Reliving the Nightmare

♡LOLA'S POV♡

"Lola, wake up," a cold voice shocked me out of my relaxing sleep. I groaned and opened my eyes to see Brian standing at the other end of the room. Something about him was off, I couldn't put my finger on it but he seemed different. Maybe it was the way he was standing, closed off and tense with his arms crossed firmly over his chest. I smiled timidly at him, expecting him to reciprocate. He didn't. He looked at me as if I was a stranger and I was a major inconvenience to him.

I climbed out of the bed we had just shared and went towards him, extending my arms to him. He didn't move but I felt the icy wall he threw up in front of him and it caused me to stumble to a halt.

"Brian?" I stuttered, troubled.

He walked past me, purposely bumping into my shoulder hard so it sent a flare of agony rippling across my back. I gasped and clutched myself, not believing that this was really happening. Pushing the pain away, I stormed up to him and grabbed his arm, spinning him round. He reluctantly let me, then looked down on me with bored hatred. My heart just about split in two at the deadness in his eyes, aimed directly at me.

I cupped his face with my hands, "Brian, tell me what I've done. Please," I whispered softly, praying that a hint of light would brighten those black orbs glaring at me.

He clenched his jaw and yanked himself from my grip as if I had stung him.

Once he had put a hurtful distance between us, he sneered at me. "I've grown tired of this, this-" he gestured at us, "this thing. It isn't working anymore. I need to go." he said this void of any emotion, as if it had been a menial fling and not the serious relationship I had hoped it would turn into.

Tears trailed a regretful path down my face and splashed onto my dress from the night before which I had yet to take off. My hands trembled by my sides and I could sense my imminent breakdown.

"But why? What changed?" my voice sounded thin and reedy, a reflection of my inner strength at that moment.

He shrugged and picked up a bag that I hadn't noticed was by his feet. It seemed he was already packed and ready to go.

"Nothing changed. I just realised how unrealistic this is. It would never have worked," he threw the words carelessly over his shoulder as he strode towards the door, unaware that they were striking me in the heart and tearing me open.

Growing desperate, I flung myself at him and attempted to drag him back. I slid down his body to rest at his feet, clawing at his leg in a last effort to save us. He frowned at me in barely contained pity and disgust before kicking me harshly to the ground.

"It's over," he declared, then walked out.

There was a moment of expectant silence and then I heard the door shut.
And that was about the time when I began to scream.



I jolted awake, my chest heaving up and down with my laboured breathing. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my heart sprinted like I had just completed a marathon. I looked beside me to see Brian still curled up on the bed with me, sleeping sweetly.

So it had just been a bad dream. Thank god. I wiped my brow and settled back down beside Brian, snuggling into his comforting warmth. But still the dream lingered in my mind, the cutting edge of Brian's words stained on my soul forever. Surely he would never say those things to me, would he? But then I thought about his life before he met me; I read all about his partying and drug use in magazines and how he was a player with the girls. What was stopping him from doing it still? I could hardly prevent him from it all, he was Synyster Gates: guitarist God. And who was I? A nobody from a tiny town in Scotland. I might as well give up now.

But what was I left with? I had left my only home because of an abusive Father, so Brian was my only chance of a life right now. The precariousness of my situation knocked all of the strength out of me and I was left gasping for breath, twisted in the bed sheets. I had no one, nothing. My whole existence was balancing on an unstable guitarist from a metal band.

A vice clamped round my chest and tightened with every reality check.

No family. Tighten.

No money. Tighter.

All. By. Myself. No breath left. But tighter still.

And as I lost myself in the dark, empty night, Brian stayed in a steady, peaceful sleep.


It seemed like years had passed before light started to stream through the thin curtains of the hotel room. I hadn't slept since I woke up from my nightmare. I had simply lain and watched Brian sleep. I had found great solace in his steady breathing and untroubled face. Probably because it was the opposite of how I felt.

