“Mike, it’s way too early to be doing this right now,” it was an exasperated sounding Vic. I could just imagine him rubbing his face in frustration.

“Then when do you want me to fucking do it? Don’t I get any say in this Vic? I’m your brother!” Mike’s voice seemed to be getting louder, his anger rising.

“Shut up,” Vic hissed, “You’ll wake her up.”

“Do you think I care about her? Why are you being like this Vic? You’re following her around everywhere like a fucking puppy! Tell me, Vic, why do you like her? Why do you give a fucking fuck about her?”

Ouch, that one stung a little. I silently crawled out of Vic’s bed and made my way to the staircase where all arguments seem to take place.

“What the fuck is going on here?” It was Jaime. I heard two sets of footsteps so I guess that Tony tagged along too.

“I don’t want that bitch to come on tour with us.”

“Don’t cal-”

“I will call her whatever I want Vic. How many times do I need to tell you? I. Don’t. Care. About. Her.”

“I really don’t think you should be bringing her on tour with us,” Jaime said quietly, “I know you like her and stuff, but it’s not going to work out.”

Well I guess Jaime isn’t a big fan of me either. I felt my heart sinking. Were they all going to just leave me here like this? I don’t have a place to live, I’m pretty sure I’m fired from my job, and I can’t handle being alone. It drives me crazy.

“I agree with Jaime, Vic. We don’t know that well and we can’t let her get in between our music.”

I was interfering with their music? Why didn’t Vic tell me? Why didn’t anyone tell me? And how could Tony agree with them? I thought he would understand. But I guess not. I couldn’t trust anyone.

I made my way back to Vic’s room and threw on some clothes while searching for a pen and a piece of paper. I looked at my scrawny writing and placed the note on the bathroom counter, where anyone could find it. I grabbed my phone and quietly made my way down the stairs where the band sat, still debating quietly.

“Hey Nicole!” Jaime called cheerfully.

Lies. I couldn’t believe I trusted him when he was with me. I thought he was my friend. I thought Jaime was happy to see me. But I guess I thought wrong.

“I’m going out,” I muttered quietly, avoiding all of their looks before turning around and walking out of the door.

And yet again, I’m alone. Like always. I wanted to slap myself. How could I have been so stupid? I’ve never trusted anyone before. I have never let myself get attached. I wanted to turn back and stay. I wanted to feel Vic’s arms around me.

But I couldn’t. I can’t trust anyone. I’m better off alone.

Notes

So yeah, I'm not a particularly happy person so there's probably going to be a loooot of drama haha.

Song: Echo by Jason Walker
Quote: "I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name, like a fool at the top of my lungs, sometimes when I close my eyes, I pretend I'm alright but it's never enough."

It was hard to pick the quote from the song since it basically fit the chapter.

P.S. Writer's block is a bitch haha

xx (: