All I Ask Is... Why?

We stayed at the club with Val and Matt for another hour, and Michelle was just pounding down one shot right after the other. Took her thirty minutes to get drunk and I could just see the evil come back in her eyes. I feared the worst to come out of her, that she would tell Matt and Val what happened two months ago after she left Val and River’s sight. Or that she would even add on to say that I was abusing her, which she had no problem telling her other friends. Every now and then within the hour, she would glare at me like she wanted to murder me. The only thing that kept my mind on a positive note was the fact that Valary kept her entertained by dancing with her.

Around twelve thirty, we all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways back to our homes. The entire ride back with Michelle was dead quiet, she wouldn’t even turn her head to look at me. Something was bothering her and it had to do with me, if only I knew what it was exactly. I cleared my throat a little to try and break the ice. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Don’t talk to me!” She immediately shot back.

My grip on the wheel became tight, ‘Just don’t talk Brian’, I thought to myself the entire time. I knew that if I said anything more, then she was just going to start bitching again. But it also seemed that my not talking was pissing her off just as much.

“So what? Now you don’t want to talk?” Her attitude was starting to grow.

“Michelle, you told me not to talk to you. So I’m not going to talk.” We pull into the driveway.

“Ugh! You are such an asshole Brian!” She unbuckles her seatbelt and rushes inside the house.

‘Keep calm Brian, it’s just the alcohol talking. It’s just the fucking alcohol.’ I kept thinking to myself, but I could feel my temper starting to rise and she was digging deep into my skin. Taking a few deep breaths, I finally get out of the car and make my way inside the house. By the time I walk in, Michelle was already throwing my luggage and any of my other belongings down to the floor from upstairs. “Michelle! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I hate you Brian! Take all of your shit and get out of my house!” She screamed.

I snapped. I ran upstairs to see her in my closet grabbing more of my things to throw downstairs until she notices I’m in the room. Then she throws it all at me. I make my way past my clothes and shoes and take a tight grip to her arms and forcing her to look at me. “What the fuck is your problem?! Why are you doing this Michelle, huh?!”

She gathered as much saliva in her mouth as she could, and spat in my face. “Let go of me you fucking cheater!” She shouted.

After wiping off her spit, I grabbed her tight around the waist and carried her to the guest room. She fought me every inch of the way, but as soon as I reached the guest bedroom door, I put her in there and closed the door on her. Holding the handle tight to keep the door shut as she banged on it and tried to pull the door open, at the same time screaming her lungs out at me. “LET ME OUT YOU FUCKER! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! LET ME OUT!” This went on for two hours before she finally calmed down. When I didn’t hear her fussing and throwing things around and at the door anymore, I let go of the handle and assumed she fell asleep. “Brian. Please let me out. Open the damn door. Please?” She said softly. I didn’t respond, but I quickly put my grip back on the handle in case she tried to open the door. I knew that if she opened it, then she would start getting to her violent stage, and I didn’t want that. She tried jiggling the handle twice. “Tsk. This is stupid. Don’t open the fucking door for all I care! I’m going to bed!” Were her final words of the night. I waited about twenty minutes until I heard her snore a little. I then cracked open the door and made my way to my bedroom.

Six hours until I needed to be up and ready to go, this was going to be a long night. I stayed up for three hours, just thinking. Why would Michelle call me a cheater? What did I do wrong? Do I really want to spend the rest of my life with a woman who treats me this way? I’m starting to believe that she’s not over what had happened, but that was two months ago. I don’t suppose Valary knows of Michelle’s temper either, or else I’m sure she wouldn’t have encouraged her to drink.


Eight forty-five in the morning and I can already hear someone banging at my front door. Shit! I was supposed to have been gone fifteen minutes ago! I jump up from my bed and picked up everything Michelle threw downstairs, while Pinkly is barking away at the door. “Brian! Open the fucking door!” Zacky called from the other side. After rushing to make the place look somewhat alright, I opened the door to see Zacky staring at me annoyed. “Dude! You’re really just getting out of bed?! We were supposed to be gone already!”

“I know, shit. I’m sorry, I over slept.” I rushed over to get my luggage and my guitars.

“Well, whatever dude. Just give me your shit and I will take it to the bus. Go say bye to Michelle and you can get ready on the way.” Zacky took half of my things and I made my way upstairs to grab my last luggage. Before I went back downstairs, I went to check on Michelle. I knew she was awake because Pinkly was sitting right next to her. And Pinkly doesn’t like to disturb others when they are asleep.

