Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

All We Are is Memories	By : Berlin Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1159 -:- 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
- 6
- 7
- 8
November 1, 1999

I avoided Jimmy at all costs after our little "incident". It was just too awkward and embarrassing… I guess he felt the same way because more often than not, when the guys came around, he wasn't with them. The rest of the guys – Matt hates me even more than he did before (not that I blamed him or minded), and Brian and Zack seem… scared of me?

None of their reactions I cared about nearly as much as I did Johnny's. He thought I slept with him – Jimmy, that is. I didn't, of course, but by the time Johnny had gotten back to the hotel room I was so exhausted and emotionally drained, I couldn't muster a decent defense. He took my silence as a guilty confession I suppose, and hasn't really talked to me since. I think deep down he's hurt that I went to Jimmy and not him with my problems… I certainly never intended to and Jimmy knew just as much about what was going on with me as the rest of the guys, but I guess I can still understand how Johnny feels. I didn't mean to push him away. But he's 14! How could he possibly understand? I still didn't understand. And that was the god's honest truth. Ever since the day, I pushed it all out of my mind, refusing to think about Nat, Stephanie, or anyone back home. I tried to forget about my past – at the moment, it was causing me too much pain. It certainly didn't solve any problems, but it allowed me to get through the day.
So many times I've tried to talk to Johnny about it, somehow explain it all to him, but he just pushes me away. We don't speak when we're working and I think he even asked Trevor to have different shifts than me because I hardly see him at work anymore. When we're not at work, I'm holed up in our room, watching sappy soap operas, while Johnny's over at one of the guys' houses. Apparently they heard him play and asked him to join the band. At least that's what I've gotten from the conversations between him and Trevor that I've eavesdropped on. I don't like the idea – of him being in a band with a bunch of 18 year olds – but I have no place to tell him right from wrong anymore.
I've never felt more alone in my life. There's so many things that I need to get out of my head and in the open but there's no one to tell. And I've brought that solitude on myself. I deserve their hatred and malice. But I've never needed their company more. Bittersweet irony.
Throwing on my worn BYU sweatshirt (I really needed to pick up some new clothes), I walked down the darkened roads towards the record shop. It got dark outside so early now that seven p.m. looked like midnight. I didn't like wandering around by myself when it was dark out like that but I really had no choice – that's when Trevor told me to come in and I needed to work.
After I had arrived, put my things in the back and said hi to Trevor, I set to work unloading a couple boxes of newly arrived vinyl albums and finding their proper place in the store. As I meandered around the store, putting U2 in its proper place and Blondie in hers, I sifted through the racks and racks of CD's and vinyls. Johnny's birthday was in a couple of weeks and even though we weren't really on speaking terms, I still planned on getting him something really nice for his birthday. It would probably be the only present he received…
The bell on the front door rattled and smacked against it as it was opened as some customers walked in. I glanced up briefly to acknowledge them but put my head back down when I noticed it was Matt and Zack. They had seen me too, of course, but chose to ignore me just as I did them. Sighing, I looked around the store once more. There was something in here that Johnny would just love… I was sure of it. Only I didn't know what it was. Matt and Zack probably would know, wouldn't they? Unfortunately, my stubbornness, pride and embarrassment over my recent transgressions prevented me from speaking up.
An hour passed… I was long done with stocking the shelves and had set to work thinking of ways to avoid the three guys in the corner. It looked very much like they were settled in for the night, Matt and Zack sitting on the couch, chain smoking cigarette after cigarette and occasionally reaching into a bag of potato chips that had apparently appeared out of thin air, shoving handfuls into their mouths. I never understood how Trevor was able to make money on this place. Most of his customers were the boys and they never bought anything.
"Hey Faith!"
"Mm?" I called back to Trevor, distracted with trying to appear busy. I normally have a better work ethic but tonight I just had no desire to be here, being infested with the noxious toxins coming from their disgusting tobacco habit. The odor gave me a headache.
"You want something to drink?"
"Okay, I guess." It wasn't unusual for Trevor to ask if I wanted something if he was on his way to the backroom to get something for himself. After what seemed like an eternity, he emerged from the back with an opened bottle of water in his hand.
"I even took the cap off for you, princess."
Shaking my head, I couldn't help but smile at Trevor's goofiness and gratefully take the water from his hands.
I picked up a dust cloth and wander aimlessly around the store, brushing dustbunnies off of some of the older albums that hadn't been touched in what seemed like years. Bands like Cinderella and Heart. Speaking of Cinderella, I felt quite like Cinderella… cooped up in this horrible castle by my wicked step-mother, Trevor. "Dumb bitch," I muttered under my breath. "Boy doesn't even look good in a dress…"
The image of Trevor in a dress made me burst out in laughter. I spun around, humming the song the little mice in the movie sing, completely oblivious to the fact that I had just knocked over and entire rack of calendars. Until they crashed on me, sending me sprawling to the floor.
Now that I was on the floor, it looked pretty dirty… I bet it's because of all those mice running around.
A hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me up of the floor. I looked up and saw Trevor with an amused smirk on his face. His face… it looked a little silly. He looked like he was… upside down? Silly boy, he shouldn't stand on his head like that. All the blood will rush to it.
