To Plant A Seed
~Max
“No matter what they say, don’t leave me.” he hugged me tighter.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Good.” I hugged him even tighter, taking in his scent. It’s been a week and already he knows me better than my own best friend.
“I lke youa lot you know that.”
“I lke you too Andy.” He crashed his lips to mine, his back hitting the back of the tour bus.
“No go to your set before someone catches us.”
Now I bet you’re wondering, what the hell? Well, it’s a long story, so, it all started about a week at the party.
*One Week Ago*
“LET’S PARTY BITCHES!!!!” A very drunk Kellin yelled. We all cheered and took another shot. It’s been an hour since I left Andy at the bus, the details hazy.
“Beau!!!” I whined. I drunkly made my way to the couch where Beau was sitting. “Beau.” I fall next to him and Justin Hills sits next to me.
“Ellie, are you drunk?” he asks.
“Maybeee…….maybe not……JUSTIN!!!” I yell and sit on his lap, straddled.
“Ellie, you look hot.” He said, his hands running up my back.
“Aw, cute.” I say. I get up and drag Justin with me outside the bus. We talk a little and I soon ditch him for Jesse. As we were talking he handed me a cigarette. I haven’t eaten in a while, so maybe this would get the hunger out of my mind. As soon as I inhaled the sweet toxic smoke of the cigarette, my mind was at peace.
“Whoa there baby, better slow down.” I opened my eyes to see a figure standing in front of me. A figure who was not Jesse. I blew smoke into his face and stared at him.
Josh.
I hadn’t seen him at the venue today.
“What do you want?” I snap. He snickers.
“Seeing you earlier today made me want you more.” He stepped closer to me, so I blew more smoke into his face.
“So, I don’t like you.” I said, sobering up a bit.
“I don’t care if you don’t like me or not, I want you and I will have you.” He steps forward and snatches the cigarette from my hand.
“Give. It. Back.”
“No.” he puts both hands above my shoulders, pinning me behind a tour bus.
“Get away you twat.” Twat? Really? He hits me hard across the face and presses his lips against my neck.
“Now, now. I’m good friends with your brother, don’t do something you might regret.” We’re on the other side of the tour bus. How on earth is anybody gonna know we’re back here. His hands fumble with the fabric of my dress as he lifts it up. I smack his hands away and try to back away. His hand comes colliding with my shoulder, pushing me back against the bus. I cry out in pain as my shoulder slams the bus. He rips the bottom of my dress and his fingers toy with the helm of my underwear. I let out a ear shrieking scream hoping someone would have the sense to come back here, but of course, being the drunk idiots they are no one comes back here.
Great, where’s Beau when you actually need him.
Josh takes his hand and covers my mouth before he sticks two fingers up my vagina. They feel foreign, wrong, disgusting. I began to cry, sobbing into the hand that has my mouth covered.
“Stop crying. It’s gonna be painless.” He rips more of my dress until the front of my underwear is exposed. He hits me across the face and I fall to the ground. I take this advantage again to scream. It’s higher and louder than before and I seriously fucking hope someone hears this. I was flipped over until I’m on my back; Josh is sitting on my stomach.
“Now, now, shouldn’t have done that.”
*Smack*
~Andy~
What the fuck?
I’ve been walking around this party for the past thirty minutes and there is still no sign of Ellie. What’s making it worse is that stupid screaming I keep hearing. I walk onto the SWS bus and look around for Beau. I bump into Sean and I glare at him. I walk past him and I find Beau on the couch.
“Beau!” I yell. His eyes snap to mine and he turns red, probably remembering the incident from earlier.
“Hey man what’s up!” he yells as he walks towards me.
“Nothing. Have you seen Ellie?” I ask.
“Nah man. Last time I saw her, she left drunk with Justin.” I nod and go to find Justin. I walk past Kellin who glares at me, but then turns red and gives me an apologetic smile. I return it and walk to the front of the bus and see Justin. I tap his shoulder until he turns around.
“What up bro?” he slurs.
“Have you seen Ellie?” I ask.
“Last time I checked, she was out smoking with Jesse.” I nod.
