Greta Van Fleet Imagines

Hurt Part 2 (Jake Kiszka)

You jolted awake, panicked by the darkness and unfamiliar surroundings. You calmed once you rolled over and saw the light peeking out from under the curtain. You were back in your bunk. Jake must have carried you because the last thing you remember was crying on the couch in the dressing room backstage.

Quietly you stepped out of your bunk. Looking down, you realized you were still in the outfit from last night. Not wanting to think about it, you reached into Jake's open bunk and grabbed his blanket, wrapping it around yourself. Judging by the state of the back room and the hushed whispers coming from upfront, you figured you were the last one awake. You walked toward the slightly cracked door listening in on the guy's conversation.

"Did she say anything last night?" You heard Danny ask.

"No, she just kept crying. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep, and that's when I came out and got you guys." Jake explained.

"I say we don't bring it up." Danny stated.

"Don't bring it up? We have to bring it up. We need to make sure she's okay." Josh shouted.

"Shh." Sam hushed his brother. "She's still sleeping."

You slid back the door, making your presence known to the four boys. "Well, I was sleeping."

"Hey, good morning, Y/N," Jake said, sympathetically. You could feel the tone of the room change as you walked inside.

Danny stood up, offering you his seat on the couch near the window. You kindly accepted it as you watched him sit across from Jake at the small table on the other side of the bus.

"Today's a travel day. So, we're all just stuck on the bus." Josh stated as he handed you a cup of coffee. You reached out your hand in acceptance, which caused the sleeve of your flannel to slip back and expose the angry bruise around your wrist, an all too painful reminder of last night. You could feel four sets of eyes staring at your arm, and at that moment, you wanted nothing more than to disappear.

Quietly, you drank your coffee as you stared out the window taking in the scenery and thinking of anything to try and distract yourself. Suddenly you felt someone grab your arm, which caused you to snap around in a panic.

"What?" You Stuttered.

"I asked if you'd like to watch a movie today, Y/N." Sam asked.

Again, you felt four pairs of eyes burning holes into your skin. They were probably thinking about everything you did to end up in that situation last night. If only you watched from the side stage like Jake begged you too.

"What do you say? You can pick the movie." Sam offered.

The anxiety was overwhelming, and you began to feel like you couldn't breathe. "I- I'll be right back." You stammered, placing your coffee cup on the table before jumping up and running off to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Once inside, you turned on the light and looked yourself over in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared, and you had eyeliner stained down your cheeks. Not to mention the fact that your hair was in tangles. You knew your hair and makeup weren't the only evidence of last night. You slid your flannel off of your shoulder, exposing your black bralette. Carefully you moved the lace material examining the deep nail marks around your breast.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and you clamped your free hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet yourself. Looking up, you inspected the painful finger-shaped bruise that decorated your wrist. Even with a hand over your mouth, you couldn't contain the gasping sobs. You fell back against the wall as you attempted to breathe through the cries.