Ze Recapper: Some drunk bastard drags our heroine somewhere to rape her. Nuff said. :]
He dragged me between the Panic! bus and the FOB bus. Whatever he planned to do to me there was clearly not going to be seen by anybody. Panic! was probably meeting fans, and Fall Out Boy was probably onstage by then.
Leaving me alone and helpless.
Oh god, please somebody help me!
I got shoved against the bus and held my breath as this pervert's lips crashed into mine.
_Ryan_
"I'm not going." I got off the stage and started walking towards the bus lot. I just wanted to rest.
"Ryan, there's nothing wrong with meeting fans." Brendon called.
"Just tell them I have a headache." I ignored Brendon's comment and just walked into the bus lot, slipping off the stuffy suit jacket I had to wear during the show.
Once I reached the bus, I was about to go inside but saw a little...
Ahem...
Make-out scene.
The guys hands were a ways up the girls shirt, the girl up against Fall Out Boy's bus. Now that I noticed, the guy was doing most of the work, and the girl didn't look like she was enjoying herself.
At All.
_Valeria_
"Hey!"
Oh shit. Why him?!
I finally breathed for the first time when the guy pulled away and coughed. Once the guy got off of me, I turned away and slumped to the floor, hoping Ryan wouldn't recognize me. I wanted to crawl away, but something inside me wouldn't let me. I felt like I wanted to puke myself to death. The taste in my mouth was worth than anything I've ever tasted.
I pulled my shirt down and felt tears slipping down my face. I had been humiliated.
As shouts started growing behind me, I forced myself to go to sleep and curl up into a little ball.
Bright lights started piercing through my eyelids, which refused to open. I rubbed my fingers over them and started scratching away dried tear-crust from my eyelashes. I opened my eyes and noticed I was on...somebody else's bunk. Somebody walked in and I swiveled my head towards the bunk entrance.
Ryan.
I blinked a couple times. "What happened?" I whispered. He sighed and sat down on the bunk on the other side of the "room". There was a tiny little bruise forming just next to his eye.
"He got taken away by security."
I nodded, not pressing for details. What's the use?
I crawled under the sheets and stared at him. "Thanks." I whispered.
He nodded and shifted around on the bunk.
I didn't want to bother him anymore, so I turned around, facing the wall.
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[Ryan Ross] Nothing wrong with Feeling [Chapter 1]
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