Brian's POV:

The sunlight beamed in through the window, sending the back of my eyelids a blazing bright red. I groaned and held up my arm to shield my eyes from the light, and rolled over. My arm made contact with the soft skin of a Female, and I opened my eyes to see Allison, her hair a mess of hot pink waves, pooling over the pillows. She clutched the sheet closer to her, snuggling into the pillows.

"Hey." I nudged her. "Wake up."
She squeezed her eyelids and opened them. "Hey." She smiled.
"It's time for you to go." I said simply.
"What?" She asked, her voice still sleepy.
"Get out of my bed, put your fucking clothes back on, and leave." I had no care for how cold my voice sounded.
"But I'm still tired." She grumbled.
"But I don't care." I retorted. "Get the fuck up."
"What, so you just fuck me, and then kick me out?" She spat.
"Pretty much." I said, leaning over to retrieve the pack of Malboro's next to my bed, I pulled one out and popped it into my mouth, and noticed she was still staring at me. "What? You want one?"
"No thankyou." She scowled. "So, all that last night?"
"Was nothing." I spoke, the cigarette dangling from my mouth. "Have I not made myself clear?" I enforced, flicking my lighter and lighting it.
"You're certainly not the Man I thought you were."
"Look, Honey, I don't do commitment, and nor should you." I growled, taking a drag.
"And why's that?" She snapped.
"Because, things are always great, really great, and then before you know it, they get bored with you, and they find someone else to fuck around with." I said, exhaling a bit of smoke. "It's just the facts."
"No, it's just your view on things." She said.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't make me say it again."
"Say what again?"
I set my cigarette down in the ashtray, and leaned in close to her face. "Get. The. Fuck. Out." I smirked, leaning back to grab my smoke again.
"You're such a fucking asshole." She scowled, holding the sheet close to her as she got up.
"I don't think so." I sneered, yanking the sheet away from her, leaving her standing completely naked.
She just stood there, her mouth open in disgust, not saying a word.
"What?"
"I'm seriously disappointed." She frowned. "I respected you, I followed your band since the age of Fifteen, and I never, not once, thought you would sink so low."
I sniggered. "You're kidding right?" I smirked. "I'm Synyster Gates, you think any of those groupie whores mean shit to me? How did you not expect the Root and Boot?" I laughed, sucking on the cigarette once more. "Now, do I need to ask you again?" I questioned her, blowing out another cloud of smoke. "Leave."
She shook her head, picking up her clothes from the ground, turning to open the bathroom door.
"Why go in there to get dressed?" I laughed. "You're already naked, just put your clothes on, and go."
She let out a sigh of defeat, and silently dressed herself. "See you around." She frowned, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"No you won't." I smirked.
She shook her head and left.

Fucking groupies, they never learn...

I laid there in silence, finishing my smoke. My phone lit up and a blaring guitar solo sounded from it. I rolled over and picked it up, seeing that I'd received a text.

From: Jimmy

Proud of yourself? You really upset Ruby last night. I don't know what the fuck brought on that attitude, but if it's about Jenna, then it's your problem, don't take it out on Ruby, for fuck sake, she's your best friend. Don't forget, YOU brought her back, YOU begged her to stay. So what the fuck was all that last night? And Matt told me about what happened at the studio yesterday before the party. For God's sake, Brian, she's just a kid, and you're well aware of what stress does to her! She'll be home later this evening, do NOT stress her out like that again. Very fucking disappointed in you, man...

I stared at the text for a good minute before Jimmy's words began to sink in. I wasn't used to being spoken down to like that, especially from Jimmy of all people. I'd been halfway to the point of intoxicated beyond reason last night, and probably said a thing or two that I shouldn't have.

But why should it matter? Ruby should start realizing that Jack never gave a flying fuck about her. Okay, maybe he had at the beginning, they'd seemed really happy, but that wore off really fast. I'd lost count how many times she'd sat next to me in my living room, ranting on about how she hated how he'd spend all day raging up with his friends, and not pay any attention to her until right before he went to bed, for merely just a fuck before sleeping.

Then there was the way he'd pretended to be mine and the guys friend. Raging up with us occasionally, sharing a few drinks at Johnny's Bar on Friday nights, along with a few games of Pool. I very clearly recalled his phone going off every now and then, how he'd just briefly glance at the screen, and put it back in his pocket, ignoring what were clearly texts from Ruby, and then proceed to say "Damn Woman never shuts up." and laugh it off like he was joking. I knew now he wasn't. And my hate only began to grow once Ruby had shown up on my doorstep in tears after Jack had first accused her of sleeping with me.

Time went by, and suddenly, there was no word from Ruby. Admittedly, I'd grown worried, fearing that something bad had happened to her. I relaxed for a moment when I finally saw her post something on Facebook, only to grow angry a few moments later when her current city had changed to Chicago, without her even uttering a word about moving.

I attempted to call her several times before I finally got a response in the form of a text;

From: Ruby

I'm sorry, Brian. I can't see you anymore, or the rest of the guys. I've moved to Chicago with Jack, sorry for not telling you. It just would have been too difficult to say goodbye. It breaks my heart to have to cut off contact with you, but I think it's just best for mine and Jack's relationship. Don't think for one second that I don't love you, that I don't love Matty, and Jimmy, and Zacky and Johnny. I just had to do the right thing. Even if I had to break your hearts, and my own. Take care of yourselves. I love you xx

That was the last I'd heard from her. She'd kept me added on Facebook, but never replied to me, deleting every wall post I made to get her attention. The photos of us on her profile had been deleted, and it was like I'd never existed, like none of us had ever existed. I was left feeling like I was on the outside looking in, watching every status she made.

She'd been miserable. Every day she would comment about the wet, cold climate, stating that she'd give anything to be back in Orange County. Every day she'd complain about being lonely, and missing "the good times" Every now and then, there was a vague status something along the lines of "Wondering what they're all doing right now, I wish we were still talking, but sometimes things happen, and we can't do a thing about it, but in the end, it's probably for the best."

In April this year, her Relationship Status had changed to Single, and I inboxed her for the first time in a year and a half, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd reply this time. My heart had warmed and a few tears had been shed when she finally replied to me.

Ruby Rose:

Hey... I miss you... I am so, so sorry for everything... I've been horrible... Things are so fucked up right now... I don't know what to do... I don't know if I can take another day of feeling this way... I just want to die...

I'd quickly replied;

Brian Haner:

Don't you say that, don't you ever, EVER fucking say that! I don't know what the fuck happened with you and Jack, but you are NOT dying anytime soon, not on my watch. My number is still the same, please call. I'm worried about you...

Our phone call that night had brought me to tears; she'd sounded absolutely devastated, lifeless. I knew I had to see her, and soon. I made plans to visit her, but Avenged Sevenfold's busy schedule had gotten in the way of my every attempt to drive out to see her. Finally, after five months, I'd managed to get enough free time to do so. When she'd broken down in an Anxiety attack right in front of me, I knew I couldn't leave her on her own. I'd decided to bring her back home, where she belonged.

"Fuck." I spat, dousing my cigarette in the ashtray and throwing back the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I grabbed my towel off the back of my door, and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. My mind ran wild with thoughts as I cleansed myself, and I cursed again, realizing what I'd done, smacking the tiled wall in anger. Jimmy was right, I'd been out of line. I had to make it up to her somehow. How could I do that to her? She was my best friend...

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