Falling For You

Chapter Four

Amanda's POV:

I decided to put on Netflix. The cable barely had anything good on and my hero suggested that we would watch Avengers: Age Of Ultron. Apparently, he's a big fan of Marvel, which is something we got in common.

"You know, you never told me your name," I decide to bring up. "Brian," he says, giving me a quick glance. "Most people call me Synyster, which is my stage name. I spell it with a Y, instead of an I, though." How creative.

"So this band, Avenged Sevenfold. Are you apart of it?" I ask. He shakes his head, saying yeah. "I play the guitar. My brother-in-law, Matt is the lead singer. His stage name is M. Shadows." I wonder what the M stands for.

"So if you're in band shouldn't you be doing band stuff like being on tour right now?" I ask. "We're actually leaving on Monday morning for a concert in Sacramento. That's where the tour will start," he tells me. "Awesome," I say, gulping down some beer while looking at the TV.

Who would've thought that I would ever meet someone famous? But then again, I live in California so of course I would run into a celebrity. And just by looking at this guy you would believe that he's a rockstar with his long black hair, his black eye liner and his dark clothes. I'm not gonna lie, he's a pretty good lookin guy. In fact, he's a lot cuter than the guys that comes into the strip club. Heck, I probably wouldn't mind doing a private dance for him. And if he was to touch me, I'd give him a pass. Wait, what the hell am I saying? I shake my head, pushing the thought away.

"So what exactly were you doing at that strip club, anyway?" he ask. I mean, isn't it obvious? I work there. "That's where I work," I tell him.

"Doing what?" he ask, as if it's any of his business. "I'm a dancer," I say. "A dancer?" he ask. I nod my head. "Yep."

And that's when he starts laughing. Like, what the heck is so funny? "Someing funny?" I ask with a serious look. "Sorry," he says as the laughing dies down. "It's just that you don't look like the kind of girl to me. I mean, I would've thought you were there doing anything else besides dancing."

"What other job would I be doing at a strip club?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't know. A bartender, maybe," he says, which is true. I mean, look at Desiree. She works at a strip club, but she doesn't dance. She just stands behind the bar counter, serving drinks to the customers. Now that I think about it, I kinda wish I had her job. I'd much rather serve drinks than dance for men with barely anything on.

"And besides, you look too innocent to be dancing half naked for a bunch of guys. In fact, I think you're too good to be working at a strip club at all. As beautiful as you look you should be a runway model, instead," he tells me.

"Oh please," I roll my eyes, looking at the TV.

"I mean it," he says. "I can definitely see you working the runway. I mean, you're so darn beautiful I bet you have like, tons of followers on snapchat and Instagram." Little does he know that I don't even have a snapchat or an Instagram.

"You're so full of it," I laugh, shaking my head. "What can I say? I'm an honest guy. I tell it like it is," he says. Yeah I bet.

"So how come you don't wanna go home tonight?" I ask, remembering the reason why I even invited him in here in the first place. I look at him waiting for a response but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he's looking at his hand messing with a ring on his finger. Wait a second, he's married??

I look at him and I see anger and hatred in his eyes and it makes me wonder if it has anything to do with his marriage. "Brian, come on. You can talk to me. What's up?" I'm curious to know.

He let's out a sigh before finally having the courage to look at me. "It's my wife." I figured.

"Okay. What about her?" I ask, picking up the remote to turn the TV off before looking back at him.

"I caught her messing around with another man tonight," he says, shaking his head. Oh wow. That's awful. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that," I say. "Why would she do something like that?"

"Because she swore that I was cheating on her," he tells me. I hate to ask but, "Were you?" He shoots me a look. "No! Of course not. I loved that girl. I never thought about doing anything like that to hurt her. If there's one thing I hate more than anything is a cheater. If I was cheating on her, trust me, I would hate myself," he tells me.

"Sorry. I just thought I should ask," I say, feeling stupid. "It's fine," he sighs. "It just upsets me that someone I loved and cared so deeply for would do something like this to me. It really hurts. And trust me, she's done a lot of things that pissed me off, but this?" He shakes his head.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive her?" I ask. "Forgive her? I'm not even sure if I want to continue this marriage," he says. And I don't blame him for feeling that way. Who in their right mind would want to stay in a relationship with someone who cheated on them, anyway? You'd have to be that desperate.

"I don't know," he says. "I just got a lot of thinking to do." He slouches on the sofa covering his face with his hands.

Well, I guess that would kind of explain why he showed up at the strip club tonight, which I'm pretty grateful for because had he not shown up when he did that piece of shit would've had the time of his life raping the shit out of me. It's funny. I almost want to thank his cheating wife because she's the reason why he was there. It's not wrong of me to feel that way, right?

"But look, I don't wanna keep you up longer than I already have. After all, I'm not the only one who had a tough night tonight," he sighs. Looking at the time on my phone I realize it's getting close to 2:30am. "Yeah, you're right. We should both try getting some sleep," I say, getting up off the sofa.

"Are you gonna be fine sleeping out here on the couch?" I ask, not that I would've invited him to sleep in the bedroom with me. "Yeah, I'll be okay," he says before I could start walking towards my bedroom.

"Hey, Abby?" he calls out to me. I never gave him permission to call me by my nickname. That's what most people I know call me. But you know what, I'm going to give him a pass on that.

"Yeah?" I respond, looking at him. "Thanks. For letting me talk to you about this," he says. "I know we don't know each other, but still. It felt good talking to someone about it." I smile. "It's the least I could do after you what you did for me tonight," I say before walking to my bedroom.

"Goodnight!" I hear him say.

I walk into my room and close the door before taking off my clothes and changing into my sleepwear before climbing into bed. After the night I had, I'm sure as hell ready to get some shut eye.

Part of me is worried about going into work tomorrow night. I'm afraid that creep is going to show up at my job and try something again, especially after what I did to him. And as much as I want to tell Frank about what happened tonight, I'm pretty sure he's not going to do anything about it. Think about why Camilla quit. Gosh, I hate my life.

Deciding to stop thinking about tonight, I close my eyes falling asleep while hoping for a better tomorrow.
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Poor Synyster. It really sucks being betrayed by the one you love. How do you feel about this chapter? Don't forget to vote and leave a comment. Thank you all so much for supporting my story! I can only hope that you will continue support to support it. Anyways, until next time! And much love to you all! :)