Straying Out Of Sanity

A/N: My first story on this site =D its a Matt Tuck, Fic. this site dosn't really have Bullet For My Valentine Fanfics, soo thought i'd be the first to post one =]
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I sighed as I fought my way through the crowded airport, just trying to get to my luggage. Quite frankly, I just wanted to get the fuck out of here. I needed to be with my friends. I feel like they're the only ones that can help me now.

I finally found my way to baggage claim as last night's events began to play through my head.

Silence filled the house when I walked in. I considered calling Rhian or Niki and seeing if they wanted to go out, since Josh obviously wasn't home, but had to stop myself. They were in England, visiting Rhian's family.

I should have been there too...

But apparently Josh didn't see it that way. His yelling and the bruises proved it.

So I stayed. Only to be ignored and left alone. Josh was never fucking home, and without my two best friends in the country, I was left with a feeling of complete solitude. I hated being alone. It had to be my biggest fear.

Next to heights...

... And spiders. I'm really not a fan of those eight legged freaks.

I sighed and sat my purse down on the table, flipping on the kitchen lights. It would have been nice if he had made dinner, since I had to work over, but of course he didn't. He never did. I should be used to it, but I'm not.

I opened up the fridge, looking for something to make myself when I heard a crash upstairs. I froze in place, listening for another sound. Seconds later I heard a dull thump. My blood ran cold as all sorts of reasons for the noise upstairs ran through my brain. Most of them were probably a little paranoid, but that's what happens when a girl spends her time growing up in slightly rougher neighborhoods.

I cautiously shut the door to the fridge and picked up my phone, having it in my hand in case I needed to call for help. About this time I wished I was more like Niki, whom had a bat in her house at all times, because quite frankly, my purple Envy wasn't going to do much to fight off a buglar.

I tiptoed up the stairs, hoping that I would at least gain the element of surprise. I heard more shuffling around, and realized it was coming from our bedroom. I took a deep breath before cracking the door open. What met my eyes was no burglar, but there definitly was an intruder in my home.

With my boyfriend mounting her mind you...

Bile rose up in my throat at the sight. Josh, my boyfriend, the love of my life that I had been with for four years, was fucking another girl in our bed.

Without another word I silently shut the door, knowing he'd paid no notice. I went back to the laundry room, grabbing a backpack on my way, and threw in what clean clothes I had and my phone charger. I grabbed a post-it note and scribbled down a note, telling him I was leaving, and stuck it to the fridge before walking out the door and leaving him behind.

I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my back, now realizing I needed to find a taxi that could take me to Rhian's parents house. I had no idea where it was, even though I had the address. Hopefully the cab driver would know how to get there.

I watched silently as scenery from this new country passed me by. I'd never been here, and I would have liked to enjoy it, but now was not the time. I was still reeling from what I had seen less than twenty-four hours ago.

He was going to look for me as soon as he knew I wasn't coming back this time. Hell, he may already be looking for me. That thought made me shudder. If he found me he surely wouldn't be happy that I had run away to England.

I was lost in pessimistic thoughts for a while before the cab stopped in front of a large stone house.

"This is your stop mam," the driver said as he put the car in park. I smiled and counted out his payment. I'll admit, it took me a couple of tries. I'm used to dealing with dollars, not pounds. I waved slightly as he drove off.

God I hope Rhian doesn't mind me just showing up, but it's not as if I had anywhere else to go.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. A commotion could be heard inside, followed by two girlish giggles that I knew all too well. The door was flung open, leaving the two boneheads to stare at me.

"Taylor?" Rhian asked in interest.

"Aren't you supposed to be in America with your assh- Josh?" Niki asked, quickly correcting herself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at the two, grateful to have my best friends back.

"I-I left him," I said slowly, looking up into their shocked faces.

"Bloody hell..." Rhian mumbled to herself before stepping aside and pushing me in the door, "Get in here. I'm getting tea and you're going to tell us everything."


"Wow dude," Niki sighed as she leaned back, taking in everything I had just told her. "So you just left?"

"Yea, basically," I nodded.

"Well did you tell him?" Rhian asked, "Did you tell him it was over?"

I frowned and thought about it. "I left him a post-it on the fridge," I told her with a small smile. Niki chuckled.

"What did it say?" she asked.

"Ummmm... Dinners in the oven. I'll see you when I come home," I recited as I thought about it. Niki went into hysterics as Rhian gawked at me, a few giggles finding their way out of her mouth too.

"You dump your boyfriend of four years by leaving him a post-it and running away to England?" she asked, wanting confirmation on what I had just told her. I thought about it for a moment and then nodded, making her roll her eyes and chuckle. "Only you."

