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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.

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"Jail? Oh my god, what happened? What are they doing in jail? Johnny's only 14, he can't be in jail!"
I jumped from the bed and started pacing the room, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I had to get him out of there, no matter what he did to find himself in it. A slightly amused smirk spread across Matt's face as he looked at me.
How can he be so calm? I'm about ready to rip my hair out!
"John's in juvie, Jimmy's in the real thing."
"Why? What did they do?"
"Well, we got you back here around 10 p.m. last night... it took a long time to get you out of the car and up the elevator with you being unconscious and all. Of course, the minute we dragged you into the room, they were all over us wanting to know what happened."
"Johnny was really worried about you, Faith," Brian interjected.
Not Jimmy? Crap, why do I even care if he doesn't care? I shouldn't care. I don't care.
"Anyways, we told them what Trevor did and Jimmy went ballistic for some reason. He flew out of the room, cussing like... well, like me I guess, and muttering about killing Trevor. Johnny followed after him and--"
"--oh god, they didn't kill him, did they?" I whispered.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Don't be so over-dramatic for Christ's sake. They just beat the shit out of him. Unfortunately, someone was in the store with him and they called the cops. Trevor said he wanted to press charges so they threw Johnny and Jimmy in the back of the police car and drove 'em to prison."
"Jesus... what are we going to do?"
I had never been confronted with a situation quite like this one. I didn't know how the penal system worked... I had never even been to a prison!
"Just calm down. All we have to do is bail them out and then convince Trevor to drop the charges."
"Well, how are we going to do that? I mean, I barely make enough to keep us in this hotel room!"
"I got a hold of Jimmy's older brother - he'll give us the money to bail him out, and most importantly, won't tell his parents as long as we can get Trevor to drop the charges. Johnny... the only way we can get him out is if we get Trevor to drop the charges. There's no bail in the juvie system. He'll be stuck there until the trial unless you get your mom to get him out."
Shoot. That was most definitely the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Either Johnny sits in jail, or I call mom and she gets him out and hauls both of us back to Utah. I wouldn't particularly mind, but Johnny would be crushed. Being out here, finally being in a band (if I had heard correctly), that was his life. He had no life in Utah and going back could quite literally kill him.
Realizing the seriousness of his situation gave me a new sense of determination and urgency. I knew what I had to do.
"Well, first things first then. Who's going to give me a ride back to the record shop?
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Zack started the car as we all sat in awkward silence, Matt and I uncomfortably close to each other in the small back seat of Zack's 1996 Chevy Cavalier. I knew I had to thank him (and Zack) for what he did; I wanted to thank him. But I couldn't seem to find the proper words nor the courage to say them.
"You saved me."
Great... that certainly didn't come out right.
Matt looked over at me. "Huh?"
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I knew they were turning bright red to broadcast my embarrassment to everyone who even glanced at me. "I mean... um, well, I just wanted to say thanks for, you know... saving me, I guess. God, I don't even want to think about what would have happened if you guys weren't there to catch it. I appreciate it, more than words could ever express. And maybe one day I'll be able to make it up to you."
Matt shifted uncomfortably, tugging on his seatbelt. "No problem," he finally muttered. "I still think you're a bitch but... well, I've got sisters and if they were ever put in that situation, I'd hope to god that someone would be there to get them out of it, yanno?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I know. And for the record, I still don't like you either."
"Aw, I sense a love connection!" Zack giggled from the driver's seat.
"Shut the fuck up, dickwad."
"Guys, we're here," Brian interrupted, forcing us all back into a serious, somber silence.
I didn't want to be here. This was the last place in the world I wanted to be... especially without Johnny here to protect me. Matt would protect me again, wouldn't he? Even if he still thought I was a "bitch". Still, I wanted to turn and run the other way, crawl back into my bed and will myself to forget this had all happened - maybe dream of something happy, like being back home with my mom and my friends.
