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Runaway

Room Here Left To Grow


***Around a year ago****

“Zacky, ya gotta give him a break one o’ these days.” Brian put his guitar away next to mine as we finally clocked out for the day.
I was exhausted, so I didn’t have the patience for his shit, “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“He’s stayed late every single day this week to work on that song. And don’t think he didn’t feel the tension in the room today during Roman Sky.”

“I’m just tired, Bri. Can I please just go home??” The 13+ hour days were starting to seriously get to me. Our new drummer was great, and I knew that, so I had no idea what Syn was annoying me about.

“C’mon. Seriously, man. We’ve all commented on how well he’s nailed Almost Easy, especially since the only time he’s touched it has been after hours. And we keep some long ass hours. He’s waiting for your approval, dude. Don’t be a dick. You know he’s nailing it.”
“Yeah. And he knows it. I don’t need to tell him that. He doesn’t care what I think.”

“Look, I get that you’re having a rough time dealing with a drummer filling those shoes, especially after Arin didn’t work out, but--”
I shoved Brian in the chest and pointed a finger in his face, “There’s no filling those shoes, Brian! How dare you even phrase it like that?! You of all people should understand! Fuck this!!” And I stormed out, driving way too fast all the way home.

Once again, Megs and my brand new baby boy were already asleep. I wanted to spend time with them so badly, but the album was wrapping up nicely and we all knew we couldn’t stop now--or even take breaks. There would be a nice break during all the mixing and then the release of the album, before the craziness of tour--so I took solace in that.

Brooks was an incredible drummer, and a really good dude. The record had come together so much easier than the last. Well, not necessarily easier, just...it was more us. Obviously. And he melded into our creativity well, anyone could see that. In the beginning, I had no problems letting him in--into the process, into sharing his ideas, into going out after long days for a beer.
It wasn’t until the days got easier, the jokes came faster, the air seemed more relaxed that I had a problem. Something about it felt...wrong.

I’d never had a problem with Arin, because he never even came close to really becoming one of us. Sure we had our good times and made a killer record together, but he would’ve always been like the little brother to the group--which is why it didn’t work.

Not Brooks, though. He was ultimately perfect. His drumming was fucking mind-blowing. He was funny. Creative. Gelled. Knew exactly how to voice ideas without stepping on toes or over boundaries. From day one he walked in making it very clear he knew what he was getting into. But just because he had no intentions of replacing Jimmy didn’t mean it didn’t feel that way.

I knew it was fucked. Why was I the only one that had issues with this? Oh, right. Because I had trust issues. Wonderful. Everyone feel bad for the rhythm guitarist who isn’t able to love. Who’s married, no less.

Some JD with my name on it calmed my over-frayed nerves as I tried to unwind on my porch. Once I had finished the drink, I headed upstairs to stare at my newest creation--our son.

He was everything good in the world. I’d never been able to love anyone but my bandmates, guys I’d known for so many years and so well that it was impossible not to. Not Tennessee, though. It had only taken me one millionth of a second to fall head over heels for him. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me. But it didn’t matter.

Maybe, just maybe, if this little guy could steal my heart--I could give Brooks a chance.

****

The following night, a couple beers in at Johnny’s, I went outside for a cigarette. My drummer got the idea and joined me a minute later, but I interrupted him before he could go first. I wasn't good at talking about my feelings, so hopefully I could get this across to him. He certainly deserved this much.

“You are killing it on Almost Easy this week. I don’t know why you don’t work on something else, you’ve clearly got it down,” I smiled wide, taking a sip of my beer and sneaking a look over at him.
The blonde smiled back, keeping his eyes forward, “Thanks, man. I do need to get cranking on Beast.”

So much passed between us with a couple of short phrases and I knew he understood.

****Vi’s POV****

I was nervous as all fuck, which was stupid. This week had had plenty of late nights and a ton of sex, but tonight was the first night we’d be in public together. I felt like a teenager. No matter how much time we spent together, those green eyes made my stomach drop and my heart flutter every. Single. Time.

