Twisted Vegas

Staring at the computer screen I'm shocked to see a bunch of trashy tabloid websites announcing that Synyster Gates had gotten married during our time in Las Vegas. Reading this garbage makes me glad that we'd talked about this happening. Grabbing my phone I punch in Brian's number.
"Someone better be dying." He grumbles after the third ring.
"I just wanted to give you a heads up. Somehow the press got ahold of the story a few gossip sites posted you got married while we were in Las Vegas." I hear Brian groan.
"Thanks for letting me know." He says after a minute.
"Anytime. Later man."
"Later." We both hang up.
I shut the computer down then head upstairs. Val's eyes pop open.
"Sorry for waking you," I lean over pecking her cheek. "Go back to sleep."
As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out.
Brian's Pov:
Matt calls to tell me some crappy gossip sites broke the story about me getting married in Las Vegas. The second we hang up I grabbed my laptop. Thankfully all they had was that I got married. It wasn't anymore than that.
My mind was eased to t see that no one knew I was married to some random woman. I'm surprised it took this long for rumors to start up. Powering down my laptop I force myself back to sleep.
* * * The Next Morning * * *
Beep. Beep. Beep. Blares my alarm clock. No, it's too early; my mind screams. I supress my groan and climb out of bed. Quickly I'm clothed and on my way to the studio. Today Avenged started work on our next record.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. We had been in the studio for three and a half months working on our next record. Everything was coming along perfectly.

Matt had been acting off for the past month. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what was going on but I knew Matt simply wasn't himself.

We were in the middle of writing a new song. Matt jumps up. He mumbles something then storms out. The rest of us decided to call it a day.

~ That Night ~

I ring the door bell. A few minutes later Val opens the door.

"He's down stairs." She says stepping aside to let me in.

Her face tells me that she too has noticed Matt isn't himself. I take the basement stairs two at a time. Matt is right where I thought he would be; in his gym weight lifting. I sit down refusing to interrupt him.

Unknown Pov:

I was sitting in my chair at the studio. Another night I slept so shitty I could barely function the next day. The heaviness of my eyes bested me.

Empty shot glasses lined the table. Alcohol's familiar haze consumes me. Tits are shaking in my face. A hand with fake red finger nails trails down the length of my arm. I blink. Suddenly I'm somewhere else.

I glance around quickly realizing I'm on a bed in a hotel room. Strong hands massage my abdomen ascending my collar bone.

Butterfly kisses span the entire surface. The hands grab my face. Anther face becomes level with my own.

"Ready for round two?" The person asks.

I try to clear my confusion by blinking. It dawns on me, I recognize this person. It's...

I shoot up out of my chair. The guys are all looking at me.

"Fuck." I grumble.

One last glance around the room and I'm out the door in a flash. Hopping in my car I slam my foot on the has pedal not letting up till I'm home.

It was bad enough that I revisited that dream every night for the past month but for it to happen around the guys just wasn't right.

This needed to stop. I honestly wasn't sure how much longer I could stand this.

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