Brian got out of the car and pulled his seat forward, giving me enough room to extract myself from the tiny backseat. As if sensing my nervousness, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gave me a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Matt took the lead, pushing the door open with so much force, the tiny little bell flew off and slid across the linoleum floor. He was always an intimidating person, but I hadn't realized until now how utterly terrifying he could be.
Trevor stood behind the front counter, his head bowed and looking at something on the counter top. When the door slammed open, his head jerked up and I saw the damage that the combination of Matt, Jimmy and my step-brother caused. The entire right side of his face was swollen and bruised, shades of purple, red and black marbled from his hair line down to his jaw. His lips were puffy as well and a line of stitches running down the center of them made it known that one of the boys had also busted his lip open. There was a matching line of stitches along his left cheek, a few bits of dried blood still clinging to him. His normal coif of wavy, beach-blonde hair was now hidden under a dirty baseball cap; it probably had dried blood in it too.
His eyes widened as he noticed us walking through the store towards him. I understood his fear but didn't really feel bad about it. He deserved it. I wouldn't go as far as saying that he deserved the brutal beating that he obviously had gotten - I never really liked physical violence. Every time I thought about it, I always thought about Johnny coming back home with bruised eyes and swollen lips. How odd that he's now on the other side of the coin.
"What do you want?" His voice sounded broken, dead. It normally was so cheerful. I could tell that he was trying to act strong, trying to make it seem like he wasn't afraid. But I knew he was terrified and it was that terror, and only that, that gave me the courage to face him.
I stepped around Matt, feeling brazen and strong, but once our eyes met each other for the first time since the incident, I suddenly felt weak and vulnerable again. I reached out and gripped the closest person to me. Matt. He looked at me as if my head were on backwards, but nonetheless kept his hand clasped tightly in mine.
"I want you to drop the charges," I told him, forcing myself to look directly into his eyes, praying that my voice sounded strong.
"Are you kidding me? Look what they did to me! Fuck yeah I'm pressing charges!"
Look what they did to him? Him? What about what he did, and almost did, to me?!
"What about what you did to me, Trevor? Huh? What about that?"
"Look Faith, it was all a misunderstanding..."
"Bullshit!" Zack 'coughed' from behind me. That's right - Trevor had admitted it to them, hadn't he? He had the nerve to tell both Zack and Matt his entire little plan.
"Fine then. If you don't drop the charges, I guess I'll have to press charges of my own. Say - attempted rape and drug possession? Do you have any idea how many years you'll serve?"
His face (the normal, non-damaged parts of his face) went ashen as I spoke to him. He just stared at me for a minute before saying anything.
"Fine. I'll drop the charges."
"Good." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket - the one I had only used once and haven't had the desire to use since - and slid it across the glass counter. "Call the police department and tell them that yourself."
I listened with a mild degree of satisfaction as Trevor spoke with a police officer and told him that he was mistaken and would not like to press charges against Jonathon Seward and James Sullivan. Done with his conversation, he flipped the phone shut and handed it to me with a glare. Our hands brushed and I shivered - the feel of any type of physical closeness with him made me nauseous. I was ready to leave.
Dropping Matt's hand, I spun on the heel of my sneakers and walked out of the record store knowing I would never set foot in it again.
How are we going to pay for our hotel room now?
The juvenile detention center was closer than the police station where they were holding Jimmy so we stopped there first. Anxiously, I jumped out of the car and ran into the facility, telling the guard at the front desk that I was there to pick up my brother, Johnny Seward.
After about 15 minutes, the door buzzed and Johnny walked out, clothes wrinkled and hair disheveled but none the worse for wear. I had assumed he would have his own fair share of bruises, but his face was still the same shade of white that it always was.
"Faith! You're ok! Thank god!" Johnny exclaimed, running up to me and wrapping his arms around me in probably the closest show of affection we have ever had. I eagerly pulled him in with a huge of my own, resting my cheek on the top of his head. I was so relieved to see him - to see him without a striped prison uniform, to see him without a battered and bruised body, and to see that he was finally speaking to me again.
