8:42 AM. That was the time when I looked at the clock. Why the fuck was I up right now?

Well, a better question would be: where the fuck am I?

The only thing I knew was that I was in a bed. And the last thing I remembered was talking to two people, Jimmy and Zacky, and passing out. Did they kidnap me? Or am I dead? I still had clothes on, so that was a good sign. Although, they weren't mine. They were a bit too big, and I'm pretty sure I didn't have pants on. I was also completely clean, like I wasn't just wandering around the streets for four hours.

I looked around the room. There were a couple of guitars sitting against a wall. I knew I had seen them before..

Oh shit, I thought to myself, realization hitting me like a brick. I'm on Avenged Sevenfold's goddamn tour bus?!

I heard a loud thump coming from another area, making me let out a scream. I pulled the fleece blanket over my head, leaving a small hole so I could see.

"It's alright, just let me go in. I don't want her to freak out," someone said.

A guy walked in, actually one of the guys from last night. Zacky.

Goddammit, I was right. This was their tour bus. Oh, God. What the fuck has happened.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, sitting down on the bed. He frowned a bit when I inched away from him. "I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay."

I didn't want to speak to anyone. I wasn't sure what was going on, and in all honesty, I was also terrified.

"Look, we need to talk," he muttered. I didn't answer, just looked down. "I saw the bruises, Emily. What happened?"

"Nothing," I snapped at him. He looked taken aback, but regained his composure just as quick.

"That didn't look like nothing." Zacky sighed. "Can you at least come out there with me? Just to meet the guys. And I can get you food if you want," he persuaded. Even if I wanted to protest, my stomach wouldn't let me. I could hear the growls it was making. And I'm pretty sure Zacky could too.

I nodded and stood up, grabbing the blanket along the way. Zacky said nothing, just chuckled and led me out to the living area.

As soon as we entered, four other pairs of eyes landed on me. I immediately felt uncomfortable.

"You can just sit on the couch, okay? I'll go get you something to eat," Zacky said, shooting me a grin. I smiled back and nodded, taking a seat next to Jimmy.

"I remember you from last night!" He exclaimed. "You're even tinier than I remember!"

"Jimmy, don't scare her," Matt said, laughing. "What's your name, hun?"

"Emily," I replied quietly.

I didn't want to be here. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. The only problem was that I had no idea where I was, let alone how long it would take to get back.

"How old are you?" Zacky asked when he came back, handing me food. It was Trix cereal, which made me smile a bit at the thought. Five grown men eating a kid's cereal? That's a new one.

"19."

"What were you doing in the park that late at night?" Jimmy asked. I sighed, not wanting to answer the question.

"Just, taking a walk I guess." To be technical, that wasn't a lie. I was walking, after all.

"But what about th--" Zacky shot Matt a glare before he could finish that sentence. "Don't give me that look Zack, I'm just trying to help."

"Don't push it," Zacky muttered.

"I'm going back to bed now," I mentioned. I set the cereal bowl, which still held a bit of cereal, on the coffee table and left the room. Zacky trailed behind me. I didn't want him to. But I knew there was no way I could force him to leave.

"I need to talk to you, Emily," Zacky said as he shut the door. Oh, god. This isn't going to end well.

"I'd rather just sleep." I crawled back into the bunk I woke up in and shut the curtain. As soon as I shut it, Zacky opened it up again.

"You ran away, didn't you?"

I didn't answer. I didn't want him knowing. Or any of them, for that matter.

"Can you at least tell me why?"

"You'd do the same fucking thing if you were in my position, Zacky. In all honesty, I don't even want to be here. Thank you for helping me and all, but I didn't need it. I was fine." I sighed. "I'm already overstaying my welcome and I need to leave."

"Emily you looked like you were trying to kill yourself. I can't let you go knowing there's that threat," Zacky murmured.

I couldn't answer him. I had nothing to say to that

"I just want to help you, Emily. Please. Come back to California with us. I know the guys won't mind, and... I want you to stay with us," he admitted. "But if you do, you're going to have to tell me what happened."

I hesitated, but nodded in agreement before laying back down. Zacky smiled, tucked me in under the blankets and left me alone to sleep.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

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