Why Do You Torture Me So?

I laid in my bunk sweating like a pig as I heard the guy's voices sounding from the front of the bus. I didn't want to get up because that means I'd need to face Mike and I also didn't want to get the guys sick. We might have been done with the tour but they still didn't need to be sick.

"Alice! Get out of bed now!" Tony yelled loudly from inside the bathroom, causing me to sigh loudly then erupt into a wet coughing fit. I turned back to face the wall as my curtain was ripped open. The light flooded my bunk and I brought the blanket over my head. It was ripped away from my body and I let out a shriek.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled loudly and groped around looking for it. I heard laughter and I pulled my shirt down to cover my thigh covered pants. I'll kill 'em. Every last one of them.

"Get the fuck outta bed." Mike snapped and I rolled over to glare at him.

"Go fuck yourself, Mikey." I replied Pulling another blanket over my shoulder and sticking my tongue out at him. He reached forward pulling at the blanket as I growled as he started to pull it off of my cold shaking being.

"I'm to pretty to fuck myself Alice. But you could do the job." He sneered and pulled me to my feet. I groaned standing, but then brought my fist back and punched him in the nose. Blood erupted from under my fist and I smirked at my handy work before grabbing my jeans and switching my pj bottoms for them. I walked out into the lounge, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge and sitting on Jaime's lap.

"You're alive? Woah." He commented and began to braid my ugly hair.

"Yeah, but I can't say the same thing for Mike." I announced with a smile. Vic looked up from the stove and have me a confused look as Tony put down the PSP controler.

"What did you do this time?" Vic asked as Mike burst through the door, more pissed off than a newly branded bull. I sat calmly on Jaime's lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist; Mike stomped over to me, his nose still bleeding, and grabbed me by the collar of my tee shirt. He lifted me up into the air easily.

"WHAT THE FUCK ALICE! YOU FUCKING WHORE! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" He yelled in my face and I flinched. I just stayed there, hanging like a coat on the hook, as he yelled and cursed at me for hitting him. After about 5 minutes of being called 'A Fucking whore who needs to get her ass beat', I decided enough was enough.

"Know what Michael? YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOUR GOD-AMN SELF AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. i'VE DONE PRACTICALLY NOTHING TO YOUR SORRY ASS BUT STILL YOU YELL AT ME WHO FUCKING RAPED YOUR GOD-DAMN BROTHER THAN KILLED HIM! SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU SELF-CENTERED ASSHOLE!" I brought my fist back and sung at his jaw, hearing a satisfying crack from his bone. As as he fell down ass first onto the carpet, I looked him dead in the eye and said possibly the worst thing I could have.

"I remember everything Michael. Everything." His jaw dropped as I said it and I stomped out to my bunk. I crawled in and turned on my laptop. I logged in quickly and make a little reminder to go to a computer store and reset the who thing to remove the times. I just scrolled through my Tumblr account reblogging things for the remainder of the day, trying to avoid them.

After several hours, I climbed out of my bunk, only after I checked to see if they were there and opened up the cabinets looking for booze. I found it quickly and cracked open the cap of the bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey. Oh good old JD always there for me.

I brought it to my lips and took a swig of the fabulous liquid which soon became half of the unopened bottle in my body. I heard footsteps but decided not to stop or say anything.

"What's wrong Alice?" The voice asked me softly and I looked up to see Vic smiling sadly at me.

“Nuffin.” I replied taking another swig. Oh the Whiskey burned my throat but it felt so good to feel something other than numbness for once. I’d rather fall asleep with a knife in my back but this would count too.

“Bull shit Alice.” He replied taking the bottle from me. I let out a whine as I reached for it. He took a swig then handed it back to me and I downed another good bit.

“Yes. Bull Fucking Shit. Now Please leave me alone. I’m sorry Vic but I’m not doing well. I haven’t and won’t. Now please excuse me.” I said standing up and grabbed another two bottles and made my way to my bunk with Vic on my heals. He climbed into my bunk with me and we drank the bottles and passed out in my bunk, forgetting life.

Notes

So its a drama filled chapter lovelys.
What do you think Alice ment when she said she remembered everything? Why do you think Mike was so mad at her?
please comment my lovelies.
xoxo
abby