When I got to San Diego I took a cab to my friends house. His name was Mike and he had a brother named Vic. I met him at work too and currently he was on tour. He said if u ever needed a place to stay to come here.
With my phone in hand I dragged my bag back to the guest bedroom and threw it down. I was still checking the one-hundred and seventy notifications I had left.
Currently I was scrolling through Instagram to see what all my friends had been up too. My heart sank when I saw that Balz had gotten engaged to Ryan. Not because I don't want them to get married but because no one had told me.
Sometimes I believe people forget I am a person. They set me aside in the dark until I come crawling back into the light.
When I am deployed no one tells me anything. Hardly anyone skypes me or writes me. That is another peril of war. Even though I am protecting you I am forgotten.
I lock my phone and set it in the counter. Altpress hasn't contacted me yet but they probably haven't heard I'm back. I missed working with Nick Major.
The house was a cool seventy-two degrees and I decided to lye down and think. Where should I go? I couldn't stay forever in Mike's house. With Ricky out of my life I couldn't go back to Pennsylvania. What about London?
I had stayed at vacation house there once and it was always available. There I could go and meet with Ben,James,Sam,Cameron and Denis Stoff. They were also my friends. I'd known Ben way before I ever started working at Altpress. We met over the Internet when I was seventeen.
Tonight I would stay and get some rest and hopefully my stuff would arrive in a couple of days. Mike wouldn't mind if I stored some of it here,right?
I decided to go through my Twitter. After scrolling for dirty minutes I came upon a post that made my heart sink. Danny Worsnop back with Asking Alexandria.
I screamed so loud I'm sure the neighbors would be calling the police in a couple minutes. My phone skirted through the air and landed on the couch.
Nobody has any fucking decency to tell many any damn thing. I've been shot multiple times and it doesn't compare to the bullets my friends fire at me.
I scheduled a flight to London immediately to see Ben and give him a piece of my mind.