As I had lay awake, I had developed a thumping headache and with it, a foul mood. It felt like someone was drilling into my head and the worries of during the night still plagued me. The only thing keeping me upright and sane was the thought of seeing El today. We were going to rejoin the rest of Avenged at the Hydro and decide where to go from there. Brian and Matt had a heated conversation on the phone last night when we got in, and Brian had walked out of the room halfway through. I heard him yelling down the corridor at his phone but I couldn't make out what they were saying. When Brian came back in he still was really angry but all he said was that we were going to join them today.

I rolled over so I was nearly on top of Brian and poked him in the ribs. He barely stirred so I slapped his solid stomach until he eventually sat up, bleary eyed and sexy. He snaked out an arm and pulled me closer to him, before joining his lips with mine in a tender morning kiss.

'He's going to leave you,' a sneaky inner thought wormed it's way into my blissful moment with Brian. I pushed it back and deepened the kiss, tasting his sinfully skillful mouth.

'You're going to be all alone,' another voice piped up. I broke away from Brian, both of us panting.

"I'm going to get ready," I said roboticaly as I stumbled off the bed and into the bathroom, grabbing fresh clothes as I went.

What was wrong with me? What had this nightmare done to me? I couldn't sleep or even kiss Brian without worries niggling at me. I didn't bother with a shower, I just washed my face and underarms. I took off the old gauze from my back and attempted to put on new stuff, determined not to need Brian's help. After five minutes of frustration I hollered for him to come and help me. He came in shirtless, obviously having been in the middle of changing himself and sexual tension immediently spiked between us at the realisation that we were both half naked.

"Gauze me up," I commanded jokingly to ease the mood.

He began the usual routine and I noticed he was getting quite good at it without touching me awkwardly. He finished quickly and I thanked him then shoved him back out of the bathroom.

I hurriedly got changed into a simple outfit of jeans and a top, although the top was very low cut and sluttier than anything I'd worn before. I raked my hands through my hair, wishing that Brian had bought a brush for me. I didn't look too bad though, and I felt good wearing this top. Brian would love it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and began packing our spare clothes back into the bags and generally just tidying the room. Brian was facing away from me but turned to ask me a question.

"Lola, do you want to- Holy shit!" he exclaimed when he caught sight of me.

A smile lit up my face and I gave him a twirl.

He whistled appreciatively and said, "Damn girl, you should show off that figure more often."

My mood had officially been lifted.

We signed out of the hotel and caught a taxi to the Hydro. We held hands in the taxi but were quiet. This was our last moment by ourselves and we savoured it by drinking each other in.

Little niggling thoughts burrowed through my mind, but I did my best to ignore them and focus on the beautiful man beside me.

The ride went too fast and before I knew it we had arrived outside the Hydro. I peered out the window and saw El and the rest of the boys waiting for us. I squealed and practically fell out of the taxi in my rush to get to her. We met in a collision of love and screams. I wrapped my arms round her soft figure and smelled her cloying perfume.

"I missed you, El,' I whispered to her, emotion making my voice waver.

She hugged me tighter in response.

When we finally seperated, Arin and Brian joined us both, with Arin beside El and Brian beside me. I tensed up, remembering that Brian had told me he'd gotten into a fight with Arin when I was in hospital. There was an awkward couple of seconds until Brian stepped forward and extended his hand to Arin in a peace offering.

"I'm sorry man. I'm glad to see you again," Brian apologised with sincerity to Arin.

Arin brushed away his hand and grasped him in a Bro hug. El and I laughed in relief then turned back to each other. I noticed she was wearing a lovely new outfit and looked considerably cleaner than I felt.

"Nice clothes, where'd you get them," I giggled with her.

"Arin took me shopping. Where did you get that top?" she asked with a knowing look at Brian.

"Brian bought me it," I admitted shyly.

We burst out laughing and jumped into another hug.

She stroked my back lovingly and whispered cheekily, "It's nice to know that you can look like a slag as well."

I slapped her arm but couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my mouth. With both of us laughing our heads off, we joined the boys of 'Avenged Sevenfold.'

Notes

Ooh but that beginning though! Hands up who panicked!!!
It all seems to be catching up on Lola, will she be able to handle it?
Please keep the comments coming, they are awesome and I love them all!!!
Thanks for reading guys,

L xxx