Ricky's POV
"Alright! I fucking get it!" I yelled back at Chris after exiting the stage. No one could say a word to me without biting my head off for what I did to Haley. Chris has even gone as far as to trip me while we were playing.
"I really don't think you fucking do!" Brandon joined in. I growled slightly, I'm sick of this.
"Really, because none of you bastards would be suspicious if your girlfriend and the guy she cheated with were sneaking around?!" I screamed, folding my arms.
"They weren't fucking sneaking around, asshole!" Ryan yelled. By now, everyone in the band had joined in the screaming match.
"Rick, you need to fucking stop. You told her you forgave her and you need to actually live up to that." Chris said calmly.
Just then, Andy from Black Veil Brides came running up to us.
"Have any of you seen Haley? I can't find her anywhere!" His words echoed in the depths of my mind as they attempted to be understood.
Did she run away because of me? Did someone take her? My mind was running in all different directions and it felt as if I were trapped inside of a tornado due to the dizzy feeling I had. This is all my fault.
Haley's POV
I woke up inside of a musty, pitch black room. My head was throbbing and I felt as if I might vomit. Whoever had taken me, had surely given me a nasty concussion.
I attempted to stand up, but was stopped by something metal holding me to a brick wall. That's when I realized I was fully naked.
"Don't struggle, they only get tighter and tighter." A sickly familiar voice gawked. I refused to reply; I would not make a sound. That would only satisfy him.
I heard the hollow thumping of Greg's footsteps toward me and I immediately coward against the wall.
"Don't be scared. I don't want to hurt you. We're just going to have our happily ever after," He cooed in a creepily sweet voice, "Did you miss me?" I didn't even move to signify that I had heard him.
I heard his hand slice through the air as it raced toward me, making an obnoxiously dramatic slapping sound. I fought to hold back the whimper that begged to be released from my lungs. He would not win.
"Alright, bitch, if you won't talk, then we'll just have some fun." I shuddered at the way he said 'fun'. I knew from previous experience what he meant by that and I assumed do to the current situation that it would be worse than ever before.
The door clicked, signifying that he had left. A bright light suddenly cut through the dark haze. Greg returned with a cardboard box filled to the brim with 'toys'. He set them down beside me, running a hand through my messy hair. I flinched at his touch, causing him to growl.
"Remember all the memories we have with these? Why don't we make some new ones?" He chuckled darkly.
Reaching inside, he retrieved a long iron rod with a sharp tip. It was meant for fireplaces, but Greg had other ideas in mind.
With his free hand, he wondered up my unclothed thigh. I was shaking uncontrollably which resulted in a cocky smirk from my captor.
"Shall we begin?" He laughed, reaching to grab the iron rod. After doing so, he also rummaged through the box until he found a long-nosed lighter. With an evil grin, he clicked the trigger and began to heat the rod.
After two or so minutes, the iron was glowing orange. Greg sauntered over to me. Swinging his muscular arm, he brought the cold end of the rod down on top of my scared thighs. I merely jumped at the contact.
"These scars because me? Good, you deserve them." Greg taunted. With the still orange side of the rod, he created the same motion. This time, an angry red burn mark was left on top of the thin, pink bruising line the rod had left.
I retreated into the depths of my mind. I didn't bother to listen to him, it's not like I was going to answer anyway. Why was this happening to me? Is it because of what I did with Josh? Would Ricky care enough to come look for me? He probably hates me. I bet all the guys were having a big party now that I wasn't there to be taken care of. I was nothing but a burden that they felt they had a duty to pretend to be friends with. I bet even Devin didn't truly like me. They just pitied me. My life is a lie and I deserve every bone crushing blow Greg desides to dish out.
