Walk With Me

Erika watched bitterly as the red headed girl took Arin’s bandaged hand and brought him to the center of the dancefloor. He looked awkward, but when the girl seductively placed his arms around her waist, Erika closed her eyes.

“Maybe he was just attracted to you, I dunno.”

She heard Johnny muttered and it made her turned towards him. He was drinking his vodka shots consecutively and started to sound jittery.

“Brian hadn’t been much of a womanizer ever since he got engaged.”

Erika listened aimlessly as her eyes still looking over at the dancefloor - at Arin who was now dancing comfortably with that girl. He was smiling. Erika clenched her palm into a fist.

“But don’t get him wrong. He’s just a normal guy. Hell I would make a move on you if Lacey hadn’t been so good to me.”

Erika sighed, and stared at the tall glass of pint in front of her.

“This is what Matt feared of.”

That got her attention. “Matt?”

“Yeah. Before we decided to take you and Arin on this tour he didn’t want you. He was worried that something could happen between you and one of us. It could destroy our band.”

“But Johnny, I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know. I know you’re cool. You treated us like brothers, but we’re normal guys for God’s sake. We have needs.”

Erika laughed in disbelief. “What do you mean, needs? Needs for fucking? Just take one of the girls in this bar then! Spare me!”

Johnny snickered and took another shot of vodka. “Looks like Brian didn’t spare you.”

Erika rubbed her face and glanced over at Arin again. The girl was now grinding on him with her ass on his crotch. Erika felt a bit sad, because she thought Arin wanted to have a date with her. But now, he didn’t even want to see her face. Without knowing he took the tall glass of pint and brought it to her lips. Johnny’s mouth dropped in an O shape.

“Ohh she’s gonna drink it!” he claimed happily. Erika drank the whole thing in one gulp and when she put down the empty glass back on the table, Johnny clapped and laughed hysterically. She smiled and hiccupped. She was a lightweight anyway, a mere pint of beer could make her vision looked blurry and dizzy already.

“I’m going to dance Seward!”

“I won’t stop you Wesley! Damn you can drink!”

She smirked at his remark and made her way on to the dancefloor but past Arin and that red headed girl. Arin saw her walking towards a guy who apparently had been watching her all along.

Arin knew that guy. He knew him too well by the matching wounds on his face and Arin’s own knuckles. He wanted to go there and warn her but this redhead still dancing in his embrace and the crowd was just too packed for him to wiggle through. Plus, he remembered the yellow card Matthew had given to him.



Erika started to move her hips and head, following along the tune from Maroon 5, Move Like Jagger. She didn’t care if she looked silly but most of the guys there think of her dance moves as hot.

Suddenly she felt a pair of hands snaking into her waist. She closed her eyes and smiled. Finally Arin admitted defeat and wanted to have his way with her – Erika thought. She touched those hands. They weren’t bandaged. Her eyes immediately snapped open as she turned to look at the man behind her.

“Jake!” she yelled but her voice drowned within the loud ambience. Jake grinned evilly, his face was bruised all over but his dark blue eyes still looked the same.

“I thought you were-”

“What? Dead?” he cut her off, pulling her waist closer to his body.

“Not even close, bitch. But now I’m angry. Really angry.” He leaned closer and breathed into her neck. Warm tears started to flow down her cheeks but her throat was stuck. She couldn’t even scream for help.

Emily! Help me!

In her mind she screamed loudly for Emily but she wasn’t there. Not anymore.

Suddenly a hand pulled them apart strongly and Jake was kicked in the chest, making him splayed on the ground yet again. This is dejavu, Erika thought.

She looked up and saw Arin, with angry expression plastered on his face as he clenched his jaw constantly. Even Erika was scared looking at him like this.

“Arin, don’t.” she pulled his tshirt, forbidding him from making any more step. But Arin barely looked at her. He gazed sharply at Jake on the floor. The crowd dispersed and watching them having a bar fight without involving themselves.

Jake got up, and straightened his clothes. He whistled for a bit and came three other guys behind him. Oh shit he brought a gang. Erika suddenly remembered of why Emily had been so scared of him in the first place. Jake was the leader of a gang.

“I told you to not fucking touch her!” Arin bravely yelled but his eyes nervously glanced around at those men.

“Oh yeah? Then what are you gonna do? Beat me? You and what army?” Jake said, tilting his head back to his gang and they laughed.

“Time to pay some revenge.” Jake cracked his knuckles and raised his hand to punch Arin in the face.

But then suddenly his hand was grabbed tight by another hand. That hand was tatted on the knuckles with Jimmy’s Deathbat logo on it. Arin and Erika glanced at the tall and built figure beside them.

It was fucking Matthew Sanders.

They quickly realized that Brian, Zacky and Johnny were all behind him, furious as fuck.

“NOBODY MESSES WITH MY FAMILY.”

After he growled that heart-melting sentence, his strong built hand easily bashed Jake in the jaw and it flew him high. He landed on the other side of the floor while the other three of his gang looked at each other.

“Anyone else?” Matthew cracked his neck, and the rest of the band stepped further to offer some assistance. The gang backed off instantly at the sight of buffed tattooed men before them.

Matthew then turned to Arin and Erika angrily.

“Back to the bus. Now.”

Notes

A/N: ahhh @fantasygirltexas where are you?? LOL