*you've reached Milly I'm not available now call back later byeee!"
This was the fifth time in an hour I've been sent to voicemail, I was starting to think she was declining my calls purposely. It's evident that I had been stood up even after almost killing a man last night. I sighed heavily picking myself up off the ground getting back into my car, worst night ever. The drive home was silent I didn't even turn on the radio, I just needed time to think.
When I got home I immediately starting stripping down to my underwear, and it was only 9pm. There was nothing good on TV so I left it on the music channel, old Motley Crue videos started to play. Girls girls girls being first and take me to the top last, I reluctantly checked my phone but still no answer.
How could she just disappear after everything that transpired last night, and not just the fight. She sat amongst me and the guys and fit the mold perfectly, now I couldn't even get a call back.
I tried to forget about it by drinking half a bottle of jack in under a minute, but that didn't work.
I found myself listening to Billy Squier "my kind of lover" and surprise surprise, Warrants "cherry pie." I must sound like a mad man to the people next door, I didn't care music is the best way to cope.
The events of the day just kept replaying in my head, wake up, get dressed, get stood up and left. I drank until I couldn't feel my face, no pain, no gain or love, just numbness. Time passed and I decided to take a cold shower to sober myself up a bit, it was almost 3 in the morning and I hated hangovers (don't we all).
I stood under the shower drain in the freezing cold until I started to feel like myself again. I quickly washed and rinsed off my body then wrapped around my waste, I checked my phone once more nothing.
I laid back down in bed not bothering to cover up, its my like anyone visits me anyway. It started to feel like I was floating because of how much liquor I consumed, trying not to fall asleep. My prayers were answered when my phone started to ring, but it 3 am you only despair calls at these hours.
I picked up the phone from my night stand sliding the call over without looking at the name.
"Yo Syn I need your help"I shot up from the bed and instantly stared to get dressed.
"What's going on Johnny is it Milly is she hurt?" I panicked frantically running around the room.
"Man this is so fucked up what am I gonna do I can't even call the police!" He cried through the other end of the phone, my stomach flipped upside down "Johnny where is she."
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RomanceBrian Haner Jr is a world renowned guitarist that goes by the name of Synyster Gates, he and the Avenged boys have done a lot of crazy shit over the years. But what happens when the parties over and his wife leaves him, will Syn ever get it together...
