Good Girl, Bad Band (Escape The Fate, Falling In Reverse)

Chapter 9 - Bad Blood

Scar POV

Max lit up a cigarette on our way back to the hotel, dodging people as we walked.

"Tell me about the gang Scar. Now." He ordered, I rolled my eyes and slipped into the lobby after he put out his lit cancer stick.

"I will when we get into the room." I sighed and hit the elevator button. Max nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm scared." I whispered.

"Why?" His arms tightened their hold on me.

"That you're going to hate me after I tell you everything and that Danny's gunna come after me."

"Don't be scared. You're not gunna lose me. Im fucking here to stay!" By then the ding that alerted us that the elevator was here and we walked into the little box.

"You're not going to be able to look at me the same." I said with finality and he just shook his head.

When we got into the room I stripped and changed into pajamas, dark purple muave eggplant color pajama pants and a baggy white Blessthefall shirt that used to be Craig's. He has called me about where it went but my answer always stayed the same: No fucking clue.

I put my hair into a knot on the top of my head and laid down in the California king bed and watched as Max closed the curtains so the soon to be rising sun wouldn't wake us up.

He had already changed into just a pair of red pajama pants, he laid next to me in the bed and looked at me expectedly.

"The Vegas Cult is a big gang in Vegas, duh. If you pissed them off, the ruler, Danny, would send someone out to kill you or hurt someone you love. That person has been me a few times. Danny started it with a few guys before I got into the gang. Danny started hanging out with Craig and asked him to be in the Cult and he said no, so he recruited me. I had to kill someone to get in.. I killed Mark Jenkins. He was some druggie that no one noticed... or so I thought. No one understands how much it hurt and how much it haunts me to watch someone die like that and know that I'm the reason it happened. To get out I have to kill two people. Half the people that I talked to and knew about the gang think that I killed Lucas to get out.. But I didn't.. I watched him die. My love." I sobbed, cupping my hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. Max shook his head and pulled me into his chest.

"You need to get out of it." Max said.

"No I can't. I can't kill anoyone else."

"Scar..." He started.

"No! You don't get it!" I cried.

"I do get it. I get it. Tomorrow we'll get you outta here, ok?" He whispered.

I nodded and let him soothe me to sleep.

When I woke back up it was late afternoon, I stretched and left the bed to go shower. I watched the water go down the drain, but soon it turned blood red.

"Don't let me die Scar. Please?" A voice that I haven't heard in years cried in my head. Lucas. I kneeled on the floor of the shower, my hands cupping my head as I watched the blood seep down the drain.

"No no no!" I cried out. "Don't die!" I screamed out, tears running down my face.

"It's your fault." Lucas echoed in my head.

"No!" I screamed, letting the sobs finally break out of my lips.

The shower curtain was pulled back, revealing Max. "What the hell is going on in here?"

"The blood. It's everywhere. He's dying. It's my fault." I screeched.

He sighed, rubbing his face before he grabbed a towel and wrapping me in it.

"C'mon."

"No! He's dying!"

"Scar. Scar, look at me." He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him instead of the blood. "There's no blood ok? Just calm down. Ok? Deep breaths." He said calmly. I nodded and did as I was told, I glanced back at the shower, clear water filling the tub. I gulped and shook my head a little.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked him, my voice scared.

"I don't know babe. But we need to tell Craig. He will help you." He said and I nodded.

I turned the water off and walked to my suitcase to get clothes, I grabbed yoga pants and a Get Scared shirt and got dressed.

"He said to get you home as soon as possible." Max said as he hung up.

"I figured. I don't want to go back to counseling though."

"Counseling?"

"The flashbacks, shit like that."

"Like for PTSD?" He asked and I nodded.

"You really have seen a lot haven't you?" He asked me quietly and I nodded.

"Don't worry. You won't have to see it ever again." He smiled and kissed my forehead and I had a gut feeling he wasn't right.