Trusting Love • t.m

Chapter 1

Part I - Life Will Be Hard

I fall to my knees. . .

. . .He slapped me with the belt on my back. . .

. . .Nothing was more pain relieving.

I picked myself up, and got knocked down. I get back up and fall over with blood dripping off my face.

"And that is what you get for being a fucking stupid girl," my dad said and kicked me as hard as he could.

I sat there, in pain for what seemed hours.

* a week later *

I finally convinced my mom to take me to a Before You Exit concert. And it was today.

I put on my leggings and a BYE shirt. I brush my hair to the perfect curl that my hair naturally held. I put on red lipstick, foundation, mascara, and eye liner. I put on my UGGs and put on my coat. I was ready for this concert.

At the concert, they were picking people for covers to sing.

Then, I was picked.

I got on stage and I picked All of Me.

I was never this happy, not even in dreams. I was stunned for a few more seconds, then I started to cry. I just listened to the songs.

Then, I was surprised to have their mom bring us backstage. My stepdad had his Desert Storm hat on.

We got a picture with them. I gave Toby a note that said:

Dear Before You Exit,

I love you guys with all my heart. I just wish you all loved me back.. Do you? Because no one loves me, it feels like. I am ugly, stupid, fat, weird and everything like that.

I just wish you could understand what I go through. Not that you should understand properly. You guys just make it worth living. Not that you cause it - you just keep me moving. You guys are my heroes. Believe it or not, you guys are my best friends.

It may not seem like it, but you really are. A follow on Twitter would be lovely. BYEBrii

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you if you care. Thank you for saving me even though you don't know me.

Love,
Bri xx

I walk out and go home..

* Toby's Pov - later that night *

I open that crazy quiet girl's letter. If I wasn't so nice, I probably would've thrown it away. She was so crazy shy. You almost had to shove a voice out of her, but it was kinda cute to be honest.

I read it to myself.

Dear Before You Exit,

I love you guys with all my heart. I just wish you all loved me back.. Do you? Because no one loves me, it feels like. I am ugly, stupid, fat, weird and everything like that.

I just wish you could understand what I go through. Not that you should understand properly. You guys just make it worth living. Not that you cause it - you just keep me moving. You guys are my heroes. Believe it or not, you guys are my best friends.

It may not seem like it, but you really are. A follow on Twitter would be lovely. BYEBrii

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you if you care. Thank you for saving me even though you don't know me.

Love,
Bri xx

"Bri," read off my lips. Her name feel off my lips perfectly into the air. Then, I unlocked my phone and followed her.

Her profile was a black and white photo of her biting her lip. Her background said listen, I am not perfect. Nor is my past. Her bio stated 13 | BYE lover | bisexual | music

I thought she looked pretty perfect to me. Her long eyelashes perfectly, slightly twisted together and black eyeliner playing peek a boo. She was so flawless, it was almost ... a feeling of ... I don't even know.

I started going through her tweets.

Oh look, no one cares again. Food.

Food would be great.

Let's eat.

Food should live with me.

Pizza is a great life.

What if I became a pizza girl?

What if I rob pizza for a living? How much money would I make?

Sleep. Wifi. Pizza. Sleep. Sleep. Wifi. Pizza.

P I Z Z A

listen. Pizza is my life.

Who needs money? I have p- oh yeah. You need money for that. I guess money does give you happiness.

I was laughing at her tweets. Her tweets were all about food. That was my idea of someone that I would live with.

Wait. I don't move in with her or anything, I just met her.

I fold up the note and shove it in my pocket. I go get something to eat, those tweets made me hungry. I still thought about her though. About her note, what did she go through? I decided after eating a bologna sandwich, that I would DM her.

I sent her this: hey Bri. Is the "xx" part of your name too? ;)

I didn't get the instant response I was expecting. So I just went to sleep after changing, and brushing my teeth.

* two days later *

We had a day off of tour. Nothing could be more relaxing then sleep.

But Thomas was sick, and got everyone else sick too. Generally, I am very tired, and truthful when I am sick.

I was tweeting about food. Then, my truth telling kicked in when I started mentioning a girl that talks about food.

I checked to see if she DMed me back, and she did - a minute ago. It was her phone number. Well, I was guessing it was hers. I DMed her, asking if was, indeed hers. She replied with a yes.

I texted hi Bri xx . She didn't reply so I just waited, then I realized I need my medication.

After about twenty minutes, I call her. She picks up, "h-hey Toby."

I get up and start running out the door.

"Hi Bri xx," I say, laughing. "W-Why did you call me?" She asks. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to talk about your letter, like what do you go through?" I ask her.

"I wish I could tell you Toby." She sighs. She had a high pitch voice - like she was scared. "Oh, why can't you?" I ask awkwardly. "You'd be the first one I would tell, and guess what? It would be the last thing I told a soul except maybe some screams. I cannot talk now. Bye."

She hung up...

* three days later *

I tried to call her, but no answer. I call her again and she answers.

"Toby," she breathes. "X," I decided to call her. "Do you come up with nicknames for all your fans?" She giggles.

"Just the ones that give me their numbers.." I giggle back. "Oh, so Toby. What's up?" she asks. "Nothing, just running." I say, "you?" She just mumbles. "What?" I ask. "I said nothing. I was yawning though," she giggled. Then I suddenly, had no idea where I was at. "Hey X, you wouldn't happen to know your way around Pittsburgh would ya?" I ask.