"What, it's not like he left me a post-it to warn me he was fucking his secretary in our bed," I grumbled, staring down at me now empty cup of tea, "Besides, I explained it to my mom. So if he's that concerned he can find out from her."

"If you ask me, the bastard didn't even deserve a post-it. Though I have to admit Taylor, you are now my hero. That even trumps a text message break up," Niki said as her laughter began to reside, "Fucking post-it break up."

"That is quite comical love," Rhian told me when she saw my frown, "Niki's right. But you're better off without him. He was too controlling anyway."

"You're fucking telling me," I grumbled, instinctively running my hands up my arms. They tended to bruise the most because he'd always grab my arms to prove a point.

Now, I'm not saying that my boyfriend beats me. I'm just saying sometimes he's a little rougher that he needs to be. And of course it doesn't help that I bruise easily. Especially when I don't take my vitamins like I'm supposed to.

"Well, I say we go celebrate," Niki said with a huge ass grin, "Bar anyone?"

I smiled at that suggestion. It had been so long since I had been able to go to a bar and just have fun without Josh breathing down my neck.

"That's sounds fucking awesome," Rhian smirked, looking to me for approval. I nodded.

"Yea, just give me a little while to get ready. Remember, I've been on a plane for over twelve hours," I told them.

In reality I didn't do much to get ready. My hair, which fell down past my shoulders in loose curls, was now pulled up into a ponytail, with sideswept bangs falling across my eyes. I thought about getting sexed up, but instead opted out and just wore some slim fit jeans and a tight fitting Iron Maiden shirt. I touched up my makeup, basically just adding more mascara and eyeliner, before grabbing my chucks and meeting Niki and Rhian in the living room.

"Damn Rhian, look, she's actually wearing clothes she likes now," Niki muttered, making me roll my eyes. "I mean, you get her away from Josh, and poof! she goes back to Taylor!"

"I know! It's nice to see her in something other than work clothes or skirts and colorful tanktops," Rhian added.

"Oh hush you two. I wasn't that bad. Besides, I was working a lot," I defended.

"And when you weren't, Josh made you dress like a trophy girl. I'm glad you're rid of him. Now, chop-chop! Let's go!" Niki smiled, leading us toward the door.


Hanging out and drinking with my girls was a blast. We hadn't been able to do this in a while and God had I missed it.

"Taylor!" Niki yelled over the music, making me turn to her, "We're going to go get more drinks, you coming?"

I nodded and followed her and Rhian to the bar, glancing over everyone I found there. The club, or pub, or whatever Rhian wanted to call it, was a typical one. There was mostly the 'hip' crowd in here. You know, the English equivilant of the Hollister and Abercrombie wearing girls back home. But, there was also some more interesting people here. I had caught glimpses of a few guys that seemed more... rock? But they had quickly disappeared back into the crowd. That was somewhat disappointing.

"Can I help you ladies?" the bartender asked as we walked up. Niki smiled and nodded.

"Yea, get us a bottle of Jack and a bottle of Jager," she told him, digging around in her purse for the money.

"We'll pay for the ladies' drinks," a suave voice said. I had to smile at hearing the accent. For some reason any type of British accent makes me smile, I think it's just an American thing. I looked up at the group of three men who had joined us. They weren't exactly rocker boys, but they weren't terrible looking.

"Thank you," I smiled to the man that handed over the money for our drinks. Sandy blond hair fell into his gray eyes as he smiled at me.

"Anything to help out such pretty girls."

"So do we get anything more than drinks?" Niki asked with a devious smirk on her face.

"I'll see what I can do about that," He smirked back.

"Adrian! What are you doing?!" a voice yelled over the music, making the guy stiffen up. I already knew what was about to go down, and I wasn't pleased.

"Hey Lacey," he said cautiously as what I'm now going to assume is his girlfriend walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. "How are you babe?"

"Well, I was fine until I noticed my boyfriend and his taken friends flirting with these... girls," she said, her voice filled with disdain, making Niki scoff and Rhian raise her eyebrows. "I mean, just look at their clothes. What were you boys thinking?"

"Excuse me?" Niki asked sharply, obviously getting pissed. The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Of course they're Yanks. Who would have guessed?" she sneered.

"Listen, do you have a fucking problem, because I have nothing stopping me from beating your fucking ass," I growled, not liking that she was insulting not only us, but our country too.

"Don't start with me dear," she laughed, "You're in an English pub, no one is going to support you girls."

"You think I give a shit?" Niki growled.


Matt's POV

A shrill scream made everyone in the pub look down to the bar. I raised my eyebrows and leaned out of the booth, seeing a small crowd gathering.

"What the fuck is that?" Jay asked, laughing when he saw someone fly backwards out of the crowd and onto their ass.