"Trevvy-wevvy! Your face! It's all messed up! The mouth goes on the bottom, the eyes go in the top, weirdo!"
He smiled and pulled me up off the ground. Somehow his face turned normal again. But… woah! Was it just me or was this entire building just spinning?
"EARTHQUAKE! EARTHQUAKE!"
"No, no Faith. There's no earthquake. You must just be a bit dizzy… why don't you be a good girl and come sit down with me and the guys," Trevor gently coaxed, leading me by the arm towards Matt and Zack.
They looked funny.
Then again, they always looked funny.
I collapsed onto the couch, feeling very hot and sweaty all of the sudden.
"Good girl," Trevor murmured, sitting down next to me and putting his hand on my thigh.
That shouldn't be there… should it? Oh! That reminds me of a song!
"I'm a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world! Made of plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywh—"
"Faith! What the hell is your problem?" Zack shouted, rather rudely if you asked me.
"Why nothing, Zack Attack. But shh – you hate me, remember? No one likes me around here but Trevvy-wevvy, do they?"
Trevor squeezed my leg, his hand moving higher.
Wait… should it be doing that or not?
"I like you lots, sweetie."
Smiling, I poked a finger at his nose. He had such a cute nose.
Suddenly feeling very tired, I laid my head down in Trevor's lap, tossing and turning a bit to get a comfortable position. My eyes, they were getting so heavy. And the damn room kept spinning. Through foggy, disoriented eyes, I saw Matt and Zack look at each other.
"Trevor, what the hell's going on? What did you do to her?" Matt said, pointing his finger at me. He had such thick fingers. Nothing like Jimmy's. And they were stubby too… and covered with nasty looking tattoos. He looks like a… like a big pig with pictures drawn all over him!
Trevor shifted and I felt the laughter reverberate through his whole body.
So tired.
Something rattled above me but I was too tired to see what it was making such a racket. "These, gentlemen, are the best pills in the world."
Pills? What does he mean, pills?
My eyes shot open as someone slammed their fist down on the coffee table. Stupid Matt.
"Are you fucking telling me you gave her a roofie, Trevor?"
A hand smoothed itself over my hair, encouraging me to close my eyes and try to go back to sleep. "Aww come on guys, we're just going to have a little fun. It'll get her to loosen up – you know how buttoned up she is."
"You sick fuck!" someone swore. A hand was once again on mine, waking me up and literally pulling me off of Trevor's lap and onto the ground.
Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.
"Faith – get up! We need to get you out of here. Faith!" Their voices sound quiet, like they were yelling at me down a tunnel a mile away from me. And the words… the words sounded funny. I could hear what they were saying but couldn't understand any of it.
I feel funny.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
With a groan, I rolled over. The sunlight hurt my eyes, but then again, so did the movement of rolling over. Lazily, I stretched my arm out with the intent of using it to block my eyes from the scorching sunlight, but it smacked up against something. Painfully and oh-so-slowly, I opened one eyelid. The movement made my head throb.
How in the world did I get such a horrible headache?
Someone was sitting next to me on the bed but it took a second before the fuzziness in my eyes cleared up and I recognized Brian. He looked down at me, his forehead crinkled in an emotion unknown to me since, in a very real way, I didn't know him at all. That made his presence next to me all the stranger.
"Faith, you're awake. How are you doing? Are you ok?"
How was I doing?
Everything seemed foggy to me, and not just my vision. I couldn't even remember what day of the week it was. Suddenly, almost violently, the realization hit me that I was supposed to have been at work… whatever day of the week it actually was, I just knew I should have been at work right now.
"Oh crap!"
I jumped out of the bed, grabbing my head as my brain seemed to literally explode in my head – the pain was horrible. Nonetheless, I had to get to work. Trevor was going to be so mad at me and I needed the job desperately. "Shoot! What time is it? I've gotta get to work!"
"Faith… Faith! Just sit down for a minute, ok?" Brian urged, reaching across the bed and tugging on my shirt.
Shirt? Why was I sleeping in my clothes? And these clothes, wasn't I wearing them… yesterday? Wait… did I wear them to work? I went to work? Dear Lord, I'm confused.
Shaking my head in an attempt to get dates, times, and events lined up in the correct order in my head, I sat back down in the edge of the bed. "I don't get it…"
Brian's hand moved up to my shoulder and squeezed my lightly.
"I know you're confused hon… we've got some things to explain to you."
I looked at him, confused as to what he had to explain and why it was him that had to do the explaining. After glancing around the room, I noticed the only other people occupying it were Brian, Zack and Matt.
Now that's really weird.
Where were Jimmy and Johnny? Why would they leave me all alone with the other three guys?
"What's going on you guys…?"
The three boys looked back and forth to one another although Matt seemed to be trying very hard to avoid all eye contact with his friends and with me. Zack rolled his eyes in Matt's general direction and stood up from his spot on the floor next to the front door and joined Brian and me on the bed, although he sat much, much closer to Brian than he did me.
"Uh… well, what do you remember?" Brian finally asked.
How did he know that I couldn't seem to even remember my own last name?
"Actually, not much of anything… shoot, I can't even figure out what day of the week it is!"
The harder I tried to remember something – anything – the more frustrated and panicked I got. What was wrong with me? Something definitely had to be wrong.
Brian and Zack looked at each other and back to me uncomfortably. "Ok, well right now it's Thursday morning," Brian finally started.
"So I missed my entire work shift then?" Crap. Today was supposed to be my day off but now I would have to go in and apologize to Trevor… and probably plead with him to keep my job.
"Um, actually no. You were there."
"I was? Wait… I'm confused."
Zack sighed and reached out, wrapping his smaller hand around Brian's large one.

