Beast and the Harlot

The roar from the crowd is electrifying. I've played with numerous musicians over the years but none of them had fans as diehard as Avenged Sevenfold does.

"Are you ready for this?" Johnny smiles at me, and I give him a nod. "I'm sorry about my sister before. She's been like that ever since Jimmy passed away and I'm getting really sick of it. She acts like we couldn't possibly understand how she is feeling and nothing could be further from the truth" he sighs sadly and I'm at a loss for the correct way to comfort him, so I just stand there awkwardly. Johnny looks up and I can see the tears brimming up in his eyes, before he quickly wipes them away and grabs his bass. "I'm sorry...I don't want to keep talking about him because I don't want it to seem like we aren't happy to have you here"

I shake my head at him, "Don't be sorry. I think that it's awesome that you guys still tell stories and say how much you miss him. He wasn't just the drummer in your band, he was your best friend and brother" I say and Johnny gives me a small nod. "Oh and don't apologize for your sister, she actually offered to help me out" I shrug and his jaw literally hits the floor.

"You're shitting me, right?" he gasps and I shake my head slowly. "Well fuck, she either feels bad for you because of the divorce, or she thinks you're hot and she wants to fuck you" he laughs and I just roll my eyes.

"She's just being nice-" I say before Johnny interjects.

"My sister is the spawn of Satan. She doesn't do things to be nice" he chuckles and I sarcastically laugh because I hope that she isn't just doing it because she pities me, because I know Johnny's other theory is a load of bull...she told me she hates me.

Emilee's POV

The show just ended and I'm officially freaking the fuck out. I've been a nervous wreck for the last two hours because the twins thought that it would be fun to play hide and seek, and I stupidly agreed. Now, I can't find them and their dad is going to murder me.

"Hey" a voice echoes from behind me and I literally jump when I recognize the person speaking. "I hope the boys weren't too much trouble for you" Brooks says as he stops next to me, but I can't even look up and face him.. I mean, I lost his freaking children for crying out loud!

I just stand there in awkward silence and I can see him giving me a questioning look out of the corner of my eye. I open my mouth to apologize, when suddenly the twins come barreling out from behind the drum cases and tackle their father to the ground. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..you were soooooo amazing!" Miles shouts and I finally release the breath I feel like I've been holding for hours.

Brooks wraps his long arms around his children and places loving kisses on top of their heads, "Were you two good for Miss Emilee?" he questions and they exchange devious smirks before slithering out of his grip and running back to the tour bus with the rest of the band. Brooks shakes his head and laughs as he stands back on his feet, "So I really hope they weren't too awful to watch" he says and I can feel the word vomit rising in my throat but I'm powerless to stop it.

"I lost your kids-" I blurt out before I quickly cover my mouth and will myself to shut up.

"You what?" He chuckles because he obviously thinks I'm joking.

I let out a deep sigh and wring my hands together nervously, "I'm not joking...I really did lose them. They conned me into playing hide and go seek, and I stupidly agreed. I know that what I did was dangerous and reckless, and I completely understand if you want to scream at me...I deserve it" I ramble out and his expression is unreadable.

"I- um...that beer is going to have to wait. Sorry-" is all he says before turning and walking back to the bus, and I am just left standing there like an idiot.

I can't believe that he just walked away like that! Is he really that pissed off that he can't even stand to be near me. Ugh, why the fuck do I care anyhow?! I think it's his own damn fault for not working harder to find a responsible person to watch his kids...I'm only 24 for Christ's sake. He should have asked one of the wives who actually have some experience with younger children. I'm the baby of the family so I never even had a younger sibling to help out with. So whatever...he can be mad.

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