Falling For You

Chapter Eleven

Synyster's POV:

"Fine," I say, putting the beer bottles down on the counter before looking at Michelle and folding my arms. "Say whatever it is you have to say."

She takes a deep breath and blows it out. I roll my eyes, already getting impatient. "Talk, Michelle."

"Okay," she says. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened on Friday night, okay? I never meant to hurt you. I only did what I did because I swore you were messing around with other girls when you weren't home and out with the guys."

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I wasn't?" I ask. "You just didn't trust me, Michelle. Admit it. Admit that you didn't trust me and that's why you did what you did."

She opens her mouth, but no words come out.

"Hello? Earth to Michelle," I say, waving my hands in front of her face. "Did you or did you not trust me?"

"Fine. No. I didn't," she finally admits. "Exactly," I say. "And because you didn't trust me you went behind my back and started messing around with another guy. And for how long, exactly? Huh? How long have you been doing that behind my back?"

"For three weeks," she mumbles. I lean forward to make sure I heard that correctly. "I'm sorry. Did you say three weeks?" I ask. She nods her head as tears now fills her eyes.

"Wow." I shake my head. "You're a slut," I say, grabbing the beer bottles and start walking off.

"Brian, please!" she begs, grabbing my arm before I quickly snatch it away as I turn around to face her. "Don't fucking touch me!" I yell, making her cry.

"You're a fucking whore and as of right now I don't want to be anywhere near you, got it? I'm going back over to Zacky's tonight. I refuse to stay in that damn house, sleeping in that same damn bed with you. Just being here with you right now is getting under my fucking skin. So please, stay the hell away from me!"

"Brian."

I turn around to find Jimmy standing in the kitchen with us. I move away from Michelle, walking over to where Jimmy stands. "You okay, bro? What's going on in here?" he ask, looking over at the sobbing Michelle.

"It's nothing, man. I'll explain to you, later," I say, walking off to head back outside.

I walk right over to Zacky, handing him a beer bottle. "Thanks," he says.

I take my seat next to Abigail and start drinking my beer. "You okay?" she ask in sort of a whispering tone. "You were in there for a little too long and I saw Michelle going in after you."

"Yeah. I'm fine," I say, giving her a weak smile. She smiles back, patting me gently on the leg. "Okay. Like I said before, try not to let her get to you. Besides, after tonight you won't even have to deal with her for a while. So just try to stay cool, okay?"

I nod my head. "Okay." I bring the beer bottle up to my mouth, taking a few more gulps.

But she's right, though. After tonight, I'll be far away from Michelle as possible. Far away from her bull shit. Far away from the stress and the fights. It's really gotten to the point where I can't take it anymore. If I would've known this marriage was going to be a huge mistake, I wouldn't have proposed to her. Truth be told, she wasn't even this bad when we were just dating. I mean, yeah, she had some flaws, but not as bad as she does now. I feel like I setted myself up for failure. I should've known she was gonna become a lot worst in this marriage. What the hell was I thinking?

The back door slides open and Jimmy steps outside. "Uh, I just wanted to inform you all that Michelle said she had to leave."

"Awe. Did she say why?" Val asked.

"Said she wasn't feeling too well. Must've been something she ate before she came over here," he shrugged, walking over to his seat.

Bull crap, but whatever. At least now I can enjoy myself and not have to worry about her stirring up some drama.

"Oh. Well, I'll just give her a call later to check up on her," Val says.

"In the mean time, why don't we tell everyone what you and I were just discussing about," Matt tells Val.

I look at Matt, wondering what he's talking about. What exactly was he and Val talking about? Are they expecting a baby? Am I about to be an uncle? Well, that's if I even stay in this marriage with Michelle.

"What's going on?" Johnny ask Matt and Val.

I watch Val look towards Abigail's way. Whatever it is must have something to do with her.

"Abi," Val started. "So Matt and I were over here talking annnd.... We thought it would be a great ideal if you join the band on tour."

Wait, what? Is she serious? Are they serious? Everyone seems to be quite surprise with this sudden decision, especially Abigail. I mean, of course I wouldn't mind if she did came on tour with us. It would be the perfect opportunity for us to get to know her a little bit more.

"You would be working as a roadie. A road crew member," Matt starts to explain. "Basically, you would be helping out with things such as sound checks, moving instruments around and setting up for our concerts. That's pretty much it, really. The job isn't that hard. It does pay well. And you're technically attending concerts for free."

I look at Abigail and she looks at me, not sure about what she should say. It's up to her weather she wants to take this job or not. Like I said before, her going on tour with us would be a great opportunity for us to get to know her better. Honestly, I want her to take this job. I want her to take it because I know this would be good for her.

"So what do you say, Abs?" Matt ask. "Do you think this is something you can see yourself doing?"

She looks at him. "Um, I don't know. I... I never been far away from home for too long before. Let alone traveling with a famous rock band."

"Well, I honestly think you should take this job," I tell her. "And besides, after what you've just been through you could probably use some time away from home."

She looks down at the ground, thinking of a decision to make. I know it's a last minute notice in all, but I really think this would be a good thing for her. She just lost her job last night. But if she says yes, she would have a new job by tomorrow morning. Like, come on. Saying no to this would be like saying you'd rather become a homeless person and live on the streets. Like, who in their right mind would want that? You would gotta be a pretty stupid person to say no to a job opportunity.

"Okay," she says, lifting her head up, looking at Matt. "I'll take it. I'll take the job."

Yes!

"Are you sure?" Matt ask. She nods her head. "Yes. I'm sure. Like Brian said, I could definitely use some time away from home after the unfortunate incident on Friday night. And not to mention, I do need a job so hey, why not take this one, right?"

"Okay. Great. Awesome," Matt says, thrilled to hear her answer. "I should probably go give Larry a call right now to inform him. I'll be back out." Matt gets out of his seat and heads into the house.

I look at Abigail, happy with her decision to join us on tour. "Who's Larry?" She ask. "Larry is our band manager," I tell her. Larry is a pretty cool and supportive guy. Without him, we wouldn't even be where we are today.

"You really think I'll be able to handle this kind of job?" she ask.

"Of course I do. And don't worry, you'll have people to help you, so you're going to be fine. You'll like it, trust me," I tell her. It's like Matt said, the job isn't even that hard. I'm sure she'll get the hang of it after the second day at least. She will be fine. I have faith in her.
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How lucky is Abigail? I wish I had the opportunity to tour with Avenged Sevenfold. Darn, I'm so jelly lol.

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