My life has moved along quite nicely actually (SEQUEL MLFYWB)

Chapter Thirty Two

I had been pacing back and forth all day, every time I heard the door open I was scared either Ronnie or Vic was going to storm in and start shouting at me, I was particularly scared of Ronnie. I sat on the couch and thought for a second, I could flush the drugs and no one would ever know or find anything. No one was in the bus right now so I headed straight to my bunk grabbing the pills from my purse, I placed them all in the palm of my hand and started walking towards the bathroom when I heard the bus door open and saw Ronnie enter, I gasped as I charged towards the bathroom but Ronnie got to the door before me "Hey before you go in there, I was wondering whether you wanted to come check out our set?" I shrugged suddenly getting in a state of panic "Is everything ok?" I shook my head 

"Wait no I mean I'm fine" I kept my hand tightly shut behind my back. But one accidently slipped out of my grasp I stayed still hoping he hadn't noticed but what doesn't Ronnie notice? I parted my lips as he beant down to pick up the pill "What the fuck is this?" he studied it "drugs? Open your fucking hand!" I stepped closer to Ronnie and grabbed the pill from his hand. He chased after me as I went into the bathroom pulling up the loo lid and dropping them all into the bowl. I hovered my hand over the chain before pulling it and watching the pills dissapear in the swirl of water. I turned back to Ronnie and shoved him out of the way before going over to my bunk and grabbing all of my belongings and shoving them into my suitcase. "Deven? What are you doing, where are you going?" I pulled my boots on and walked down the steps of the bus before dragging my suitcase to the exit, Ronnie followed me as tears streamed down my face "Deven!" I could hear him calling me. I wasn't looking where I was going and I bumped straight into someone, I didn't bother appologising or looking up, I knew that chest it was Vic's. The guys surrounded me as I stood at the side of the road waiting for a taxi. It was getting cool so I pulled on a cardigan "Deven?" I looked next to me to see Vic "I, Are you ok? Tony told me about" I cut him off

"I'm going home" he blinked at me "No not to San Diego" he looked down at the ground

"You're going back to Vegas?" I shook my head as a taxi pulled up next to me 

"England, it was nice knowing you" I got into the taxi, I looked to the driver "Take me to the airport please" I didn't look at Vic as the car started moving, I turned around and looked out of the back window before breaking down. 

When I got to the airport I paid the driver and then headed inside and got a ticket for the next flight out to London. I'd get a train back to Portsmouth, I just needed to be with people who care and love me unconditionally. I was about to go through security when I heard someone shout my name I turned around to see Tony I sighed I would have much prefered it to have been Vic. "Deven, don't go please, Vic needs you he just won't admit it, he doesn't want you to leave" I shook my head and handed the person at security my bag and walked through the detectors "Fine, I'm coming with you!" I watched him as he ran off in the opposite direction. I rolled my eyes at his silly idea, he didn't even have his passport on him, plus he had the rest of warped to play. I went into the waiting area and looked at my phone for the time seeing I still had a five hour wait till my flight. I sat back in the seat and went on Twitter "Going back to England I'm so done with America" I posted the tweet and slumped into the seat. Suddenly I was bombarded with tweets from randomers I'd never seen before saying things like it's my fault that PTV have cancelled the tour. I was confused so checked the band twitter page and read the statement they had posted

'We are sorry to inform that we will not be contiuing on the vans warped tour due to Vic's current mental state.'

I screwed my eyes up at the statement why would they cancel the tour just like that, Vic didn't seem that bad when I just saw him... I was eager to get back to the UK and this five hour wait was killing me, only two hours to go I thought to myself as I grabbed my phone out of my bag again to see I had recieved some messages.