Brooks' POV
Brian is just standing there, staring at me, after I told him everything that has been going on in my personal life. "Wow...I'm so sorry man" he says sadly and I just wave him off.
"I'm fine...I just need to focus on what is best for me, and the kids" I sigh and Brian lights up another smoke and motions to offer me one, "No thanks. I never saw the appeal" I chuckle and he just shrugs his shoulders at me.
"Man, you don't know what you're missing. I swear these cigarettes were made by the Gods" Brian laughs and I just shake my head at him. "So, are you going to tell Emilee what's going on, or are you just going to let her continue to be pissy about what happened?"
"I don't want her to feel-" I start to say, pity for me, but am cut off when Emilee drunkenly stumbles towards us, clutching her leather jacket tightly to her body.
"Hey Em" Brian says, but she just walks inside the bus without acknowledging either one of us. "See man, she doesn't just hate you" he jokes but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right with her.
"I'm going to go and check on her" I say and Brian rolls his eyes at me.
"Don't you have enough kids to worry about? Emilee is a big girl who probably just drank too much. I'm sure she's fine" he says, but I still walk passed him and inside the bus. I can hear the faint sound of the shower running, and I'm about to just head to my bunk and admit that Brian was right, until I hear small sobs coming from the other side of the bathroom door.
I lightly knock on the door and Emilee shouts back in aggravation, "It's occupied! Go find a tree to piss on!"
"Emilee, it's me. Are you ok?" I ask though the closed door and all I get back is silence. "Emilee, please answer me or I'm going to go wake Johnny up" I press, and the door quickly flies open and I'm yanked inside by the front of my shirt.
"God, what is your problem?! I'm trying to get in the shower and now all of a sudden you want to talk to me. You're the asshole who didn't give two shits about me earlier" she growls angrily at me.
"That's not true" I say and she just crosses her arms and arches an eyebrow at me. "I said I was sorry, but-"
"But what?? You were so pissed off at me that you couldn't possibly understand that I never meant to put your kids at risk! God, just leave me the hell alone! I am not in the mood for your self-righteous crap." She huffs and shrugs out of her jacket.
My eyes grow wide when I see the bruise marks on her arms and the faint bruise mark around her neck, "Holy shit...Who did that to you??" I inquire and she just scoffs and shoves me out of the bathroom and into Brian, who was on his way back to his bunk.
"You guys showering together now? Damn Brooks, maybe the boys weren't wrong about you guys" he snickers, but I'm not in the mood for jokes.
"She's covered in bruises, Bri-" I say seriously and he immediately stops laughing.
"What the fuck?! Emilee open up the damn door!" Brian shouts and I hear the rest of the guys start to stir.
This is not going to end well...
Emilee's POV
Stupid Syn is shouting for me to open up the bathroom door, and I know that Fuckface must have told him about the bruises. God, why can't he mind his own damn business?! "I'm naked, Brian. Your wife wouldn't appreciate if I did that" I sarcastically joke before stepping into the hot water.
I grab my scrubby and lather it up with my favorite body wash and rub it over my skin. I can faintly hear the sounds of a muffled conversation out in the hallway, but I tune everything out. I whimper slightly as I scrub the raw and tender flesh peppered around my body.
When I left the bar with the bartender, who's name turned out to be Michael, he got way more physical than I was expecting. I kept crying for him to stop because he was hurting me, but he just laughed in my face and told me that sluts like me don't feel pain. I silently prayed for someone to come and rescue me, but like every other time I've prayed in my life, I was ignored.
God, I wish Jimmy was here right now...he would make everything better. I know that he would have never allowed me to go to the bar by myself, and he definitely would have stopped me from leaving with that devilishly handsome creep.
I miss how he used to hold me in his arms and swear to me that no matter what happened, that I would always be his girl. Sure, he was engaged to Leana, but she could never love him as much as I did. I was stupidly in love with my best friend, who was in love with someone else, but I could never be mad at Jimmy for it. As much as it killed me, I know he saw me as his little sister too.
"Emilee, open the damn door!" my brother, Johnny, screams and I let out a groan and turn off the water. I wrap a towel tightly around myself before yanking the door open to see everyone staring at me. "Jesus fucking Christ, who did this to you?!" Johnny spits angrily but I just push past him and head for the kitchen to get a drink. "Are you seriously going to get drunk again so you can make more bad decisions?!" Johnny scolds and I shrug my shoulders at him.
"Go back to bed before you wake the terror twins up. I don't need to deal with that on top of a hangover" I spit back and watch the look of sadness on Brooks' face as everyone else grumbles about what an immature bitch I'm being, before heading off to bed.
Brooks takes a seat on the couch next to me as I unscrew the cap from the bottle of Jack and let the amber liquid burn down the back of my throat. "I'm sorry for what my boys did to you earlier" Brooks says softly as he removes the bottle from my hands and takes a sip for himself, "They aren't bad kids, they are just seeing things that aren't there. I hope that this-" he says and motions to my bruises, "isn't because of what they did..or what I did"
I scoff and take the bottle back, "God, you're awfully full of yourself" I say and take a large gulp from the bottle. "Why are you even here?" I slur and he takes the Jack back away from me.
"Because I don't want you to hate me" he huffs.
"Well, you're too late for that" I snark back and grab at the bottle but he holds it out of my reach. I groan and crawl across his lap and try to pull it from his hands but slip and feel myself heading for the floor.
Suddenly there is a loud shattering sound, and I'm being yanked back onto Brooks' lap. I look down at the broken bottle of Jack spilled all over the floor before turning my attention towards Brooks, who's bright eyes have gone completely wide. It's then that I realize that my towel is laying on the ground, next to the broken shards of glass.
I can't believe I'm just sitting here on his lap, completely nude, but can't will my drunken legs to move. "I-um.." Brooks stammers, and I'll admit that he's cute when he's flustered, "You should...um...I'll get your towel" he says and leans forward to grab it, but I place my hand on his chest to stop him.
Fuck....What am I doing?!

Notes

Cliffhanger!!!!! ;)