You, and the boys sat in the tour bus, and talked about everything from their favorite fruit to more serious things. They started telling you about their pasts, and you prayed they wouldn't ask about yours. You were surprised how open they all were to you. You were just another fan before, and now you were going to be with them for the rest of the tour. They were all so nice and treated you like you'd been around forever. You loved it. You were so happy that they were willing to tell you everything about them. You hoped they wouldn't notice that you were sort of being quiet. Your past, and the present was to much for anyone to handle all at once. You excused yourself, and stood up to go to the bathroom, not realizing your shorts had rolled up exposing your scars, and fresh cuts. All the boys noticed, all the color washed from their tan complexions. You bolted to the bathroom, and slammed and locked the door. You broke down. That was the last thing you wanted the boys to see. Jaime started banging on the door, and angrily begging you to come out, you could tell the tears were getting to him. All the boys had their turn at trying to get you out. Then finally Vic came to the door, and said, "Darling, you'll be okay. We'll be okay." You looked up, and a sense of peace came over you. Vic didn't try banging, or ripping the door off the hinges, he just spoke in a quiet, shaky voice. You'd hurt them. You unlocked the door, and Vic pushed it open, and pulled you into a tight hug. Vic finally released you. You walked out and saw all of the boys trying to cover their tears. You looked at Tony, who was crying aloud. You went over to him, and grabbed his hand. You lifted Tony's chin with two fingers to meet his eyes with yours. You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you closer refusing to let you go. "Why do you do this to yourself?" He finally said through tears. "I.. I... I think I should go home. I've hurt you guys already," You started to cry a bit harder. "No, you're not leaving me, Molly, I need you." "We want to hear your story, Molly. Please, it hurts us more to know you're hiding things from us." Mike said. You thought about it, and waited for your tears to ease a bit.

Well, it all started two years ago. My parents marriage deteriorated to nothing. Then one day, while my Mother, and I were out of the house. He packed up his things, and left nothing behind, but a note saying that he wanted nothing to do with us, ever, and the divorce papers with his messy signature on them. My Mom turned to alcohol, and drugs. She'd get so drunk, and then slur profanities at me. She'd throw the closest object at me; run at me and throw powerful punches. One time, I screamed after she'd hit me, then she went to the kitchen and without hesitation she stabbed me" You lifted up the side of your shirt to expose the scar." She rushed me to the hospital, and told the doctor that I'd tried to kill myself. In that moment, I wished I was dead. Things got so bad so I found my only release in harming myself. I started to believe all the drunken words that my mom threw at me. I cut everywhere I could hide with clothes." You stood up, lifting up your shirt, and sliding down your shorts to expose all your scars and cuts. You heard Jaime gasp, and slide his face into his hands. "I had been bullied throughout middle and high school. I never fit it. I had two friends, that's really all I needed. I don't eat. You guys have to understand that. I'm sorry if I've hurt you guys in any way." You started crying again. You all sat in silence for a while. "You're not leaving us, you're not going back home." Jaime said through tears. Mike got up, and went to the back of the bus. He came back with a bowl of rice. "We'll sit here all night until you eat this, and keep it down." he was being serious. It looked and smelled so good. You lifted the spoon, and put it in your mouth. You'd forgotten the feeling of something warm going down your throat. You'd never felt this loved, ever.

The guys started readying for bed, you had no idea where you were sleeping. You just stood there until Tony came and took your hand. He led you to his bunk. I guess that answered that questions. He started throwing balled up socks at you to cheer you up. He finally handed you a t-shirt and a pair of boxers of his. You changed right in front of him, you just didn't think anything of it. You felt Tony's eyes scanning your body, and your cheeks started to burn. You shot around, "What are you looking at, Perry?" You said while laughing. He just turn away, and tried to wipe the big grin off his face. That night, you fell asleep in Tony's arms. The safest place you'd ever been..

Notes

Sorry, it took so long! It kept getting deleted! Thanks for reading! So much more to come!