MJ’s POV

“Come on, someone fucking answer me!” I raged, staring down at my phone as I paced back and forth in the kitchen. It was almost time for me to go to work again and no one had answered a single text from me all damn day—and I had to work at 8:00pm. Not even Dice and she was off today. Yesterday all she could do was bitch about how bored she was and now she was suddenly so busy she couldn’t fucking answer me? That made perfect sense. And where there hell did she go this morning without tell me? I was going to make her breakfast. Well fuck her if she doesn’t want me to pamper her, she can make her own damn food.

And why the actual fuck was with everyone ignoring me? I know they had service up there in Big Bear or wherever they were. They were all texting me yesterday and today its like I’ve got ebola or something. Hell, not even a text from Jimmy or Zacky and those two were always blowing up my phone. They couldn’t have had that bad of a hang over, could they? No way, the Rev was fucking superman and was always ready for an adventure. Too, bad he didn’t answer my Spidy signal.

Hello? Anyone alive out there? Did you get eaten by bears? Tell me what is going on…please <3 MJ

I sent the text to all of the guys, not caring that I sounded kind of desperate. Hell at this point, I was desperate—I was lonely, tired, sad, and felt like everyone hated me. It was like I had ceased to exist in everyone’s lives and that thought physically pained me, especially the thought of not being in Brian’s life. I might literally die if that were the case.

Wtf? Where the hell are you and why are you ignoring me? Don’t make me come looking for you or text Matt. Don’t test me Dice, I will! <3 MJ

I sighed and threw the phone down on the counter, knowing that she wasn’t moved by my threats. Though, if I didn’t hear from her soon, I would call Matt. I mean, Jay was fucking after her and it had been too quiet for the past week. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach about the whole thing and I hoped she hadn’t done anything stupid.

Twenty minutes passed and the lime tarts and trays of cookies lined the counters. I had baking ever since I got up this morning, trying to busy myself so I wouldn’t think about Brian. It didn’t work because all I could think about was how drunk he was last night and now I was beyond worried. Had he continued his drunken stupor and something terrible happened? God, I hoped not. I didn’t really know what I would do without him and this day by myself made me realize that. Hell, I was so in love with the guy that it pained me to be away from him and not hearing from him was agonizing. I honestly don’t think I’ve eaten anything since he left, well unless you count those Monster energy drinks I was knocking back. I just wasn’t hungry and felt sick whenever I tried. I know, I know, I’m a pitiful mess, but I couldn’t control it. The term missing him didn’t even begin to cover it.

I reached for my phone on the counter after putting away the three different kinds of cookies and the tart. Still nothing. I swear, I’m going to go fucking insane if no one answers me. My fingers scanned my contacts, landing on Brian’s picture for the hundredth time that day. He had on his scull cap beanie and was holding Pinkly with a silly look on his face. I know he said he didn’t have any service but maybe they needed to go a beer run and he would get it. A girl could hope right?

Hey sweetheart, I’m missing you so much it almost hurts. I can’t wait until you’re back home. Call me when you can. Love you <3 MJ

Ps: I made your favorite lime tarts…and I may go buy a new pair of heels ;) <3 MJ

I ran my finger over his picture and let out a sigh. This was pure fucking torture and if something didn’t give I really was going to lose my mind. Though maybe work would distract me.

With a frown, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I swear Abby sounded sad when I started her up today too. I don’t know, just something wasn’t sitting well with me and I really didn’t like that. I had a terrible feeling and unfortunately my premonition was usually spot on.

As I pulled into Johnny’s my phone dinged with a message. “About fucking time!” I yelled, grabbing my phone from the passenger seat.

Hey, what’s up? ~ Vengeance

That is not the answer to any of those millions of questions I asked, but hey, at least it was something.

Freaked out a bit. Is Brian okay? I’m worried…<3 MJ

Don’t be he’s a dick and bad news. Come over to my place after work? ~ Vengeance

Wait what the actual fuck? I thought they were best friends! Why would he say that about Brain? And more importantly, why would he think I’d come over to his house if they were home? Why did no one fucking tell me? I had to admit, this hurt. This hurt a lot and…if they were home, where the hell was Brian?

You’re home? What the hell are you talking about? Where is Brian? <3 MJ

Come over later and I’ll explain everything ~ Vengeance

I chewed my bottom lip not liking the increasing feeling of panic that was coursing through my system. Where was Brian? I didn’t like this, not one bit.

No, tell me now. <3 MJ

I don’t think it’s a good idea over text ~ Vengeance.

Well how fucking convenient that my phone also makes calls! I pressed the call button, holding my black cat iphone to my ear. Seconds later I heard Zacky’s low timbre answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck is going on? Why are you back and why is no one talking to me?!” I raged, squeezing my steering wheel with white knuckles as I sat in the parking lot.

Zacky sighed and I could tell that he was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, we were drunk last night and Gates and I got in a fight. He stormed out and Matt went after him. I have no idea where they went and I don’t think it’s safe for you to be with him anymore.”

