Misery Business (Sequel to Never Let This Go) *Paramore*

Chapter Eight: Recovery...?

Hayley's P.O.V.

We decide to play ot old-school and have no intro, and just belt out Emergency as soon as we get on stage. Today is the first day of tour, June 19th. Tonight we're in Connecticut, about to rock the stage; the concert growing with the albums moving slowly up to date.

As I sing the lyrics, it's like everything we've been through the last few couple just disappeared and nothing matters but that words I am singing. That's just it. I'm wearing a tank but there are fan bracelets covering the scars lined up on my wrists, so not only can fans not see them, but I can't.

I also decided to eat a small salad an hour and a half before the show, so I'm proud. I don't want to feel so low anymore. I can't let Angela win. I won't let her. Every though I'm sharing the stage with my ex-boyfriend, he is still my best friend, and I even have Jeremy to level out the awkward tensions.

Let's just say, going through all of this made me think, what is the point of being miserable, because it isn't getting me anywhere at all. If and when Angela gets released, I know there's a huge chance for a relapse, but I have to try to be happy. At least for the fans.

Taylor and I haven't truly sat down and talked since that day I got burnt. I had to get stitches, but it's healing. As for Taylor, we haven't even been alone in the same room together, just because he's been avoiding me for almost two weeks now. It's a little disappointing, considering I truly still love him, but I know I let him down and this is how he's coping with that fact.

"Alright guys, we all know that the three of us have been through a lot of intense things for a few months, and let you guys down. We want to sing a certain song that reminded me of that though. Even though nothing I sing or Taylor or Jeremy plays can compare to the actions themselves, this song is for that. So let the flames begin!" I shout into my orange mic as Taylor starts his part.

For Let The Flames Begin, we included the outro and faded into Part II right after, like one big, old song. Through these words I keep expressing, I am screaming the same thing over and over again. 'This is what happens when you push my buttons and I get over it!' I am ready to move on, and I am so ready to be happy again. I can just hardly touch it.

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As Fall Out Boy performs their set, the guys and I watch side stage. To be honest, they have to be some of the most genuine guys I've ever met. They are a lot kinder and funnier than people think they are. At all of the conferences and meetings we've had, they were always the ones to be empathetic and sweet about everything. I don't think there is really a mean bone in there bodies. Then again, I've been through a lot so what do I know.

I came out for their song Sugar, We're Going Down to sing with Patrick and had a blast. Let's just say that the performance we shared a couple months ago was a 'sneek peek' of this concert. The first show of the tour is always great too, because the fans never know what's coming.

After the concert is over, I separate myself from the others to get showered and cleaned up. When reaching the dressing room, a man is just walking out of it. The man who raped me. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask him as tries to get away.

"Excuse me Pretty Lady, I have somewhere to be," he says pushing me into the wall. It isn't anything too bad, but it hurts for a moment or two.

"I said what are you doing?" I ask him a little more tense. I'm not even afraid of him anymore.

"What would you like me to do Williams?" he asks stepping closer. "Would you like me to continue what I started almost two months ago?" he touches the small of my back and I slap his hand away. He looks angered at this and he grabs the sides of my head and crashes his lips against mine. What is wrong with this guy?!

He's kissing me so that I can't move away, no matter how hard I try. His hands are holding my head. I use my knee to kick him where it hurts and he falls back trying to avoid showing me that I hurt him. It doesn't work. I run into the dressing room and try to lock the door, but he's too strong and gets in before I can lock it. He locks it behind him instead, pulling out a knife. "What are you going to do with that?" I ask him almost sarcastically.

"Call me David," he says, his large chest heaving up and down.

"Okay, David. What do you want from me?" I ask him.

"I've been hired to kill you, if you must know," he explains not so carefully with a serious face.

"Really? By the Evil Queen herself? I hope you know Snow White wins in the end," I say sarcastically. Okay, yeah, I just crossed the line.

"I hope you regret that before I force you to," David tells me. He raises his knife, but I can't afford to give up now, so I try to run, but he grabs me by my waist and throws me to the floor. I let out a loud scream for help, but nothing happens apart from being slapped. He has his long knife aimed at my heart now.

"Wait!" I yell at him. "Don't kill me, please! I'll let you do anything else just don't kill me," I beg with now tear stained eyes. He puts his knife down and picks me up by my hair, me trying not to scream too loud. He starts to kiss me again, and no matter how disgusting I find kissing his dirty mouth, I have to. Not that I kiss back, though. Soon enough, he starts to pull on my shirt. The horny bitch...

"On second thought, can you kill me instead?" I ask him as he finally pulls away. He doesn't answer, he just feels my body. "You realize I'm a sweaty mess, right?" I ask him trying to get away.

"Shut up," he tells me slapping my cheek again. It stings but that slap is the least of my worries at the moment.

"Taylor and Jeremy have a key they'll find me," I tell David, now against the back wall. He grabs me by my wrist and pulls me into the small bathroom. He basically rips my shirt and bra off, and I try to move away, but he starts biting every part of my upper half that doesn't want to be bitten, despite my after show sweat.

Soon, he is completely naked, and so am I, and I'm now trying to grab my underwear to put back on, but soon enough he is full blown raping me. It's not the first time, which scares me the most.

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Well it started off positive.