~Craig's POV~

"You said we wouldn't fucking get caught!" That stupid bitch Ronald I hired yells at me.

I groan again, slamming my head against the bars. "Just shut the fuck up, okay? I said a lot of shit, okay. What happened, happened. Now we've just got to be smart enough to get out of here. But guess what? That's not going to happen if all you do is sit there and moan like a little bitch."

I've apparently chosen the wrong words, as the oaf gets up and shoves me against the bars by my throat. "Listen here, you little piece of shit," he spits at me, "This is your fault. And whether we get out of here or not, there's gonna be hell to pay. So you might want to watch your fucking tone." He releases my collar, punching me in the stomach and stomping off to his cot.

I just sink to the floor. Months ago, I had everything in the world a guy could ask for. Now, here I sit on the floor of a jail cell, holed up with a fucking idiot. All because of that little bitch, Laura.

If, no, when I get out of here, she's never escaping me alive again. I don't care if I have to kill her, her family, and that entire fucking band. Hell, I'll murder an entire town if it means I see that little slut pay for what she's done to me.

"Craig Smith?" I bolt up immediately.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Your bail's been posted. The people somehow kind enough to do that are waiting for you outside. Now, follow me." The door slides open and I step out eagerly, wincing slightly as the handcuffs are taken off my wrists. "You're free to go."

I step outside to unfamiliar faces. "Thanks for popping me." I go to walk away, but the man stops me.

"Oh no, this isn't something that's free of charge. See, years ago, you took in our trash. Now, she's free once again. We want you to find her and end this, now."

I smirk; these must be Laura's folks. "It'll be my pleasure."

~Laura's POV~

I sit by Jaime's bedside, stroking his hair. I'm the one with the gunshot wound, yet somehow I've already been discharged from the hospital, and informed that both Craig and my abuser, apparently named Ronald, are in custody.

"We're okay, baby. All of us, we're alright. We're going to be able to go back on tour when it starts up in a few weeks, and be safe. Happy, even. It's a funny idea, isn't it? Me being happy."

The tears start to fall, which I expect in all honesty. What I don't expect is for a thumb to come up and shakily wipe them away. "L-laura?" My love croaks.

"Oh my god, Jaime, you're awake!" I automatically hit the nurse call button and pepper him with kisses. His hand grips mine tightly, and worry fills his eyes.

"No, no, calm down. It's okay sweetheart, we're all okay. They're in jail; they can't hurt us anymore. We're safe."

And for one of the first times in my life, I actually believe that I may be safe.

Notes

So sorry it's late