I chose a crop top and some sexy leggings with heels and checked myself in the mirror. He could stop my heart all he wanted, but I was most definitely going to stop his, too. It was Saturday night and that meant it was so. on.

Erin picked me up and we went into the bar arm in arm. My gaze couldn’t help but float across the room to their usual alcove and sure enough--they were all there. He hadn’t seen me yet, so I dragged Erin over to the bar to get drinks.
We hadn’t even gotten our first round when I felt the heat of his body against my back as he boxed me against the counter. Erin was suddenly nowhere to be found.

“You look good enough to eat. I should sit you on this counter right here in front of everyone and do just that.”

The hot words and his warm breath sent shivers across my entire body. I turned inside the small box he’d put me in, with a smart comeback that froze on my tongue with how good he looked.



He wore a baseball cap cocked to the side, the tufts of hair that he kept around his face perfectly placed. He’d shaved again, and...did I see a little bit of makeup? It was only enough to make his eyes pop, and the look in them told me he knew that extremely well. His lip quirked ever so slightly and he reached behind me to grab my drink for me, signaling to Candice to put it on his tab. Putting the drink in one of my hands, he casually laced his fingers into my other hand and led me back to their table.

My body was alive with adrenaline and nerves. I’d only hung out with them a couple of times and most definitely wasn’t used to it yet. I armored up in the most confidence I could muster and braced myself. When we got to the table, he motioned for me to sit down first. Fuck.

Next to my empty space, Brian sat--arm coolly across the back of the cushion of the seat. He was talking to Johnny, who sat to his right, but then looked up when he saw us and motioned for me to sit as well.

“Hey, guys.” I sat, trying not to get too close to Synyster. When Zacky sat on my other side, though, suddenly our thighs were all pressed together. I took a long draw on my Scotch.
“Hey, Violet.” All the guys welcomed me nicely, but with that look in their eyes. One I knew too well. They were still dudes, after all. It was friendly, with a hint of “we all talk about you when you’re not here” behind it that they all thought I couldn’t see.

Shadows took a sip of his beer and pointed a finger my way, “You tell her you picked a place yet?” He smirked.
I looked up at Zack, who was currently glaring at Matt before he looked down at me, “Not yet.” His fingers grazed over my leg, “I made an offer on that last one I took you to and they accepted. I was going to move in and surprise you.” This made Matt laugh, followed by the others.

As they made conversation, Brian leaned over to my ear, close enough that the others wouldn’t hear. It was loud enough in the place that no one would think twice about the move.
“You look great tonight, Violet.”

My name rolled of his tongue with purpose and my fingers clutched tight at my glass as my thighs pressed together. As he sat back in place, our gazes locked. The chocolate depths were unwavering--full of lead guitarist presence that ran through every fiber of his being. That's when I noticed the trace amounts of smudged black that was just enough to compliment his hooded eyes.
Violet came through and I tossed my hair, giving him an obvious once-over that I’m sure even he wasn’t used to before I added, “You too, Gates.”
The legendary hint of a smirk played at one corner of his mouth before his expression opened up in a touche sort of relention. When I turned back to Vengeance, he was playing like he hadn’t noticed, but as his eyes briefly met mine I saw some sort of mischief there and had to wonder.

Zack’s hand began to explore up my thigh and I leaned towards him, about to tell him two could play this game--when a fiery ball of emo fury showed up right in front of us.

Rhea’s eyes fired down at me as she yanked another woman up against her, kissed her, and looked back at me--hushing the entire table.
“See if you ever get pussy like mine again, Violet.”
I looked up with a bold smirk on my face, leaning into Zack a little just to rub it in, “It wasn’t that good, sweetie.”

With a deep inhale of shock, followed by a flip of her hair--a move that I thought until that moment was reserved for teenagers--she stormed off with the other befuddled girl in tow.