“Michelle, I’m leaving. Just thought I’d say goodbye.” I waited for her to answer back, nothing. “I love you.” I respond, and still nothing from her.

“SYN! LET’S FUCKING GO!” Zacky shouted.

I look to the door and take another look at Michelle, and then I sighed in frustration. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” I then grab the last of my luggage and made my way out of the house and to the bus, more than ready for this tour to start.




An entire month has gone by and since I left the house I have not heard a single word from Michelle. I tried calling her on both her cell phone and the house phone, no answer. Often times I would call Valary or her parent’s house and they would all tell me the same things, either they haven’t seen or heard from her, or I just barely missed her. I would ask them if she’s said anything about me and they would all say no. This was eating me up inside, I’m trying to apologize to her and I even went as far as starting to write letters and sending them to the house, hoping she would get them. I didn’t expect her to write back, but at least a phone call would ease my mind a little. Another thing that concerned me was if she was taking good care of my dog. If Michelle was going to be M.I.A from me, then I just hope she is taking Pinkly with her instead of leaving her somewhere alone.

It’s getting close to Halloween and everyone usually gets into the spirit by dressing over the top and throwing huge parties at their houses. This month we are mostly going to be in Texas and I figured it would be nice to buy it here instead of in California. Maybe they had something a little different. We arrive in Dallas a day early and one of our roadies, Matt, decided to go with me to see what we could find as far as Halloween costumes. We went to the typical places, such as the mall, to go look and Matt found his costume there. I had to ask around to people that had no idea who the fuck I was, for places I could go to find a costume. One underground store that just opened up downtown called Forbidden Fruit was highly recommended to me. They all told me that it was more than a sex shop, that all month in October they sold nothing but Halloween costumes for men, women and children. Anything outside of that had to wait to be sold before or after October. What the hell. It wouldn’t kill me to give this place a shot.

After getting directions from an older man that worked in one of the stores I asked around in, Matt and I went to check it out. Traffic was building up and it was getting to Matt. “Dude, do you really want to go to this sex shop so damn bad? What if we go there and they don’t have any costumes at all? Just sex stuff.” He asked.

“Well I want to get mine before Halloween and I just figured why not look while we are here? And if they don’t have anything then I will stop looking.”

Matt rolled his eyes a little. “What do you want to be so damn bad that you can’t wait to find when we go back to Cali?”

Chewing on my gum, I smacked a couple of times. I know that if I tell him then I will never hear the end of it. “A, uh… A vampire.”

Matt stared at me with a ‘What the fuck’ expression on his face before bursting into laughter. “A fucking vampire?! Really Brian? A fucking vampire!”

“Shut up bro! See that’s why I didn’t want to tell you! Shit.”

“Well dude! You want to be a fucking vampire for Halloween! How do you expect me not to laugh?” He snickered.

“If you don’t stop laughing I’m going to tell everyone a man kissed you at the mall today.” Yeah, that was a believable lie.

Matt took his laughter down a notch before he stopped completely. It was too quiet in the car right now and I knew Matt was coming up with some smart ass remark to my costume choice. “So uh… You’re not going to be one of those faggot vampires from Twilight, are you? Because I can see you doing that.”

“Matt! Shut the fuck up!” I clenched my fist together and hit his shoulder as hard as I could, as he started laughing at me again.

We finally pull into the parking lot of the shop, and I am just praying to God that they do have costumes here. Matt and I got out of the car and walked inside. The lady at the register greeted us and we smiled back at her. She was hot, red hair, big boobs, big ass and wearing a sexy devil costume to display it all. She walked closer to us. “My name is Candice. Can I help you guys with anything?” She asked seductively. Matt and I couldn’t help but look down at her entire body, up to her breasts.

“Yeah, uh, I’m looking for a costume for a Halloween party at the end of the month and I was told to come here.” My eyes never left her body and I knew she noticed.

She let out a little seductive laugh before pointing out to one of her employees that worked around in the store. “My friend Evelyn over there can help you with what you are looking for. And maybe later” She then lifts up my head a little so I can be eye to eye with her. “Maybe I can be of service to you too.” She added on.

I smirked at her before I walked away to the isle Evelyn was in. Matt stayed staring at Candice and she was enjoying his attention, until I went back over and pulled him away. “Come on.”

“Brian did you see the body on that broad? I’d leave that woman sore for weeks.” He chuckled.

I look over at him. “Well forget her, because the only time we have in this store is the only time you will be able to see her.” As soon as I said that, Matt turned back around.
“Bye.” Was all he said before rushing back to the registers. I wasn’t going to stop him, if he wanted to get into trouble then that was his own damn fault.

