Gwendolyn

Chapter 14 : Trevor.

Gwen's POV :

"Thank you!" I yelled into the mic. "Who the fuck is pumped for black veil brides??" I paused and let the crowd roar before asking again. They screamed louder the second time. The stage went black and I ran off. Jake lifted me off the ground as soon as he found me, spinning and kissing me passionately.

"Good luck, baby." I whispered. He put me down and ran on stage. I never got sick of watching them play shows.

I was sitting on a chair against the wall backstage, watching the last song of the night. That's when I heard my name. It was quiet and hard to hear under the music. I thought I was just focusing too hard. That's when I heard it again, but louder.

"Gwen??"

I looked up. My stomach dropped. It was Trevor. I have no idea how he got in.

I stood up and walked past him, as fast as I could. I scurried to the dressing room, slammnig the door shut behind me. Right as I tried to lock it, it flew open.

"Gwen..." He looked me up and down, slowly closing and locking the door.

"Trevor..." I whispered. "What are you doing here?..." My voice cracked, barely coming out.

"What?" He took a step towards me.

"What.." I straightened up and collected myself. "What the hell are you doing here." I looked him dead in the eyes, trying not to crack.

"I saw you were in a little band, and all your dreams were coming true." He fluttered his hads, mimicking fairy wings. "I had to see it for myself." He laughed, folding his arms over his chest. "You're not very good. How did you convince someone to let you open for them."

"I didn't. They came to me." How dare he come here and insult me like this...

"You're cute when you act tough. Just remember, I know who you really are." He stepped even closer now, standing only inches from me. "You're just a little bitch." He breathed.

"I would like you to leave, now." I stared at his chest.

"HAH! That's adorable! Standing up for yourself. Think you've changed??" He eyed me up, once again. "I don't think so." He pushed me to the floor.

Jake's POV :

I walked off stage after we finished the encour. I was excited to see Gwen. I hoped this town wasn't bothering her, anymore. I thought I saw her while we were just playing. Usually she's right here waiting for me. I stopped the first person I saw. It just happened to be her manager. "Where's Gwen?"

"She ran off into the hallway. Did you check the dressing rooms yet?" He asked, looking less than concerned.

"No. Thanks man." I ran off. I heard Andy yell my name after me. But I was concerned. I didn't want her to hurt herselt...

"Gwen??" I knocked on the door. I didn't hear anything come from inside. I tried the handle. It didn't open. "Gwen." I repeated, a little more worried. I slammed my body into the door.

"Dude. What's going on?" Andy appeared behind me.

"Something's wrong." I slammed into the door again. I lined up to try once more. I pushed, and Andy helped. We tumbled through and into the room. We stood, looking up. What I saw horrified me. "What the fuck are you doing." I knew what was happening. But why?? Gwen was pinned on the couch being strangled and fondled. I walked over and tore this scrawny fucker off of her, slamming him into the wall. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He smiled, smugly. I slammed his head into the wall again. He jsut smiled. I punched him in the face.

"Dude. Check on her. I've got this." Andy put a hand on my shoulder. I was so pissed. I wanted to kill this man. That feeling died when I saw her, though. It was replaced by a gut wrenching feeling. Then, a stronger urge to kill him again. Gwen was lying on the couch, unconcious.

"Hey, Gwen. Come one. Wake up." Her neck was red. Her underwear were on the other end of the couch. Jesus... "Wake up." I was getting frantic. "Security!!" I screamed. A big guy in a yellow shirt ran in and assessed the scene. Andy had the guy lying on the floor with blood dripping from his nose. I was cradling a limp Gwen on the couch.

"Call the police and have this man arrested." Andy stood over the cowering mess on the floor. The gaurd nodded his head and turned to leave."And get a damn doctor!"

I sat with her, making sure she was still breathing until the paramedics came. Andy stayed with Trevor and made sure he got what he deserved. I followed the ambulance to the hospital in one of our rental cars. By the time we got there, they had Gwen concious.

I jumped out of the car, almost forgetting to take the keys out and lock the fucker. Gwen tried to get off the stretcher when she saw me.

"Jake!" She cried. "What happened..."

"Shh... You don't need to think about that right now..." I held her hand as she got transferred into a bed. "You're going to be alright."