All five duded stared at me, gawking. For a few moments that were hilarious in my own head, I looked around the table before shrugging,
“Women. Am I right?”

Amongst the chortles and coughing fits that ensued, I glanced over to Zacky, who had a wide grin on his face.
“You laugh now, but when she murders me in my sleep, you’ll be down several orgasms a day.”

This furthered the howling laughter as Brooks raised his beer, “She’s gotcha there, Vengeance. Maybe you should go defend her honor.”
“I wanna see this,” Christ nodded over to where they were making a scene on the dance floor, “Seriously, though. What the fuck was that?”
I sighed heavily, “I picked her up at Gaslamp's one night. She’d never been with a woman before. We were only together one more time, and she gets all clingy on me--so I kicked her out.”
“Savage.” Brian took a drink of his Scotch and I realized I was out.
“So you just...pick girls up...at bars?” Matt’s mouth still hung open.
I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes a little, “Yeah. Didn’t you ever do that?”
His hazel eyes fell as he fake-coughed into his fist, “That’s, uh, some game you got there.”
“Thanks.” I smirked again.
“So how did she get clingy?” Christ insisted on details with a wicked smile on his boyish face.
“She flat out insisted I must feel what it is we have,” I rolled my eyes and they all guffawed in agreement because they’d all been there.

Looking up at the bar, I noticed Jake and had to get over there to get some answers about if I should feel like I was in danger or not. Shooing my way out of the booth, I told them I was getting another drink.
The only other guy at the table that also needed another was Gates. I looked at the glass and up at him.
“Just Laphraoig tonight, darlin’.”
He gave me a hint of a smile, I returned in kind, and walked off.

****Z’s POV****

I watched Violet’s ass sway as she walked to the bar. Then I enjoyed the incredibly jealous looks on each of the guys' faces. Well, except for Brian’s.

The brown eyes met mine quickly in silent agreement that this would soon be known as one of the best nights of our lives. We’d planned it down to every last detail. We knew one another way too well, so we played to each of our strengths as we figured out what we wanted to do to her. She would get two drinks in before our plan unfolded, and she was already one down.

Johnny gave Brian the eyebrow, “You’re layin’ it on thick there, buddy. On Zacky’s girl.” He looked at me, “What the fuck are you two up to?”
Brooks was actually the one to chuckle knowingly and shake his head, “Isn’t it obvious?” One of the fingers on his coke wagged between me and Brian, “They are doing her tonight.” He laughed as Shadz’ and Johnny’s jaws dropped.

“She gonna watch the Synacky finally go down tonight? Or is she--” Matt started and before Christ interrupted him his middle finger was already up.
“Jealous, Matt?” Christ laughed as Brian and I rolled our eyes. Syn licked his lips like he was about to say something, but then just shut his mouth and gave a light chuckle, pretty much confirming that we were taking her home tonight. Well, out of this establishment anyway.

“So who’s the jock?” My bassist motioned towards the bar. I turned to find a shock of burning jealousy running rampant through me that I couldn’t even begin to explain. The guy she was talking to was what I would describe as the exact opposite of me. No visible tatts, tall, clean cut, jock boy good looks, and wearing a very tight shirt to show off just how much he worked out. They didn’t particularly look like they were flirting exactly, but why was she talking to this guy at all??



Eventually the laughter from all the guys aimed my way registered and I furrowed my brow, choosing to ignore them, “I don’t know.”

Not sure what my endgame was, I stood up and walked towards her, trying to calm myself down. I knew knocking his lights out would piss her off and guarantee that I wouldn’t be getting any for awhile, so what the fuck was I doing??

I confidently walked up to her other side, put my hand to her lower back and murmured deeply into her ear, “Baby.” To my relief, she melted into my side and I couldn’t help the crooked grin that happened when she glittered those eyes up at me with a smile.

“Zacky, this is Jake. He’s, um, the one I told you about that Meaghan’s been seeing.”



