The Beast And The Harlot.

Chapter 4 - "Chapter Four"

A/N: I've Decided that I will update every friday (Tell me if that is okay with you guys!). This will be a short chapter/shorter than the others, simply because I was going to put this section in chapter 3 and is a filler chapter. (I dont write long sections anyway because I'm a shitty writer). Tell me if you want me to update or not since I don't know who's reading this and wants me to carry on. Sorry if it doesn't make sense! Anyway enjoy.

P.S A/N: What do you guys think of the Oscar Pistorius Trial? Ya know if you guys are following it.

~Avenged Sevenfold played a concert, Syn and Zacky were doing their "usual stuff" on stage; leaning on each other, playing together, Etc. Yes, the "usual stuff" also includes collecting bras ;) ~

"Yeah, that concert was awesome, we kicked ass!" The Rev beamed while walking into our shared hotel room. "You're only saying that because of the drum solo you did" I joked, while putting my bag -that I retrieved earlier, from the hotel room that I had on my own last night or should've had on my own- on one the single beds in the room. Matt had already claimed the other single bed that was next to mine and The Rev and Johnny sharing the double bed which was across from ours.

Picking out some clean clothes so I could wear them tonight to the bar, I started to think, to be honest I was thinking a lot lately. I wish I could turn my mind off for a while. Especially when thinking about Syn.

I felt better sleeping in the same room as the guys because of the night before, if Syn came back he could talk to one of them and I could ignore him, he wouldn't crawl into bed with me either, since the other guys would be around or at least Rev and Johnny. Also if Syn were to bring a girl back, he would take her to his room and I wouldn't see it. The thought of Brian bringing a girl back made my heart heavy and made me want to cry.

Matt exited the bathroom after getting changed, which I ran towards with my clothes in my hand, not giving anyone else chance to use it, not even caring if they wanted to. This way if I broke down crying they wouldn't see me at all. I put the clothes on that were in my hand, not shedding a tear or feeling the need to, which I was grateful for. After doing so, checking myself out in the mirror I decided to comb my hair back. Feeling happy with myself, I chose not to change anything (The image I included is what Zacky looks like here!). I guessed the guys didn't need to use the bathroom or get changed in here since they didn't knock or shout for me to get the fuck out.

Leaving the bathroom, noticing the rest of the guys had just about finished getting ready "who's ready to party!" I called out -more of a statement than a question really- as soon as the words left my mouth we all had grins on our faces. "Yeah! Lets go get hammered!" Matt yelled.

We all left the room to go get Syn and drink our troubles away, some more than others of course.