"Looks like a fight to me dumbass," Padge mumbled, gulping down the beer in his hand. "And judging by that scream, it's over a girl."

"Fucking insult me again bitch!" was screamed from the middle of the crowd before a loud crash was heard. The crowd backed up a little bit, but grew. Something was going down, something big.

"Well Padgie, judging by that scream, the fight is a couple of girls," Moose corrected, chuckling at the glare he got. "Fuck knows what it's about though."

A feral growl was heard and then glass crashing, making our eyes widen. "Bloody hell, I want to watch this," Jay laughed as he took off for the bar. I rolled my eyes and followed him, might as well keep the little shit out of trouble.

"What the fuck are they doing?" I grumbled to Padge as we chased after the two.

"They're causing trouble," he laughed. As we got nearer, we could actually see the fight, which turned out to be about six or seven girls just ripping each other apart.

"Stupid fucking Americans!" was screamed by small English girl. As soon as the words left her mouth, she was literally picked up off the ground by a girl with black and blue hair and thrown into the bar.

"Insult my country again!" the girl growled, grabbing a bottle that had fallen to the floor.

"Niki no!" a familiar voice belonging to a pretty red headed English girl screamed as she made a lunge for the American. Unfortunately she was grabbed and thrown to the ground by a blond girl. "Taylor! Stop Niki!" she screamed desperately as the girl with the blue in her hair, Niki I presumed, busted the bottle.

Another girl stood up straighter and dropped the girl she had been punching to look over at the girl the redhead had indicated. Her eyes widened and she began trying to jump over bodies to get to her friend.

"Niki, don't you fucking do it!" she screamed, yet another American, trying to get over to her, but having some difficulty.

"What the fuck is that girl doing?" Moose asked as he stared at the Niki girl with interest, trying to gauge her next move as her friend frantically tried to get to her. There was a malicious glint in her eyes as she brought her arm back, and then it clicked.

"She's going to fucking stab her!" I yelled as Jay made a lunge forward, grabbing the the girl and pulling the bottle out of her hands.

"Mother fucker you had best put me down," she growled, kicking and screaming as he pulled her out of the fight. He didn't let up though and continued to hold her tightly.

"Go get those other two girls before they get arrested," he told Moose, Padge, and I while trying to restrain the still kicking girl. I rolled my eyes as we pushed our way through the crowd. Padge quickly plucked the redhead up off the ground, and luckily for him she didn't put up a fight. I figured we had caught the easy job while Jay was holding the spitfire back there. That is until I saw the third girl on the ground, throwing around three others, a blind insanity showing in her eyes.

"Bloody hell," I groaned as we made our way over, each grabbing an arm and pulling back. Luckily she didn't fight as hard as Jay's did, but she still didn't come quietly.

"Let me go!" she screamed, trying to rip herself from our hold. Moose and I scoffed and held tighter.

"No... you'll just go back and fight," Moose laughed, "We're going to get you out of here."

"Well I don't want to fucking get out of here," she snapped back, suddenly stopping all movements and making herself dead weight. There was no way to move her like that, other than dragging her ass on the ground. And that's not an effective way to get a hostile American out of a crowded pub.

So I stole Jay's approach. I picked the girl up and threw her over my shoulder, ignoring her words of protest. Moose laughed as he parted the crowds, allowing us to get back over to Jay and Padge.

"You fucking asshole, you left us with the other crazy one," I grumbled to Padge, making him laugh.

"Should've been faster," he told me with a smile. He didn't have to hold his girl back. She just stood there, calm and collected.

"Why aren't you kicking and screaming?" Moose asked her, looking her over closely.

"Because there's no reason for me to," she replied smoothly, "I actually have some sense."

"Ah, you're British," he smiled. She nodded.

"Now, can we get out of here before the police arrive. Seeing those two arrested really wouldn't be pretty," she suggested as she made her way to the door.

The yells and screams of the other two girls were clearly heard as we pushed through the crowd. I don't completely understand why we're doing this, but hell, at least it's providing some form of entertainment.

After we had got a few blocks from the club, the two Americans had settled down, and only the occasional profanity was heard from Jay's girl.

"Tuckie dear, you can put Taylor down, she won't put up a fight anymore," the redheaded girl at Padge's side said softly. The use of the childhood nickname instantly brought my memory back to me and I realized why she seemed so familiar.

"You sure about that Rhian?" I asked my cousin with a smile, "She isn't going to make a mad dash back to join that fight again?"

"Niki might," she answered, motioning to the still hostile girl before looking at the now placid brunette I was carrying, "Taylor's good. She seems pretty calm."