Jake sputtered and blushed, apparently not sure about her description. After he fumbled over some words, he eventually gave up and just put out his hand, “Nice to meet you, man. Big fan.”
“Thanks.” While his reaction was fairly amusing, none of it really explained why they were talking. And Megs wasn’t even here. Calm the fuck down, Vengeance.

Jake could pick up what was going down and quickly made an excuse to go away, which I was thankful for. As soon as he’d stepped away, she whirled on me. Her eyes dared me to speak. Careful, Z.

But I didn’t listen.
“Mind telling me what you were talking about with Captain America here?” I tightened my grip on her to attempt to assert my dominance.
Violet pushed both hands to my chest and gave me an overload of attitude, “Excuse me? I don’t have to tell you shit.” She narrowed her eyes and I was already backtracking in my head. Shitshitshit, “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, especially when it comes to your ex.” She huffed.

Wait, she thought I was jealous that he was with Megs?? Maybe I could use that somehow to my advantage to save this conversation? What didn’t help, was remembering she’d told me that the guy Megs was dating was a bartender at a club she’d gone to and how she’d introduced them, yada yada, and that just made me more jealous.

My hand at her back wrapped around her as my lips went to her ear, “Well, actually, I’m jealous that you've been hanging around with that, but whatever.”
I pulled away just in time to catch the smile that threatened at her mouth before she scowled. Gotcha.

“Did you get your drinks?” I attempted to lighten the mood and breathed easy when she snapped out of it and looked at the bar where the two drinks sat waiting. She grabbed both with a grin and I followed her back to the table. Time for this plan to swing into action.

I kept my arm across the seat behind her--somewhat claiming her. She kept her hands on her drink, but wasn’t afraid to press her body ever so barely up against mine. Brian made a few subtle movements as they finished their drinks, a flirty look here--a smirk there. When his fingers grazed over her thigh, I watched her carefully. Her wide violet eyes slowly raised to mine and I made sure my look back was unwavering and commanding, letting her know she didn’t have a choice in what the night held for her. At first her gaze was equally dominating--full of flashy lust and promise. But when I didn’t back down I could actually see the change in her violet orbs. Without breaking my gaze, she finished the last of her drink as if her thoughts equalled my own.

I leaned over to her ear, letting my hand wander to her waist to further trap her, “That’s a good girl, Violet. I don’t need you questioning me or making any moves. I have a plan for you tonight and you will do as you’re told or I will take you home. Are we clear?”

Her saucer wide gaze met mine when I pulled away. She nodded, “Crystal.” I smirked and grabbed her hand, “Good.”

***

I made her stay completely silent during the fifteen minute drive to the hotel. I motioned towards the elevators once we had stepped inside the fancy hotel and followed her in. The moment I saw the hallway to our room was clear, I put on her blindfold.

***

Notes


No, "relention" is not a word. ; )

Sorry to stop there, but the next chapter is going to be quite long. ; )

Continual thanks to Larisa for helping me add to this chapter a little! She thought Vi should be a little more sassy when Rhea confronts her and she was absolutely right!!

Comments

@rizanicole
Thanks for appreciating that little tidbit!! I can't wait to get some one day, I bet it is really fun! Hope you like yours!
@overneaththepathofmisery
RIGHT?!? hahaha

FINALLY! *praise the lord, motherfucker!*

Yaaaaay!! So glad to see them back together, and in a (potentially) more stable situation! I really love the detail of her taking out her contacts for this conversation, it makes the whole thing feel very real and vulnerable. (I wore colored contacts for the first time a couple weeks ago, and dang, they can really make you feel like a different person, lol!)

rizanicole rizanicole
6/1/19

@overneaththepathofmisery
Bahaha right?!? Well, here ya go!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
5/27/19

Bitches (and I use that term AFFECTIONATELY) better be figuring their shit out *shakes fist in a completely non threatening, entirely laughable manner*