Zack cleared his throat and I ripped my eyes off of their clasped hands, embarrassed that I had been staring. "Faith, what do you know about roofies?"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about, Zack."
From the corner desk chair, Matt groaned loudly. "Fucking twit."
What crawled up his backside today?
"Matt, shut the fuck up." Zack hissed before turning back to me. "Ok… have you ever heard about the date rape drug?"
I nodded, picturing the few news stories that we had been forced to watch in health class in high school. Minor facts floated vaguely through my mind… pills that look like aspirin but dissolve clear in drinks, girls act like they're drunk – they get disoriented, they remember nothing the next morning.
No memory… oh god…
"Oh… oh god. What about them?" For some reason, I was almost too scared to even ask why they wanted to know how much I knew about them.
"Erm… ok, so you were working last night, right? Me and Matt came in to look at the new releases and sit around and talk to Trevor. He went and got you water--"
Water… pills that turn clear in drinks…
"--and it was like an hour after that that you started acting really weird. Ok, so we don't really know you that well, but we did well enough to know that it definitely wasn't like you."
He didn't… he couldn't have!
"After you fell asleep with your head in Trevor's crotch, Matt asked him what the hell was going on. He showed us the pills he slipped you… the fucking bastard was proud of it! As Matt pummeled Trevor, I managed to get you up off the couch – you were pretty much unconscious by then. We got you back here and you've been asleep ever since."
I shivered as my blood literally ran cold at the thought of what could have happened… what Trevor could have done to me if Matt hadn't recognized what we going on and got me out of there. Matt, of all people.
How could Trevor do that to me though? What kind of person would purposefully drug someone else… drug someone as a means to rape them. That's horrible. Pure evil. And I trusted him. I thought he was a friend and he betrayed every ounce of that friendship. If it were not for Matt and Zack, he would have raped me. And he would have gotten away with it too.
"Oh my god… how could he? I trusted him!" In a way, I felt emotionless. It was just one more thing to pile on my long list of scarring, life altering events that I've experienced over the past couple of weeks that I simply don't have the ability to cope with. So I ignore it. I pretend it never happened. But everything had suddenly affected me in a way that I had never had to experience before. A new fear had been instilled in me. There was now a blemish on my otherwise idyllic life. I trusted Nat and he broke my trust. I trusted Trevor and he betrayed me in a malicious, felonious way. How could I trust anyone? There was obviously something wrong with the way that I judged people – something dangerously wrong that left me vulnerable. I could never trust myself again.
With a newfound (and admittedly undeserved) feeling of self-consciousness and unease around Brian, Zack and Matt, I began to wonder why Johnny wasn't here with me. They had to have told him, right? What if he was still mad at me?
What if he doesn't care?
"Uh, where's Johnny? And Jimmy?"
I always seemed to add his name into the conversation, didn't I? What was up with that? Why was his name always on the tip of my tongue?
Brian and Zack looked at each other and fell into silence. I looked up at Matt, knowing that he couldn't keep quiet even if he tried.
I need to remember to thank him… sincerely. He saved my life.
He ground his cigarette into the ashtray on the desk and pushed himself off the wall. "They're in jail."
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

All We Are is Memories