Abused and Saved
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,100
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
**TRISH'S POV**
I was moving in with Bam Margera. I was leaving this hell hole. I started to pack only to have Adam walk in. "What do you want?" I asked.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm packing. I'm moving out. Moving to PA where someone will take care of me and beat the fuck out of me everyday." I felt another blow to my face as I started to spit up blood. Thank god I am leaving. I will get revenge on this in the future. I started again on packing my shit. I could feel the bruise coming up. I hope Bam won't do anything stupid.
By three the next afternoon I had all my shit packed. Not that I had much anyways. Didn't have that many clothes or CDs or anything. Adam had thrown most of my shit away. At around quarter to six I sat out on the porch lighting a cigarette waiting for my rescuer. as I took my third or forth drag here came the blue Hummer down the street that I had only seen a few days ago. I stood up taking the cigarette from my lips and looked at him as he got out of the vehicle.
"Trish?" He said to me holding his hand out.
"Bam. Nice to meet you" We started to load my shit into the back of the Hummer as I flicked my cigarette.
"You don't have that much shit." He said to me.
"Well, Adam liked to throw my shit away. I barely have any clothes left." I looked down ashamed. Here I was in front of someone famous about to move in with him and I didn't have clothes.
"Don't worry about it. There is enough at my house and it looks like you wear about my size." I smiled as I hopped into the Hummer. I took a deep breath as we left to go back to West Chester.
"What you want to listen too?" I started to flick through the radio stations then looked through his CDs. 'HIM or cKy' I thought to myself silently, then picked HIM. Your sweet 666 started to blast from the speakers and I started to sing. Bam smiled at me as I smiled back. I was ready for this. I was ready for the stunts that he would make me do. I was ready to meet his friends. I was ready to get out of New Jersey.
An hour and 2 CDs later I arrived at 'Castle Bam'. I was amazed. This place was bigger than what it seemed like on TV. I got out and walked to the door being reassured that we would be back to get my stuff. I really liked this house. I walked around with Bam as he showed me everything. Then took me to pick out a room. I picked one as Bam laughed.
"What?"
"When Ville comes in two weeks you will be bunking with him or he'll be sleeping with me. Either way someone is going to be sleeping with someone." I looked at him.
"Wait? Ville is coming in two weeks? The Ville Valo?"
"Yeah, and don't go all fangirl on him." I laughed and looked at Bam.
That night he, Novak, and Raab took me out to dinner. It wasn't anything fancy. It was more like a diner setting in which I ordered what I always got at diners. Cheesesteak with fries. We sat there and ate and talked about things. Skateboarding, me, upcoming stunts.
"Trish.."
"What Novak?"
"Are you willing to do stupid ass shit with us?" I laughed pulling a drag off my cigarette and stood up. I pulled the back of my shirt up to show my scar.
"8 stitches and a cracked tail bone. Shopping Carts." I then pulled up my pant leg and showed another scar.
"10 stitches. Jumped off a roof into a tree."
"Okay! Enough, I get it! You can do it." I smiled and sat down to finish my cigarette and fries. For the rest of the night it was mellow. A few beers and a shot. I mostly relaxed and watched some TV until I dozed off.
The next two weeks were the same, but I had fun. Bam reminded me the night before that Ville would be coming over. I nodded as I went to bed, excited for the next morning.
I was moving in with Bam Margera. I was leaving this hell hole. I started to pack only to have Adam walk in. "What do you want?" I asked.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm packing. I'm moving out. Moving to PA where someone will take care of me and beat the fuck out of me everyday." I felt another blow to my face as I started to spit up blood. Thank god I am leaving. I will get revenge on this in the future. I started again on packing my shit. I could feel the bruise coming up. I hope Bam won't do anything stupid.
By three the next afternoon I had all my shit packed. Not that I had much anyways. Didn't have that many clothes or CDs or anything. Adam had thrown most of my shit away. At around quarter to six I sat out on the porch lighting a cigarette waiting for my rescuer. as I took my third or forth drag here came the blue Hummer down the street that I had only seen a few days ago. I stood up taking the cigarette from my lips and looked at him as he got out of the vehicle.
"Trish?" He said to me holding his hand out.
"Bam. Nice to meet you" We started to load my shit into the back of the Hummer as I flicked my cigarette.
"You don't have that much shit." He said to me.
"Well, Adam liked to throw my shit away. I barely have any clothes left." I looked down ashamed. Here I was in front of someone famous about to move in with him and I didn't have clothes.
"Don't worry about it. There is enough at my house and it looks like you wear about my size." I smiled as I hopped into the Hummer. I took a deep breath as we left to go back to West Chester.
"What you want to listen too?" I started to flick through the radio stations then looked through his CDs. 'HIM or cKy' I thought to myself silently, then picked HIM. Your sweet 666 started to blast from the speakers and I started to sing. Bam smiled at me as I smiled back. I was ready for this. I was ready for the stunts that he would make me do. I was ready to meet his friends. I was ready to get out of New Jersey.
An hour and 2 CDs later I arrived at 'Castle Bam'. I was amazed. This place was bigger than what it seemed like on TV. I got out and walked to the door being reassured that we would be back to get my stuff. I really liked this house. I walked around with Bam as he showed me everything. Then took me to pick out a room. I picked one as Bam laughed.
"What?"
"When Ville comes in two weeks you will be bunking with him or he'll be sleeping with me. Either way someone is going to be sleeping with someone." I looked at him.
"Wait? Ville is coming in two weeks? The Ville Valo?"
"Yeah, and don't go all fangirl on him." I laughed and looked at Bam.
That night he, Novak, and Raab took me out to dinner. It wasn't anything fancy. It was more like a diner setting in which I ordered what I always got at diners. Cheesesteak with fries. We sat there and ate and talked about things. Skateboarding, me, upcoming stunts.
"Trish.."
"What Novak?"
"Are you willing to do stupid ass shit with us?" I laughed pulling a drag off my cigarette and stood up. I pulled the back of my shirt up to show my scar.
"8 stitches and a cracked tail bone. Shopping Carts." I then pulled up my pant leg and showed another scar.
"10 stitches. Jumped off a roof into a tree."
"Okay! Enough, I get it! You can do it." I smiled and sat down to finish my cigarette and fries. For the rest of the night it was mellow. A few beers and a shot. I mostly relaxed and watched some TV until I dozed off.
The next two weeks were the same, but I had fun. Bam reminded me the night before that Ville would be coming over. I nodded as I went to bed, excited for the next morning.