Walking around, I find the only employee working the floors in the store. From behind, she looked pretty cute. She was wearing tight skinny jeans with knee high converse and a black sleeveless shirt that went up high enough to show off her belly button. Her hair was black and slightly wavy. She was putting up costumes before I caught her attention. “Excuse me Miss? I was wondering if you could help me?”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” Her voice sounded pretty. She turned around, and to my surprise, she was gorgeous. She had on natural looking makeup and her bangs just barely touched her eyebrows. I felt my heart skip two beats when she looked at me. And she seemed just as surprised to see me, like she knew me. “I-I’m sorry for asking, b-but aren’t you Synyster Gates?” She asked nervously.

I smiled at her. “Yes. I am. Are you Evelyn?”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh God, how do you know my name?”

“One of the employees told me to come to you. Plus it says so on your name tag.” I chuckled slightly.

She looked down at her name tag. “Oh!” She then giggled a little, and I found it really cute. “Yeah, forgive me, I’m a little starstruck.” She smiled and tried her best to hide that she was blushing. She cleared her throat a little. “So, what did you need help finding?”

“Right. I’m actually looking for a decent vampire costume. Do you know of any?”

“Well, that depends. It’s kind of hard to be a vampire now-a-days because they all dress normal.” She chuckled and I smiled.

“Do you have any like from the past?”

She thought and looked around for a moment. “I think I might have what you are looking for.”


Two hours pass and Evelyn is giving me costume after costume to try on and at the same time we are trying to get to know each other. What I’ve learned from her is that she just turned twenty-one a few days ago, she’s working on getting her own apartment, but she lives with her older sister and she is engaged, but from what she tells me is that her fiancé is an asshole. In my opinion, no man should treat a woman like that, especially someone as nice and beautiful as Evelyn. We shared laughs and deep moments together and I’m really starting to like this girl. After two hours, she helps me find the right costume, and I know that it’s about time for me to leave, and I didn’t want to.

“Well, thank you for helping me. I was probably a pain in the ass.” I tell her.

She smiled at me. “Oh no, not at all. I’m happy to help, especially since you are my favorite guitarist.”

I had such a great time with this girl that I knew I wanted to see her again. “Do you work tomorrow night?”

She shook her head a little. “No, actually I’m taking it off to go to your concert with my sister.”

This was perfect. I reached into my back pocket to find the two backstage passes that I had put in earlier. “I don’t normally do this, but since you were of very good assistance to me, I want to give you these.” I handed her the passes and her eyes grew wide and the biggest smile appeared on her face. “For you and your sister. You two can hang out with us and meet the rest of the band after the show.”

Pure joy took over her face and her smile grew wider than ever. She leaped towards me for a tight hug. “Oh God! Thank you! Thank you, thank you!” She squealed. I laughed a little until she pulled away from me in embarrassment. Her cheeks turned rosy red again. “I’m sorry. I’m just really excited, this has never happened to me before.”

“It’s okay. So, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night.” I smirked at her, causing her to blush even more.

“Okay. I do too. Bye.” She waved at me before I walked back to the registers to get checked out, but Candice was nowhere in sight, and neither was Matt. This worried me a little. I looked around for a second.

“Bro! Come on we gotta go!” I shouted around.

Evelyn cleared her throat. “Brian, my best guess is he’s in here.” She giggled before pointing to the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. I looked at her with a look that asked if I could go in and she quickly nodded. Sure enough there was Matt in the middle of fucking Candice on top of the break table.

“Are you fucking serious?” I asked aloud, catching the attention of both Candice and Matt. Despite me catching them in the act, they refused to stop.

“Later bro! I will catch up! Shut the fucking door!” He yelled in between moans.

I quickly closed the door and looked at Evelyn. “You might not want to go in there.” I chuckled.

She laughed and walked over to the register with me. “It’s okay, believe it or not this isn’t the first time Candice has done this. She’s claimed many times that she does it to test out the product the customer is buying, just to see if it works.”


After checking me out, we talked for ten more minutes and then we said our goodbyes. All day I’ve been stressed with Michelle running through my mind and wondering what she is doing, but from the moment I laid my eyes on Evelyn, I almost forgot who Michelle even was. Not Candice nor could Ashley make me do that as quickly as Evelyn. All three girls were sexy, but Evelyn seemed more natural looking than Ashley and Candice, no doubt that it turned me on a little. Yeah, I need to see this girl again.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the delay, but I'm hoping that this chapter did not disappoint. Chapter four will be coming up soon! <3