Another You - Austin Carlile, Tony Perry, Chris Motionless

Sailing Away

"Please, just come and get me," I sobbed into my phone. "Tony please, I am begging you to just come pick me up and take me home. I want out of here right now. Please, just call me back." 

I hit the call end button and brought my knees to my chest. I took a deep breath and let it back out, trying to keep myself calm and relaxed. My hand was killing me and I knew that I would need to get it checked out but I couldn't think about that. 

I thought that the first time he confronted me, if he ever did, would have been calmer, more relaxed, just like a normal conversation. I didn't think he would scream at me in front of everyone and end up being hit in the face by me. 

"Pearce," a small voice asked. 

I looked up and saw Chris towering above me, a guilty look on his face. "Go away," I hissed. I'd allowed myself to be seen in a vulnerable moment. Chris knew what I was like last night and thinks that I'll be just as emotional. Well, not so much. I knew I should have kept the hard ass, cold, bitch act. 

"Please," he scoffed. "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this." 

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "Go. Away. I don't want you here, so why don't you run back to your girlfriend." I knew it was low but I'm not really in a great mood. 

"Are you kidding me," he hissed. "You're pissed at me because I'm happy with a girl, one that isn't you?"

You talk too much

You never shut up

Everything I do for you is never enough

You snore, you drool, 

You talk in your sleep

Won't get a night's rest until you're six feet deep

I promised you forever

But we both know,

We're never gonna get along

You want it, you got it

Here's your freakin’ song 

I quickly answered my phone, knowing that it's Tony. "Tony," I asked desperately. 

"Rory? Rory, what's wrong? Why are you crying," he asked quickly, worry in his voice

I looked over at Chris and contained my tears. "Please, I'll tell you if you come and get me. I want to go home, Tony. I don't want this anymore. I want a different dream, I don't want to run PR or tour with bands."

"Oh baby," he whispered softly. "That's not what you want, that's what you think you want. I'll be there before bus call, it'll take me about three hours but I promise I'll be there." 

"Th-thank you, Tony," I muttered, ignoring the crack in my voice. I wanted to cry, I wanted to tell him everything but I didn't want Chris to be right here next to me. 

"I'll see you soon, love. Stay strong for a few more hours," he encouraged. 

I nodded even though he couldn't see me and muttered another thank you before hanging up and letting my head hit the wall. I groaned but ignore the short burst of pain. I knew Chris was looking at me, judging me, but I didn't want to face him. I'm wasn't happy here, I didn't know what made me think I would be happy.

"You're not serious," Chris hissed. 

 I finally looked at him, my mouth in a straight line and once again my face showing no emotions. "Yeah Chris, I am. I am so fucking serious, you don't even know."