Chapter Two
The concert took quite a toll on my already exhausted mind and body. The fans noticed my eye, and everyone noticed I wasn't myself. Joey's glares became more intense with every slip up I made. I could tell I was
in for it. Let me tell you this. There is nothing harder on your heart then when you are actually scared of someone you love. At least not that I know of.
I didn't feel like talking, because I knew that if I did, I'd spill everything about Joey. As soon as the concert was over, I ran for the bus, and sought sanctuary in my bunk. From there I just listened. I knew I couldn't sleep.
I heard Joey say he was going to take a shower, and heard the shower turn on moments later. With him not in the room, I guess the other guys felt more comfortable talking about my strange behavior.
"He was totally off tonight. I wonder why," Justin said.
"Maybe it has something to do with what happened to his eye..." Lance thought out loud.
"Maybe we should talk to him," Jc offered.
"I don't think he wants to talk to us..."
I did. I wanted to talk to them so bad it was killing me. I didn't want to be the only one who knew about Joey's horrible secret. I felt so alone, and the feeling was eating me up inside. I wondered how long I'd be able to hold it in, it was already taking quite a toll on me.
I started to fall asleep, but the image of Joey popped up in my head and I opened my eyes again. I played with the edge of my bunk's curtain and listened to what was going on in the other part of the bus.
There really wasn't anything worth listening to. Joey was just coming out of the shower, Justin claimed the next turn. Jc and Lance were talking about some behind the scenes stuff.
I tried to relax. It was then I realized how sore my muscles were. What I needed was a nice hot bath. That thought perked me up a bit. I planned on taking one after everyone went to bed.
I laid there and waited for about three hours until I was sure everyone had went to bed, then I snuck out of my bunk, grabbed some clean clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
I stripped down as I let the small tub fill up. I turned off the water and lowered my aching body into the hot water, laying my head back. I knew I needed to tell the others. I couldn't sleep, and I needed to sleep. We were on tour, and that's not the best time to not get sleep when you can.
After about an hour and a half of soaking and thinking, I decided I was going to tell the guys the next day. I felt better thinking about not being the only one who knew about Joey's problem, but it also made me sick with fear. Joey had threatened me, and I was scared of what he would do to me. But I had to tell. I needed to.
I got out of the tub and dried off. I got dressed and watched the tub drain before heading into the lounge/kitchen. I sat on the couch and turned on the tv, making sure to keep the volume down.
I flipped through the channels for a while, but got tired of that, so I just left it on the channel it had landed on. I wasn't really watching it anyway. The background noise calmed me, and I soon slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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