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I Won't See You Tonight	By : ShotgunSheri Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I Won't See You Tonight
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--Matt--

Bree was put on heavy doses of antidepressants before leaving the hospital. She was constantly taking them and she would barely talk to anyone. The only person she’d talk to is Zacky, and every so often she’d start talking to me before slipping into silence once more.

The doctors gave her “The Morning After” pill while she was at the hospital… I think that’s what messed with her the most, the reality that she very well could have gotten pregnant.

Everything was just so fucked up; We had to quit the remainder of the tour, for obvious reasons. It had only been a month since the incident and Bree was starting to talk to everyone again. She was starting to smile every so often, thanks to Zacky.

She’d moved in with Zacky when we got back to California, leaving me feeling more alone than I’ve felt in my entire life. I was still on edge, even though Brian was locked in a jail cell in Boston, where he’d been arrested. The trial was being held there next month.

“Ugh,” I sighed, taking a beer out of the fridge before sitting on the small couch and turning the T.V. on.

“Police are searching for an escaped inmate from Middle Sex County Jail in Boston after the inmate, Brian Haner Jr.--- formerly a member of rock band Avenged Sevenfold--- broke out a few days ago. Mitt Romney spoke out to the public last night telling them to be careful and if they saw Haner to not approach the unstable male.”

I stared at the screen in shock for a moment before grabbing my keys and running out the door, I needed to get to Bree and Zacky before he did…

--Zacky--

Bree was becoming a little more like her self each day. We hadn’t so much as kissed since the incident almost a month ago, but I wasn’t complaining. She needed time, and I could understand why she wasn’t trying to jump anyone’s bones at the moment.

We were curled up on the couch, my arms around her. It’s how we spent most of our time lately; silently, with me holding her.

I suppose she felt comforted by me, she felt I was one of the only people she could trust--- aside from Matt.

Suddenly, she turned to face me and looked into my eyes for a long time before letting a wide smile creep upon her face--- something she hadn’t done in far too long. “I love you baby,” she said softly.

“I love you t---”

She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine, kissing me softly at first before we lost ourselves in each other, our tongues exploring as if this were our first kiss.

I suppose in a way, it was our first kiss.

We continued to make out for a few minutes until someone knocked on the door. “I’ll get it,” I whispered.

“Baby… Let them think we’re not home…” she said with an adorable expression. “I’ve missed this… I’ve missed normal…”

I sighed and kissed her again, “I know baby… But it could be important…”

She nodded and smirked, “Alright… But, I’ll be waiting impatiently for you baby…”

I walked to the door of the apartment we shared, it was down the hallway and slightly around the corner from the living room. I opened the door, figuring it was Matt.

Something cold and metallic pressed into my torso. “Don’t make a sound lover-boy,” he said through gritted teeth, his familiar voice ringing in my ears.

My eyes must have dilated, because suddenly the room seemed so distant and warped. My head was spinning, but I tried to keep my cool. “What do you want?” I asked with a hint of venom in my voice.

He smirked, “Where’s my sister? I believe there’s something I need to finish…”

“Fuck you,” I growled. “You’re not touching Bree.”

“Zacky, who’s at the door?” Bree asked, coming around the corner.

She froze as she locked eyes with him.

--Brian--

“Hey there, Bree,” I asked with a smirk.

Pathetic, the little slut’s eyes were watering as she gaped at me, the color draining from her face. “W-why are you h-here?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I needed a good fuck, and if I remember correctly, you were great,” I smirked.

She backed up while Zacky punched me square in the jaw, causing me to drop my gun. “Run, baby, fucking run!” he screamed. She ran toward the back of the apartment, Zacky right behind her.

It only took me a second to compose myself and grab my 9mm before running after them.

--Zacky--

“Run, baby, fucking run!” I screamed. Bree ran towards the living room where we could get onto the fire escape, I was close behind her. Brian would get her, I wouldn’t let that fuck take her from me.

“Don’t fucking move!” Brian yelled, catching up to us.

Bree froze and whimpered. “Baby, just go… Please!” I pleaded.

BANG.

--Breanne--

I screamed as Zacky stared at me in shock before falling to the floor. Brian had unloaded a bullet into his chest. I ran toward him and fell to the floor, pulling him into my lap as he bled. “Baby, no…” I said, starting to cry.

--Brian--

“Zacky,” she sobbed, cradling his head in her lap, as his blood poured around the two of them. “Baby, don’t leave me.”

His pale lips grazed against her wrist. “I love you, Bree, I love you so much,” he said in a soft and weak tone. He wouldn’t last long now. “I’m sorry.”

“Ha!” I laughed out loud, “This bitch has fucked with your head, Zack. You love me not her!”

With his last bit of energy, drawing his last breath, he looked me square in the eye and delivered the most hurtful blow, “I never loved you,” he said in a dark and truthful tone before falling limp onto my sister’s lap, his life meeting it’s end thanks to my bullet that was lodged in his chest.

Bree screeched. “Zacky! Fuck, no baby!” she sobbed.

I slapped her hard, “Shut the fuck up, you spoiled whore!”

She sat there stunned, crying harder but silently. With ragged breathing she choked out, “Brian, why are you doing this?”

“You took him from me!” I screamed at her. Before standing back and raising my right arm, which clutched a 9mm berretta.

Click.

Bang.

I smirked.

--Matt--

Bree sat there stunned after Brian struck her across the face, crying harder but silently. With ragged breathing she choked out, “Brian, why are you doing this?”

“You took him from me!” I screamed at her. Before standing back and raising my right arm, which clutched a 9mm berretta.

Click.

Bang.

Brian gave a sickening smirked as Bree’s eyes landed on me. A second later Brian slumped to the floor, his blood spilling and merging with my best friend’s, clotting instantly as the two blood types mixed unsuccessfully.

It hadn’t been Brian’s gun that had fired, it was mine… The gun I had purchased at the start of Brian’s dementia.

I looked down at Zacky’s lifeless body. “Oh fuck… No,” I whispered, covering my mouth and feeling as though I was going to be sick. I place two fingers on his neck, checking his pulse and praying I was mistaken. I shook my head when I couldn’t find one.

“He’s dead,” Bree whimpered, looking more distraught than I would have thought humanly possible. I knelt next to her and held her tightly, crying with her for a long time before the two of us--- now covered in blood--- got up and made our way to the kitchen. She slumped to the floor as I called the cops.

When the cops arrived and statements had been made… I was arrested.

Brian’s death was deemed self defense, but the gun I had shot him with wasn’t registered--- and was stolen. I hadn’t stolen it, but the kid I bought in from in an LA alley, had.

This sent me into another wave of mourning--- while my best fucking friend was laid to rest… I’d be in jail.

Bree hugged me tight. “Thank you,” she whispered, still sobbing. I nodded, my hands cuffed behind my back so that I couldn’t even hug her.

I suppose being in jail for an unregistered gun was worth her being alive, and I know he’d agree.

Layne and Jimmy came to pick her up, but she refused to talk after that.

She was sent back into that fucking shell that the bastard had put her in the month before. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d fucking kill him again.
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