I gaped at my phone not being able to believe what he was saying. “Are-are you high?” I almost laughed. If this was some kind of joke, I wasn’t fucking laughing. “Brian wouldn’t lay a finger on me.” Well, besides spanks, but I liked those.

“Well, he might now,” What the hell did that mean? Now he’s not going to say anything now? Well, that’s fucking awesome!

“Zacky I swear to god if you don’t tell me what is actually going on, I will drive my car through the front of your house!” I might actually do that too because I was pissed now. Maybe Brian’s temper rubbed off on me a little bit over the past few months, but I had always been stubborn. Ask Dice. “Why the fuck would Brian hurt me!?”

“Because I accidentally told him about that night we slept together…” My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. He had to be fucking lying. I don’t remember sleeping with Zacky and why would I? I was head over heels for Brian so in what universe would I sleep with Zacky?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, venom in my voice. “I didn’t fucking sleep with you! You must be fucking stoned out of your mind right now! Why the hell would you tell Brian that?” You know what? If he believed what ever shit Zacky was spreading then yeah, he might have just fucking ruined my relationship. I felt the tears welling in my eyes at the thought.

Zacky sighed and I could tell just by his tone that I had crushed his little ego. I didn’t fucking care right now. “Actually…you did. Remember the last party we had at Brian’s?” I tried to rack my brain back that far and I could vaguely remember bits and pieces. I did know that I was drunk off my ass that night. “Well remember when I woke up next to you and you locked yourself in the bathroom? Yeah…that night.”

I don’t know why he sounded so butt hurt right now. His world wasn’t crumbling. I honestly thought that when he mentioned that back then that he was joking! “I thought that was some kind of sick joke of yours!” I gasped, feeling like I was going to be sick. I had no recollection of that night and what I did.

“No, babe, it wasn’t a joke,” okay so now Zack sounded pissed. “Listen just call off work and come over and—“

“You’re lying and I’m not your babe!” I hissed, slamming my fist on the steering wheel.

“I’m not fucking lying, MJ! We slept together and it was fucking amazing. You even said so yourself.” Now he sounded proud and I felt like I was in the middle of some nightmare. This couldn’t be true.

“Well, say you’re not lying, then you had to of take advantage of me when I was drunk!” I don’t even remember anything that happened after dinner! I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face, not believing what he just told me.

“No, I asked you and you said yes.” So now he was sounding smug? You have to be fucking kidding me. I would never, repeat NEVER do that.

“The only way that would be possible is if I thought you were Brian,” I screeched, choking back a sob. “I-I cant believe this…I-I didn’t do anything to cause this….You-your fucking lying!” My heart was racing faster and faster with each passing minute and I knew if I didn’t slow it down soon that I would pass out. Dice was right—Zacky was just looking for a piece of ass and that friendship ploy was all rouse to get me away from Brian.

“You’re too good for him, MJ,” Zack cooed into my ear from the other line. “It’s better this way if you just let him go now so you don’t get hurt.” Oh, he was a good fucking smooth talker, let me tell you.

“I’m already fucking hurt!” I screamed, smashing my forehead into the steering wheel. I hurt so back right now that I was going to be sick that is if I had actually eaten anything in the past twenty-four hours. “I’m gonna be sick…”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you—“

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now!” I raged, unable to stop the waterworks that were happening. “You’re the reason all this happened and if you think that I’m going to turn around and come to you for comfort, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“MJ, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way,” Zacky’s sounded pissed and like he was getting in a car. No, I didn’t want to see him. “Come on, just calm down. I’m coming to get you and we’ll figure all this out. Plus, I have mint chocolate chip ice cream…”

“No! Zack…please. I-I cant deal with that right now…I have to go to work.”

“MJ…please…I’m sorry”

“Bye Zack.” I clicked the end button and threw the phone down into the seat next to me. “Shit,” I hissed, not even having time to process that Zacky just told me that Brian thinks I cheated on him. And after what happened with Michelle? Fuck me backwards…everything is over. I couldn’t even breath let alone let that thought sink in. No, I couldn’t give up on him….Oh, god this hurts too much.

My whole world was crumbling around me and I felt so dizzy and my chest hurt so badly. I couldn’t breath I was in so much pain, my body shaking from the panic that surged through me. How could this happen? How could I cheat on the one person that meant the most to me, and with one of his best friends? God I was disgusting and that thought pushed me over the edge. I was the worst human being on the face of the planet and Brian was never going to forgive me. Suddenly my ears started to ring and black spots started to appear before my eyes. I felt like I was being suffocated by all this…I needed help.

I shakily reached for my phone again and pressed one of the speed dial buttons, praying I called dice. My hands shook as I held the phone and collapsed into the passenger seat with tears. The wetness was pretty much the only thing my body could do right now since breathing and a regular heartbeat seemed to be optional.

“Diiiiccceee….” I cried into the phone when someone picked up on the third ring.