"If you're sure," I sighed, slowly lowering the girl down. She went down without a fuss, and stood in place for a moment appearing to be completely sane, contrary to what her previous actions had shown.

"See, I'm not completely psychotic," she said in a rye voice, sounding almost hostile. Luckily the small grin on her face told me that she was anything but. "I have to say, I haven't been in a good barfight in a while."

"Which explains why you aren't incarcerated at the moment," Rhian mused, making even that Niki girl laugh.

"No, connections explain that," the other girl laughed before turning to me, "My names Taylor by the way. Rhian obviously knows you, but she's always sucked at introductions."

"Matt," I smiled as we continued walking again, "I'm Rhian's cousin. Though I haven't seen her in years. Where are you living now by the way?"

"In America, with those two fools. We're here visiting my family," she explained.

"And escaping assholes," Niki muttered from her place over Jay's shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up dumbshit," Taylor laughed, throwing a rock at her.

"Fuck off you cum guzzler! Don't fucking throw rocks!" she growled, knowing there was nothing else she could do.

"Then don't run you're fucking mouth you dumb bitch," she retorted. My eyes widened at the banter between the two. It was obvious they weren't from here. Girls here don't talk like that, ever.

"I've never heard a girl curse that much," Padge laughed, "Let alone two. Is this an American thing?"

Rhian shook her head. "Sadly, know. These two are just a special breed. They even manage to piss off people in their own country. I'm worried what they'll do to England."

"Jesus fucking Christ that's bad," Jay laughed.

"So where exactly are we taking you girls?" Moose asked suddenly when he realized we were just wandering the streets aimlessly.

"Are you staying with Aunt Vivian?" I asked Rhian, who nodded.

"Yea, we're staying with mum. You still remember the way?" she teased. I narrowed my eyes and nodded.

"Yes Rhian, I remember the bloody way."

"Just checking, you are Welsh afterall," she teased, gaining her four glares.

"What do you mean we're Welsh?!" Padge asked loudly, making everyone laugh.

"You're Welsh, meaning you were born in Wales I'm presuming. It would catargorize your accent and your heritage," Taylor smirked, making him roll his eyes.

"Fucking smartass," he mumbled.

"Fucking smartass," she mimmicked, hitting the accent dead on, making not only his eyes widen, but mine, Jay's, and Moose's as well.

"What the hell?" Moose asked, giving her a funny look. The girls immediately began to laugh at our perplexed look.

"Sorry, I had to do it," Taylor shrugged, smiling cutely. I noticed that when she smiled, she had small dimples. It was quite adorable. "I like playing with accents."

I stopped suddenly as we reached my Aunt Vivian's street, but for the life of my I couldn't remember which way to turn.

"Left," Rhian chimed, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Shut up," I laughed, turning down the road.

"Should've stayed in Wales," she sang, making me roll my eyes.

"Shouldn't have gotten in a bar fight."

"Shut up," she frowned, "And please don't tell my mum."

"Yea, that's what I thought," I grinned.


"Matthew! What are you doing here?!" Rhian's mum cooed as we walked in the door. Only when we were safely inside the house did Jay finally set Niki onto her feet. And since then, he's barely taken his eyes off of her. So that's why he got into the fight. He wants in her pants.

"I saw Rhian downtown and just wanted to come say hello Aunt Vivian," I smiled fakely. I honestly hadn't thought about the fact that she wouldn't leave me alone once she saw me. I had been to preoccupied.

"Aw, well that's so sweet of you," she smiled back, patting my cheek. "I thought your mum said you boys were touring though."

"We just got done," Padge answered, "We're on break for a while. We were just stopping here before we headed back to Brigend."

"Oh, well that's nice," she nodded, though it was obvious she couldn't give a shit less. That's just the type of person Aunt Vivian was. She'd pretend to be interested to be polite, but in reality, she doesn't approve of me being in a band. "Oh, Rhian, love?" she said suddenly.

"Yes mum?" she sighed.

"Some man called for you, asking if there was a tailor around here or something? He must have needed his pants hemmed."

"He was asking about a tailor, or he was asking for Taylor?" Rhian asked quickly, gaining a sharp tone and a worried look. Niki also looked nervous, while Taylor had paled considerably.

"Oh, well, I don't know. I suppose it could have been either. I truly wasn't paying much attention," she shrugged.

"Did he leave a name?" Niki piped up. Aunt Viv thought about it and nodded.

"Yes, he did. It was something with a J... John, James, Jacob-"

"Josh?" Taylor asked meekly.

"Yes! That's it! Josh," she smiled, "He seemed to be slightly stressed and snippity. He said it was urgent."

"Oh fuck," Taylor sighed as she sat on the couch, panic appearing across her face.