Happily Ever After??

Eight

As I lay there on my bed, my back burning, I cry. Not for the fact that it happened. Not because it's happening. Not even because of who is doing it. But because of Chris's words that echo around in my head. 
"Deep down, he does feel bad about all of this"

Does he really? Does he really feel bad about this? We grew up together. We road our first bike together. We did everything together. Then we grew apart. I was hoping that when we came back together we'd be close like we were before. But I guess that was too much for me to ask for. I hear footsteps coming toward my door. Quickly I throw a blanket over me and pretend to be asleep. 
The person walks in, stays for a moment then walks out. Once the footsteps are further away I sit up and look around. I notice an envelope on my bedside table. I grab it and see my name on the front. I open it.
It looks like a series of emails. One is moms email and the other is one that I don't recognize. 
chris.motionless@gmail.com 
I skim through the four pages. It seems like mom is asking if I can meet this person in person because I liked them so much today and because she is scared that something is going on. The mystery person responded and said that that is an amazing idea and that he hopes it'll make me feel better. 
The other two emails are basically just saying thank you and you're welcome. I smile and think about who it is. I get to meet Motionless in White tomorrow. I can't fucking wait.
I attempt to sleep but I am way to excited. I decide to begin to do some research on the band.
I get out of bed at 5 in the morning and begin to get ready. I shower but avoid looking in the mirror. I get dressed in the bathroom to ensure that no one sees the cuts on my back and shoulders. 
I decided to wear a pair of black leggings, a cropped long sleeve shirt that says "Unholy" on it and a pair of black creepers. The leggings are really high wasted so nothing on my back should show. I do a simple black and purple smokey eye as well as some foundation and a black lip.
I sit around and wait for noon to come around. 
As the time rolls closer mom walks into my room. James is still asleep so I don't have to worry about him. 
"Are you ready to go?" she asks. I nod excitedly and damn near jump off of my bed. It's not a far drive so I can only get one song in. I choose Abigail by MIW. 
We get to their RV/tour bus and mom knocks on the door. The one short haired guy in the band who I've come to know as Josh but he prefers to be called by his last name Balz.
He seems to know why we are there and lets us in with no problem. I see everyone sitting around in the RV. In the kitchen table area Ricky who is the guitarist and Devin who is the new bassest. Devin prefers to go by the name of Ghost. Sitting up on the bunk above the drivers bay is Ryan who is the other guitarist and Balz who jumped up there after opening the door. On the small couch is Chris who is the lead singer and the one who mom was emailing and Angelo who is the drummer. I also catch a peek of Mike Kuza who is part of their crew in the back area, walking around half asleep but also rushing like he is late for something. 
Chris smiles when he sees me walk in.
"You must be Jayy, I'm Chris. It's nice to meet you" he stuck his hand out like he wanted me to shake it. I did, but as my shaking hand was extending my sleeve pulls up and Ricky seems to notice my arm. I finish the hand shake quickly and pull down my sleeve as soon as I can. They tell us we can sit down so we do. Not long after we do someone calls mom. She gets up but I get a glance of the name. 
Connor

What's he calling for? Mom steps outside and takes the call while I stay in and continue to talk to the guys. 
Ricky looks at me. "Hey Jayy, can we talk for a second?" he asks. I know where this is going. I nod and I stand up. He leads me over to the back area near the bunks. I start shaking. 
"What's going on? I saw your arm." he says. I start shaking even more and it starts to get harder to breathe. Do I tell him? What'll happen if I do? Will he find out? 
I'm gonna do it.
"M-m-my boy-bboyfriend is really..." I can't bring myself to finish that sentence. I start to cry. He pulls me into a hug and calms me down.
"Can you show me where he hit you?" Ricky asks. I shakily nod. He carefully takes my right arm and rolls up the sleeve. He damn near gasps when he sees the word whore along with lines scratched into my arm. He does the same with the left finding the same but the word slut instead. I then turn and show him my back. 

There are so many unhealed cuts on my back that I can't even see the skin anymore.  A lot of them are infected because they have never been cleaned and they keep getting re-opened.
"You need to go to a hospital. These are infected." Ricky says. I start shaking my head vigorously and start to hyperventilate.
"Then he'll know. Then he'll know someone knows." I begin to freak out and have a full on anxiety attack. 
This is when the others start to notice and come rushing back. Ricky instantly comes to my side to calm me down.

"Alright, alright. No hospitals okay?" I start to calm down.
"What the hell happened?" Chris asks.
"We'll talk about it later" Ricky reply's.
"Guys" I say weakly, mid anxiety attack. "I feel dizzzz-"
And that's the last thing I remember.