God Ellie! Where the fucks are you?
I walk outside and look for Jesse. He’s nowhere in sight. I sigh and begin to walk back to our bus when I hear the scream again. It was higher than the first one and defiantly louder. I hear a thud and a couple grunts. I walk to the back of the bus to see what was happening when my heart dropped. The familiar blue fabric of a dress was laying scattered on the ground. I followed the trail until I find the suspect. Ellie’s legs are covered in dirt and a black figure is on top. I hear the grunt again and I look to see her face, which is blank with closed eyes.
My brain slowly registers what’s happening.
That guy is thrusting into Ellie, who happens to be knocked out.
Ellie is being raped.
“HEY!” I yell. The guy looks at me and I tackle him to the ground.
“You fucking monster!!! How could you?!?!” I throw punches at him over and over until I hear voices.
“Man what-ELLIE!!!” Beau. I’m still punching the guy in the face when two sets of arms pull me back. I take in my scene. The guy is laying on the ground with a bloody nose, Ellie’s underwear is on the ground a few feet away. Next to the underwear…….a condom wrapper.
Oh.
He can think twice before using protection but he can’t think twice before raping someone as beautiful as Ellie.
“Andy!” Kellin’s voice snaps me out of my trance. “Help us bro.” I see them trying to pick her up, something snaps inside of me.
“Don’t touch her!” I yell. I run over and take Ellie’s fragile body out of their hands. I take part of her dress to cover her, uh, vajay-jay, and I carry her away from the commotion. I walk towards the bus when her band members step forward.
“This is your fault!” Miley snaps at me.
“Me? How?”
“If you hadn’t made her pissed, that’s right, Ellie spills secrets when she’s drunk, she wouldn’t had come to the party, let alone get rape.”
She was right, this is my fault.
“I’m sorry okay! I only want what’s best for her.”
“You wanna know what’s best for her? Stay away from her.” and they walk off. I ignore them and walk onto the bus and into the bathroom, setting Ellie on the ground, I go to get some of her clothes to change in. as I take off her dress, I see the bruises on her face and shoulder. A couple of my tears fall on her face. I wet a rag and wipe the dirt away from her legs before slipping her on a fresh pair of underwear and a new bra. It was very awkward doing this, but it’s not like she knows. I put her on some shorts and one of my t-shirts and I pick her up again and carry her to the couch. I set her down and I sit in front of her.
How can someone so cruel do this?
I mean, her dad already died.
Check.
She had abusive boyfriends.
Check.
The love of her life left her with no explanation.
Check.
Rape?
Check-minus.
I can remember when she told me her story; her eyes no longer had that glint in them. They were cold as ice.
But when she’s happy, her eyes have a glint in them, her eyes sparkle with joy, her smile is genuine, and her cheeks are this beautiful rosy pink color.
Oh god.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
I really like Ellie.
~Ellie~
I felt a hand grasp mine. I didn’t know whose it was so I jerked back. It must be Josh’s. He’s gonna kill me now, if he hasn’t already.
Why me?
Why couldn’t it be after I get to see Andy smile for the last time? Or feel him hold my hand or look deep into his eyes. Feel his strong arms around my waist or wake up to his voice.
I loved how his eyes never left mine when I told him about my past. Gosh, I love everything about Andy. His cockiness, his ego, his bipolar attitude.
The hand holds mine again, I realize whose it is. The scent is familiar. Oranges and Axe.
Andy.
My heart did a double take and I realized it.
I like Andy.
*Present Time*
That’s how it happened. I’m kinda glad they came. Ever since the incident, WCAR has been filling in our spot. But now that I’m up and performing, we got them a solid spot on this years Warped. As for Andy and I; we’re dating in secret. In public, we act like we hate each other, but in private it’s all love. We kiss in between sets,, hold hands in the dark, snuggle when everyone else has fallen asleep, and most of all we have private places to meet. I was walking to one of those places now when Kyle calls me.
“Ellie, we need to talk.” He sounded kinda serious. He’s never serious.
“Yeah, sure. What’s-”
“I know you and Andy are dating.”