"No, thank god you're ok! Johnny, you could've been stuck in here for years! What were you thinking?"
He pulled back and looked up at me, confused. "What was I thinking? I was thinking that some bastard hurt you and that he needed to pay for it. No one fucks with my family, Faith. No one."
Family... I like that.
"Guys, can we get this little Partridge Family moment on the road? We still need to drive over and get Jimmy out."
Johnny looked over and smiled at his three friends, doing that weird little man handshake with Matt. "Yeah, let's go. Thanks for getting me out dude."
"Hey, don't thank me. Thank your sister."
Johnny looked back at me and raised his eyebrow. Not overly eager to delve back into the whole story, I just shrugged and turned towards the door, happy to be walking out with my little brother.
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The ride to the city's main police station was quite uncomfortable with the three of us squashed in the Cavalier's tiny backseat. It made me wonder how in the world we were going to fit another, quite large, body in the backseat with us.
I won't lie and say I wasn't going to be happy to see Jimmy. I was. I was just as appreciative of what he did as I was of Johnny. I was a bit more nervous this time though. Jimmy wasn't Johnny - he wasn't family and we couldn't just sweep things back under the table and forget it all happened. We hadn't seen each other for weeks and this reunion wasn't at the most normal of locations.
Matt approached the front desk this time and explained everything to the police officer - that Trevor had called in to drop the charges and if he looked in the computer, he should see that James Sullivan was supposed to be released. And we were here to get him. It took longer to go through the paperwork, red-tape, and technicalities here than it did at the juvenile jail. Then again, the charges pressed against Jimmy were much more serious than the ones Johnny faced. After all, he was an adult. He was looking at hard time for an assault charge.
Finally the officer said that everything was in order and that he would go back and bring Jimmy up front. Johnny still clung to me with a brotherly love that was nothing like his normal self as the rest of his friends paced the worn tiled floor of the police station. They were all anxious to get out of there. It made me wonder why... maybe they've spent their fair share of time in this old, dingy building?
That's horrible of me to say - they're proven many times over that they're good guys.
The door into the station swung open and Jimmy walked out, a bag of his belonging slung on his shoulder. His expression was nothing short of normal. No energetic hugging of his friends, no shouts of thanks, and no worry over me. But that shouldn't bother me.
It does though.
He lightly hugged Zack and Brian, slapping their backs and pulling away quickly like all men do when they hug each other.
"You ready to get going?" Matt asked.
Jimmy nodded and we walked out of the police station, feeling quite like the odd, dysfunctional little family that we were slowly but surely becoming.
Matt and Jimmy crawled into the back of the car first, leaving me and Johnny outside puzzled as to how another two people were going to fit back there.
"I guess I'll sit in the middle," Johnny shrugged, knowing he was the smallest one in the group. It was like being the middle child; he was always relegated to the middle seat, squashed between two people, riding that uncomfortable hump with only a lap belt to protect him.
Brian walked up behind me. "Looks like you're stuck on someone's lap. Sorry Faith."
All I wanted to do was get back home -- well, to our hotel room -- so with a sense of indifference, I crawled in over top of Matt. I was either going to have to set my butt on Matt or on Jimmy, and Jimmy would win any day, no matter how awkward things were between us. Seeing my clumsily try to squeeze through the backseat, Jimmy tossed his back-pack up onto the back dash and opened his crossed arms, reaching out to pull me over. After much squirming and uncomfortable fidgeting, I finally got adjusted and took my final position in Jimmy's lap, my legs stretched across Johnny and feet laying on Matt. Brian and Zack slid the front seats back, climbed in and started the car, peeling out of the police station parking lot. Jimmy's hands were shoved strangely on either side of him until we took our first corner and I was flung forward, hitting my head on the passenger seat's headrest. He pulled them out and wrapped his arms around me... he held me loosely, in a way that you knew he was shy about it, but tightly enough so that the next corner didn't give me another concussion.
