arlette's pov
i woke up in the back of the bus with a pounding headache. my vision was blurry, and my legs were sore. memories from the night before were flooding in. ethan did things. i remember him touching me and whispering things to me. everything was still blurry. see arlette? boys don't like you. they want your body. i started to cry as i felt the bruises on my body. no one could know.
i opened my phone and scrolled through twitter to talk to some fans to try to stop crying. they were upset i didn't meet them, but they didn't understand.
jenna walked in the back, smiling like a fool. she sat next to me, before patting my leg. she was staring. again.
"soo?" she nudged me and i faked a quick smile and shrugged. "do you like him?"
fuck. "uh ha i don't know-why?" i got nervous.
"well he's coming to the next show!"
i froze. the boy who hurt me is coming back. i was shaking, but i tried to stop myself. i slowly got up and faked another smile at jenna before heading to my bunk. i didn't look at anyone as i walked in the bus and got into the small area. i shut the curtain quickly, and put in my earbuds to listen to music. i found the front bottom's album and played it softly. i was crying and i had to keep moving a positioning myself so i wouldn't lay on a bruise.
i didn't want to fall asleep, because i didn't want to dream. i didn't want to see ethan again. don't eat then. i wasn't going to. i haven't eaten since before i saw ethan. i didn't want to leave my bunk,
or eat, or talk to anyone. i was too tired.
josh's pov
arlette went into her bunk this morning and hasn't come out yet. she hasn't eaten anything, or talked to anyone. mark opened the curtain to her bunk, and she was just laying there. her earbuds were in, and she had her back turned towards us.
i had a weird feeling in my stomach. i didn't trust ethan. he looked like he was going to hurt ar when i saw him with her. the first date obviously didn't go as everyone thought it would.
it was getting late, and ar needed to eat, and plus the show was about to start. i opened to curtain. she was in the same position as hours ago. "ar, you need to eat." she squirmed. i reached out to touch her shoulder, and she flinched under my touch. she still wouldn't turn around. i grabbed her around the waist and pulled her out, but she started kicking and screaming. i quickly put her on he couch and she winced at where i touched her.
"arlette i know ethan hurt you. you need to tell us because we can stop him," i tried to soothe her. she shook her head, "im seeing him again tonight. he didn't hurt me. im just a little sad, thats all." i sighed. she got up from the couch and walked outside. goddammit.
sorry this was short the next chapter will be vvvvvv long
