I Won't See You Tonight

--Zacky--

I kissed Bree hard as I carried her through the hallway of the hotel. She giggled at me, “Put me down baby!”

“Are you kidding? I’m never letting you go again!” I laughed. “I’m gonna tear your ass up like we just got married!” I said quoting the song Layne always sang with me.

“And I’m all yours now,” she smiled, kissing along my jaw line.

I smiled and opened the door to our hotel room and carrying her toward the bed. I hadn’t gotten two steps inside when I felt a sudden pain in my head, before my world went dark.

The last thing I had heard was Bree screaming… I opened my eyes to her sobbing, but my vision was blurred. When my eyes refocused I spotted her on the bed, being held down by Brian. “What the fuck are you doing,” I yelled, trying to get up from the chair I was in. It was useless, I was tied down.

“Good, your boy-toy’s up,” he snarled at her, moving over her.

“Stop,” she sobbed trying to kick him. He slapped her across the face and that’s when I realized what he was doing…

“Get the fuck off her!” I snarled, attempting to free myself from the chair. It was only duck tape, though it was tight and too thick for even me to break free from. There had to be something to cut this fucking shit with… I couldn’t just fucking watch my fiancé get…

“Shut up Zacky, she’s a slut… She fucking likes this shit, don’t you Bree?” he asked in sick tone. He’d fucking lost it. He was insane!

Matt’s room was next to us, I started screaming for him as loud as I could. For the first time in my life, I found myself praying… Praying that he was there, that he’d hear me.

A minute later he was at the door, pounding on it. Bree screamed and Brian struck her hard across the face. Matt didn’t wait for an answer, he burst through the door, breaking the lock. He looked at me, then the scene unfolding on the bed in the center of the hotel room. “What the fuck?!” he screamed before tackling Brian and knocking him off of a hysterical Bree and onto the floor. Johnny had come in during the commotion and cut the tape with the pocket knife he always carried, thank God for that.

I ran at Bree and took her in my arms as Matt continued to beat the shit out of an already bloodied Brian, screaming at him. Johnny and I took Bree to his room as quick as we could.

“I’m going to wake up Jimmy and Layne,” he said before taking his cell phone out and calling the cops. I nodded as he headed toward their room, while Bree sobbed uncontrollably.

I tried to sooth her, but what could you say in this situation?! There was nothing that could fix this, there was no way of telling her it would all be okay… There was no way to lie to her like that, so instead I held her as she cried and shook before begging for a shower. She kept saying she needed to clean herself, she need to wash it away. I wasn’t going to tell her that that was impossible, instead I brought her into the bathtub. I sat with her at her request, not even bothering to undress. I’m sure that’s the last thing she needed at the moment.

She continued to sob into my chest in the icy water as I held her. She wouldn’t get out of the tub, but eventually she fell asleep. I held onto her before standing and taking us both out of the water before we froze. I dressed her in a pair of Johnny’s pajama pants and a t-shirt before changing to a pair myself and putting her into his bed.

Everyone was sitting in the room silently. Layne was crying hard and Jimmy, Matt and Johnny looked devastated. “He’s in the hospital, then he’s going to be tried for…” he couldn’t say it either.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands before beginning to cry, “What the fuck is going on?” I said between sobs. Matt sat beside me and tried to console me, an arm around my shoulder. It was an incredibly uncharacteristic move for him. He always said crying was weak, and to hug me as I’m breaking down? Sure, these were fucked up circumstances, but still.. “I feel like it’s my fucking fault,” I cried.

“Don’t say that, it’s not. Brian’s fucking lost it, Brian’s fucked up,” Matt said in an angry tone. I looked over at him, he was crying almost as much as I was… It seemed to be a trigger, for Johnny and Jimmy starting crying silently too, though Johnny tried to hide it, burying his head in his arms on the table. “When she wakes up we have to take her to the hospital,” he told me. “The police need an exam--”

“What, five fucking witnesses isn’t enough?!” I almost screamed, but kept my voice low since she was sleeping.

Matt nodded, taking a shaky breath, “That’s what I said… But they have to, if she refuses to go… They’ll be no chance of putting him in jail… They cops need to talk to her too…” he said softly.

I held my head in my hands again. “This isn’t fucking fair… What did she do to deserve this?!” I asked angrily. Matt shook his head, before wrapping me in a comforting hug.