Vic
Tony gasps, and we all look over. He gets up slowly from where's he sitting in the room, and he hits me in the face, hard.
"How could you make her do this?!" He screams at me as I hit him back. He's crossed the line, now I'm going to beat his ass. Jaime and Mike pull us apart, as Tony shoves his phone in my face.
I see cuts. Not scars, not anything else. Cuts, fresh ones.
"This isn't Keyona!" I yell, even though it's useless.
"Yes it is!" He yells back.
"I, I couldn't have....." I start to say. The argument is futile. I know Tony's going to win. I made Keyona cut herself. End of story.
"You both need to calm the fuck down. We have a show tonight, and there will not be any fighting out there." Jaime yells.
We all look at each other, and I walk out, ready to get drunk like I was going to before. I take the van and I leave, not caring about anything anymore. I don't know who to call. I have no one to call. I can't even breathe. I pick up the phone and dial a random number, not even caring if it was some stalker.
"Hello?" I hear a voice. A voice that won't even return my calls.
It's Keyona.