Can You Tell From the Look In Her Eyes?
I'm Not Okay
I woke up the next morning in someone's arms. I turned only to be met with... Mike's face?!
"What the fuck?!" I yelled.
"Jaime had to take care of something and when he got up you started screaming again. Vic and Tony already left, so he begged me to do it," he explained.
"You can let go," I grumbled.
"Sorry," he said, raising his hands and jumping down from the bunk.
"Why'd he leave?" I whispered.
"He uh... he got a text," Mike was clearly hiding something.
"From who?" I narrowed my eyes.
"You know... um... from your old phone..." Mike trailed off.
"Oh," I whispered. I felt myself deflate at the mention of him. "What'd it say?"
"I really don't know. He was so angry when he left that he could barely get any words out."
I immediately got out of my bunk, grabbed a handful of clothed, and ran to the bathroom to put them on. I decided on a white tank top, a pair of under armor shorts, and a pair of black Keds. (http://www.polyvore.com/carter_chpt_12/set?id=87264864)
I ran out the door still trying to pull my shoes on. I started walking around the venue in search of my favorite dimply bastard. I got stopped by a few people who recognized me from singing with Vic. Apparently, it was all over YouTube and Tumblr.
I stopped cold when I saw Jaime stumbling towards the medical tent with a bloody nose and black eye.
"Jaime!" I ran to him.
"Hey, Car," he smiled weakly.
"What happened to you, baby?" I fornwed and reached for his eye.
"I got a text," he winced.
"From... him?" I asked quietly.
He only nodded, giving me a solemn look.
"What did it say?" I asked fearfully. Whatever it said had to be pretty bad for Jaime to look like this....
"It said that you better get ready for round 2," he explained. "I walked around and I rang your old phone. Rian's pocket started buzzing, so I beat him up. He looks a lot worse than me, trust me."
"You mean... Rian did this?!" I gasped in horror.
"It looks like it," Jaime sighed. "I called the cops but we don't have enough evidence. All we have is the text and since it's your phone, we have no proof he sent it."
I looked down at my hands and tears began to slide down my cheeks. Rian raped me and we don't even have enough evidence for the police to investigate.
You deserve it little whore! my mind screamed at me. Maybe I did...
I hugged onto Jaime in all my misery as he desperately tried to stop my tears.
"Baby, please don't cry. You'll be okay. The boys and I have a plan. We'll get our revenge," he said frantically, trying to subdue me.
"What is it?"
"We'll talk about it later, I don't want anyone to hear," he whispered.
"Okay. Let's kick his ass!' I smiled at the thought of revenge.
"No one will believe you, slut!" I heard someone whisper in my ear. I turned around finding no one even within arm's length.
"Babe, you okay?" Jaime asked worriedly.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"What the fuck?!" I yelled.
"Jaime had to take care of something and when he got up you started screaming again. Vic and Tony already left, so he begged me to do it," he explained.
"You can let go," I grumbled.
"Sorry," he said, raising his hands and jumping down from the bunk.
"Why'd he leave?" I whispered.
"He uh... he got a text," Mike was clearly hiding something.
"From who?" I narrowed my eyes.
"You know... um... from your old phone..." Mike trailed off.
"Oh," I whispered. I felt myself deflate at the mention of him. "What'd it say?"
"I really don't know. He was so angry when he left that he could barely get any words out."
I immediately got out of my bunk, grabbed a handful of clothed, and ran to the bathroom to put them on. I decided on a white tank top, a pair of under armor shorts, and a pair of black Keds. (http://www.polyvore.com/carter_chpt_12/set?id=87264864)
I ran out the door still trying to pull my shoes on. I started walking around the venue in search of my favorite dimply bastard. I got stopped by a few people who recognized me from singing with Vic. Apparently, it was all over YouTube and Tumblr.
I stopped cold when I saw Jaime stumbling towards the medical tent with a bloody nose and black eye.
"Jaime!" I ran to him.
"Hey, Car," he smiled weakly.
"What happened to you, baby?" I fornwed and reached for his eye.
"I got a text," he winced.
"From... him?" I asked quietly.
He only nodded, giving me a solemn look.
"What did it say?" I asked fearfully. Whatever it said had to be pretty bad for Jaime to look like this....
"It said that you better get ready for round 2," he explained. "I walked around and I rang your old phone. Rian's pocket started buzzing, so I beat him up. He looks a lot worse than me, trust me."
"You mean... Rian did this?!" I gasped in horror.
"It looks like it," Jaime sighed. "I called the cops but we don't have enough evidence. All we have is the text and since it's your phone, we have no proof he sent it."
I looked down at my hands and tears began to slide down my cheeks. Rian raped me and we don't even have enough evidence for the police to investigate.
You deserve it little whore! my mind screamed at me. Maybe I did...
I hugged onto Jaime in all my misery as he desperately tried to stop my tears.
"Baby, please don't cry. You'll be okay. The boys and I have a plan. We'll get our revenge," he said frantically, trying to subdue me.
"What is it?"
"We'll talk about it later, I don't want anyone to hear," he whispered.
"Okay. Let's kick his ass!' I smiled at the thought of revenge.
"No one will believe you, slut!" I heard someone whisper in my ear. I turned around finding no one even within arm's length.
"Babe, you okay?" Jaime asked worriedly.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
Notes
Song Credit: I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance *sobs hysterically*Yeah, so props to foreverdead for being the first to figure it out!
Yeah, I couldn't conatin it anymore! It was Rian!
Anyways, thanks for keeping on reading! Y'all are awesome! (:
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I love Chiodos tbh. I don't see why there isn't more fanfiction.
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