive me, I can't forgive my self. The knife is planted in my back!

I'm the deepest cut, I'm the deepest wound, I'm the deepest lie you ever told. I'm the hardest part, I'm the blackest heart, I'm the darkest night that's way to cold. I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving. I'm the one who's always leaving you.

Like drilling holes, deeper than my fear, I fake the smile on my face. Constantly shoving your fingers down my throat, you know the best ways to bring the worst out of me.

Please don't forgive me, I can't forgive my self. The knife is planted in my back!

I'm the deepest cut, I'm the deepest wound, I'm the deepest lie you ever told. I'm the hardest part, I'm the blackest heart, I'm the darkest night that's way to cold. I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving. I'm the one who's always leaving YOU!

NOOOOOO!

Leaving, Leaving, Leaving, Leaving, Leaving!

I'm the deepest cut, I'm the deepest wound, I'm the deepest lie you ever told. I'm the hardest part! I'm the blackest heart! I'm the darkest night that's way to cold! I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving. I'm the one who's always leaving YOU!

Always leaving you!
Always leaving......


"You guys really need to broaden your spectrum in the almighty genre of heavy metal/Screamo.... Jus sayin!" She chuckled as she waltzed out the door. And she was probably right... "Hurry your slow ass Ron! We can't go without you!" She shouted when she was halfway down the hall. Oh shit what are they up to now?