For all of you R5 fans who read this book (or others who are interested) I'm working on a Ryland fanfiction as well. It's currently published. It is called Stranded. I hope you guys check it out and enjoy.
Zoey's pov
Peyton, Jace, and Charlotte left two days ago. They had to go back home to help their moms, or in Jace's case, help Peyton with his mom. I missed them all. But I know that they'll be back on tour with me in a few weeks. We're all planning on going to a concert together.
"Zoey!" Ashton yells from the front of the bus, snapping me from my daydreams of Peyton.
"Yes?" I yell back. No answer. I groan loudly and throw my legs over the side of the bunk, reluctantly getting off of it.
"What's up?" I ask, seeing all four boys sitting on the couch.
"Did you cut again?" Ashton asks immediately.
"What?" I ask, "No!"
"Zoey, it's okay if you did. We aren't mad. But we found a blade in the trashcan," Calum tells me.
I'm confused. I haven't cut. In months The only time I've thought about it was when Riley made a guest appearance in my life. And Luke stopped me then. I don't even have any blades.
I look up at the boys and see Michael fidgeting with his bracelets. Realization washes over me. I do that sometimes. When I'm uncomfortable with my scars. Michael was the owner of the blade. The hate had gotten to him.
"I'm sorry guys," I lie, looking down at the floor.
"It's fine, Zoey. Just please, don't do that anymore. We really don't want to loose you. Just come talk to us instead," Ashton says. I nod.
"Why'd you do it?" Luke questions.
"I guess it was just Riley and some hate from people," I mutter.
"Talk to us next time," Calum tells me.
"Promise," I tell them. Luke, Ash, and Calum nod.
"Well, we have to go get ready for sound check. Are you coming?" Luke asks me. I shake my head no. The boys shrug, give me a hug goodbye, then turn and leave.
"Hold it, Clifford," I say, crossing my arms over to chest. Michael freezes, his back towards me.
"Why did I just have to cover for you?" I call.
Michael slowly turns around to face me, "How'd you know that it was me?"
"You were messing with your bracelets. I do that all of the time when I feel uncomfortable with my scars. Why'd you do it?" I ask.
"Hate. There was this one person who just said something really nasty and I-" Michael stops after his voice cracked.
"I get it. Let me see," I command, holding my hand out. He pulls the few bracelets off and give me his arm. There was one thin, pink line on his wrist.
"It's not too bad. The scar will fade until it's almost completely invisible," I assure him, releasing his wrist.
Michael nods, "It hurt so much, Zoey. Why do you do that?"
I give him a sad smile, "After a while, it starts to take away the pain. And Michael, you need to tell the boys."
"I know. And thank you," he says, pulling me into a hug.
"No problem, Mikey," I reply, hugging him back tightly.
