Abused and Saved
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,122
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 Eight
**VILLE'S POV**
I woke up the next morning with Trish climbing over me to answer her door. And there I saw it. Novak. I rolled back over and scooted next to Bam listening to her conversation.
"Yo, Babe."
"What Novak." She was hungover and still drunk from the night before. It was already 3 in the afternoon. I knew that we shouldn't have got her shots of vodka.
"You know you're naked?"
"Brandon, you've seen me naked before. What the fuck do you want."
"Where's Bam at? It's three in the afternoon. We had filming and skating and shit to do." I could hear her laugh as she pulled the door all the way open and got back into bed.
"Why are all three of you in bed. Better yet why are all three of you naked and in...Oh my god." She and I started to laugh so hard that we woke Bam up.
"What's going on?" He asked sleepily. Trisha started to laugh harder. I loved her laugh.
"Novak just realized that we fucked last night." I said looking at him. In her best novak voice Trish imitated him.
"He was like 'Yo, Babe... oh my god.'" Bam started to laugh and he wrapped his arms around myself and trish and pulled each other closer.
Novak was talking as he was walking out. "Fucking sick." Trish turned around and yelled "Hey at least we aren't fucking minghags every night."
All three of us started to laugh. Trish started to get up and get dressed. "I'll be down stairs." she said calmly getting dressed. After she left I scooted closer to Bammie nuzzling my head in his chest.
"Did you enjoy last night?" He asked me.
"I did. Hope we can do it again soon."
"Oh we will." I started to roll out of bed then accidentally knocked over alot of pill bottles.
"Bammie? What's all this? Why does she have it?"
"She has some mental issues. Bi polar and something else. She's alright if she takes her meds and I do make sure that she takes them. She can get violent."
"Everyone has their flaws." I said getting up.
Maybe Trish was going to make breakfast. I was wrong. She was sitting in front of the TV watching something. You could tell she was hungover. All wrapped up in a blanket curled up in a ball. Poor girl. I bent down and kissed her as i moved her feet and sat down. "Feeling alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, just hungover is all." I let her put her feet in my lap then she switched positions and laid her head in my lap.
Flicking through the channels she stopped when she saw me on MTV. Making of the Sacrament. I remember that whole ordeal. The hell that I was put through on that set. I could hear her sing parts of the song. She had an awesome voice. I threaded my fingers in her hair listening to her totally avoiding the fact that I was on TV. Why did she have to watch me anyways? I was right there. She was in my lap. I guess it gets to be a habit. Bam told me that she still watches her cKy videos too. I still can't get through my head why someone would abuse a girl like her. She's a wonderful person and so god damned lovable.
Bam started to head down stairs when he saw us he gave me a look and smiled. Trisha got up and walked over to the jukebox after she turned off the TV and put on some music. I could tell she was feeling better or she was faking it so she could drink with us again. I heard Jimmy Pop's voice then mine then hers.
I stood up and walked up behind her singing with her in hear ear. "Heaven maybe running on empty as the devil rides." We sang together as Bam came back up stairs from the kitchen singing horribly off tune "Something Diabolical."
Handing her and myself a beer, we sat together out on the patio and plotted our revenge more on Trish's ex.
"We should do it right before he goes to work." Trish said pulling a sip from her bottle.
"Why then?" I asked pulling a drag from my cigarette.
"Because it's at four in the morning and he will still be disoriented. The bastard wouldn't know what hit him."
"Or..I could wreak his car!" Bam smiled up as we laughed.
"Yes, you can do that too."
Most of our plans was sent for the next night.
**A/N: This chapter sucked, but Bam and Ville needs to get sweet sweet revenge on Adam. There's going to be more VAMMY goodness in the next chapter too!
I woke up the next morning with Trish climbing over me to answer her door. And there I saw it. Novak. I rolled back over and scooted next to Bam listening to her conversation.
"Yo, Babe."
"What Novak." She was hungover and still drunk from the night before. It was already 3 in the afternoon. I knew that we shouldn't have got her shots of vodka.
"You know you're naked?"
"Brandon, you've seen me naked before. What the fuck do you want."
"Where's Bam at? It's three in the afternoon. We had filming and skating and shit to do." I could hear her laugh as she pulled the door all the way open and got back into bed.
"Why are all three of you in bed. Better yet why are all three of you naked and in...Oh my god." She and I started to laugh so hard that we woke Bam up.
"What's going on?" He asked sleepily. Trisha started to laugh harder. I loved her laugh.
"Novak just realized that we fucked last night." I said looking at him. In her best novak voice Trish imitated him.
"He was like 'Yo, Babe... oh my god.'" Bam started to laugh and he wrapped his arms around myself and trish and pulled each other closer.
Novak was talking as he was walking out. "Fucking sick." Trish turned around and yelled "Hey at least we aren't fucking minghags every night."
All three of us started to laugh. Trish started to get up and get dressed. "I'll be down stairs." she said calmly getting dressed. After she left I scooted closer to Bammie nuzzling my head in his chest.
"Did you enjoy last night?" He asked me.
"I did. Hope we can do it again soon."
"Oh we will." I started to roll out of bed then accidentally knocked over alot of pill bottles.
"Bammie? What's all this? Why does she have it?"
"She has some mental issues. Bi polar and something else. She's alright if she takes her meds and I do make sure that she takes them. She can get violent."
"Everyone has their flaws." I said getting up.
Maybe Trish was going to make breakfast. I was wrong. She was sitting in front of the TV watching something. You could tell she was hungover. All wrapped up in a blanket curled up in a ball. Poor girl. I bent down and kissed her as i moved her feet and sat down. "Feeling alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, just hungover is all." I let her put her feet in my lap then she switched positions and laid her head in my lap.
Flicking through the channels she stopped when she saw me on MTV. Making of the Sacrament. I remember that whole ordeal. The hell that I was put through on that set. I could hear her sing parts of the song. She had an awesome voice. I threaded my fingers in her hair listening to her totally avoiding the fact that I was on TV. Why did she have to watch me anyways? I was right there. She was in my lap. I guess it gets to be a habit. Bam told me that she still watches her cKy videos too. I still can't get through my head why someone would abuse a girl like her. She's a wonderful person and so god damned lovable.
Bam started to head down stairs when he saw us he gave me a look and smiled. Trisha got up and walked over to the jukebox after she turned off the TV and put on some music. I could tell she was feeling better or she was faking it so she could drink with us again. I heard Jimmy Pop's voice then mine then hers.
I stood up and walked up behind her singing with her in hear ear. "Heaven maybe running on empty as the devil rides." We sang together as Bam came back up stairs from the kitchen singing horribly off tune "Something Diabolical."
Handing her and myself a beer, we sat together out on the patio and plotted our revenge more on Trish's ex.
"We should do it right before he goes to work." Trish said pulling a sip from her bottle.
"Why then?" I asked pulling a drag from my cigarette.
"Because it's at four in the morning and he will still be disoriented. The bastard wouldn't know what hit him."
"Or..I could wreak his car!" Bam smiled up as we laughed.
"Yes, you can do that too."
Most of our plans was sent for the next night.
**A/N: This chapter sucked, but Bam and Ville needs to get sweet sweet revenge on Adam. There's going to be more VAMMY goodness in the next chapter too!