It was 7 p.m. by the time we neared our hotel building after taking a detour through Taco Bell's drive-thru. It was an emotionally and physically exhausting day and all I wanted to do was lay my head back (on Jimmy's chest... gah, forget I said that), close my eyes and relax... but I didn't. Zack parked the car and everyone climbed out eagerly, sore from sitting in the cramped backseat.
"You guys gonna crash here or go home?" Johnny asked everyone. They all looked at each other, shrugged and proceeded to follow us into the hotel. I guess that meant that they were staying.
Oddly enough, I didn't really mind.
The elevator doors opened to our floor and we all clambered off in the direction of our hotel room - that was, until I felt someone grab my shirt and pull me backwards. With a mild look of panic, I looked backwards to see who grabbed me. It was Jimmy. The other had to have noticed that we weren't following them, but they said nothing as they walked to the room and went in, closing the door behind them as if they had expected as much from Jimmy and I.
I think they think something's going on.
I looked up at him expectantly. He was so much taller than I was, it would give me a sore neck to look at him for too long a period of time.
"You ok?" he finally asked.
I nodded, a small smile cracking across my face. It was the first thing he had said all night and the first thing he had said to me in nearly two weeks. "Yeah, I guess I am."
He looked visibly relieved. "Good."
I hadn't really noticed until then the black and blue circle that encompassed his eye and the slight puffiness in his cheek. "Are you ok? It looks like you took a couple of good hits."
He reached up and touched his cheek, flinching on slightly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."
"Then why'd you do it?" I blurted out suddenly, so suddenly that I almost reached up to cover my mouth in embarrassment.
Jimmy looked down at his feet, seemingly quite interested in his tennis shoes. "Why do you think I did it? Because that dick deserved it! I still can't believe what he tried to do to you. I mean... fuck! You were almost raped, Faith!"
That was the first time the word had been mentioned out loud. Sure, I had been tossing it back and forth in my mind, but it seemed so much scarier being spoken aloud. It made my legs shake, thinking about what could have happened.
"Yeah..."
Warm, tattooed arms were once again wrapped around me, much like they had been a few weeks ago. "I'm really glad you're ok, Faith."
I wrapped my own, smaller arms tightly around his waist, feeling a sense of protection that I had never really felt before. It was comforting. "I'm glad you're ok too Jimmy."
We stood in the hallway, hugging, until an older walked passed us and clucked in disdain, reminding us that we were in a hotel hallway. With one last smile, I turned and swiped the card key to get into the hotel room.
Brian and Zack were laying on the bed and Matt was in his normal position, puffing on the end of another cigarette, filling the room with a disgusting odor. The door to the bathroom was closed so I assumed that Johnny was in there taking a shower. I took a seat at the foot of the bed, sliding down onto the floor and leaning my head back, happy to be able to finally close my eyes and relax.
Another 20 minutes passed before the door to the bathroom opened and Johnny emerged surrounded by a cloud of steam.
"Ahh, that felt good."
He rubbed a towel over his head, drying and ruffling his perpetually messy hair. "Hey Faith - I just realized we've gotta find new jobs now, don't we?"
Oh crap.
"Crap, Johnny! How are we going to afford this place! My last paycheck paid for the rest of this week and that was it. We were supposed to get paid again tomorrow... and I guarantee you our checks' are not going to be in the mail."
He sat down at the desk, his forehead crinkled in thought. "Damn... what are we going to do?"
"You guys can come live with me," Jimmy spoke up from his seat stretched across the bed.
"What??"
"Uh yeah. I talked to my mom about it already. She said you guys could stay with us until you got some more money together. Johnny can share my room, we'll put an air mattress in there or something, and Faith, sorry but you'll have to stay with my little sister. She's like 10... but, well, she's got bunk beds?"
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