Matt’s POV

I groaned as I got out of the bed, hearing the ruckus Gates was making down the hall. I had just fallen asleep after an amazing three rounds of sex with Dice and I was ready to sleep the rest of the night away. You see I hadn’t slept last night on account of driving Gates’ ass back home after he beat the shit out of Vengeance. I warned him to back off, but no, no one ever listens to Matt. That included the little hot tamale sleeping soundly in my bed. Damn she was stubborn but I think that was one of things I loved most about her—she always made me work for everything and kept me on my toes.

“What the actual fuck?” I sighed, as I walked down the dark hall, hearing things smash against the wall. I swear if he busted up my guest room he was paying for it. Dice was enough of an expense and I didn’t need this on top of that.

“Where the fuck is it!?” I heard him scream over and over again. And there was the sound of glass breaking. Great. Now we’re all in for a good time.

I braced myself and slowly pushed open the guest bedroom door to find the room trashed. His things were thrown all over the room and ah there was the culprit of the smashing sound. That would be the broken lamp and the mirror. Awesome.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I yelled, catching his attention before he threw a notebook at me.

“Where the hell is my phone?!” His phone? That’s what all this was about? I didn’t think it was a good idea for him to have it right now because he was obviously still drunk out of his mind and boy did he smell like it too.

“Gates, take a deep breath,” I put my hands up as I stepped into the room. “What do you need your phone for?”

“I just need to see it…I have to know why.” He looked like he was actually losing it right now.

I sighed and leaned against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. Yes, I had enough sense to put them on before I came to check on him. I didn’t want to lose my dick in the process. “Look why don’t you just get some sleep and then I’ll help you find your phone.” In all actuality, I already knew where it was. It was sitting on the bathroom sink with his wallet and I could see it from where I was standing.

I watched as he slowly sank down onto the bed and put his head in hands, rocking slightly from his level of intoxication. Gates took in a few raspy breaths before he spoke. “How could she do this to me?”

That was a good question that I wanted the answer to as well. I mean, she never seemed like the type that would screw around behind someone’s back. Maybe there was more to the story? There had to be and maybe it was when they were broken up. I don’t know, but I hated seeing him like this again.

“That’s a question for MJ,” I said softly, taking a seat next to him. “Maybe its not what you think?” I tried, knowing that sleeping with someone was cheating no matter what way you looked at it.

“So what, she fell onto Vengeance’s dick? God, I could fucking kill both of them…” Yeah, I could understand that. “And after I told her I-I….god fucking damn it!” he screamed, kicking the duffle bag. “And when the hell could it have happened? I mean, I’ve been with the girl every fucking night since we got back together!”

I furred my brow as I thought about that. When would Vengeance have the opportunity to make a move on her? “Maybe it was when you weren’t together…”

“No, fucking shit, Sherlock!”

“I mean that time she almost moved out because she caught you with someone after the whole Malcolm thing.” That would make sense. I mean, I didn’t think MJ was a cheater considering the way she stared at him every time they were together. She looked at him like he was a god or that he would simply vanished if she moved wrong. There was no denying that she loved the guy.

“Or maybe it was when she was really drunk at that party at your place?” I didn’t know, but that’s when I first started noticing Baker acting strange. But MJ didn’t seem guilty like she normally did when she did something wrong. I mean one time she took the last cookie from Brain’s secret stash at the studio and she acted weird and guilty for about twenty minutes before she confessed. And that was over a fucking cookie, so how could she hide this? Unless she didn’t know what she did…fuck. “Maybe she didn’t—“

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it anymore, okay! Just drop it.” Gates growled. “I want to hate her fucking guts, kick her out of my house, and never see her again….but I cant. I cant fucking do that! She’s everywhere I fucking look and the fucking booze isn’t helping!”

“Because you love her…” I said with a small smirk. I had known it for sometime but I hadn’t actually heard him say it yet.

“Because I fucking love her!” Brian burred his face in his hands again, his leg jumping as he rocked back and forth from the alcohol flowing from his veins. “God damn it! How do you turn off this switch?”

“You cant,” I said simply, shrugging my shoulders. “You have to decide if you can or cant live without her. She’s forgiven you for your Synyster Gates moments, so maybe you could forgive her for whatever this is. I bet it was one of those nights that you were both so smashed you didn’t know what your names were.”

“That’s not a fucking excuse! And when did you become Dr. Phill, Shads?” I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re fucking whipped!”

“You’re right but what are you going to do?” Brian ran his fingers through his hair before letting out a frustrated growl.

“Kill fucking Vengeance for touching her!” I gave him a pointed look and rolled my eyes. They were both going to have to get over that because we weren’t breaking up the band over this. Whatever happened to bros before hoes?

“That’s not what I mean. Can you or can’t you live without her?” I asked, ignoring a phone ringing somewhere in the distance.

Notes

So who did MJ end up calling Dice on speed dial like she thought, or did she hit the wrong button? Will Brian forgive her or at least let her explain?