Aditional Note: Um, this one might be a little bit freaky, so if you don't want to read something that is... er, strange/nerve-racking, then I suggest you turn back now.
Chapter two: And It All Falls Into Place.
"T-Tony. Please Tony. Don't do this!" I screamed at him. He had pullen me and Billy out our bunks and tied us up on the floor.
We had fallen asleep in the same bed around 11:30. Tony had used his key that I had given him when we were dating to get in.
He put a white veil on my head and a top hat on Billy's.
"'Till death do you part. Seems to fit, huh Benji-Wenji?" Tony said, proping us up against my bed.
"I swear Tony-"
"You swear what?" Tony said, staring at me. I used to think his eyes were so warm, so gentle. But now, they look like stone cutting into me. Detecting my every move and if I do something wrong, they could attack at anytime.
"JOEL! JOEL WAKE UP!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"What the hell do you want Be- Oh, hey Tony, whats up? Um, Benji? Why are you on the floor? What the hell is with the veil?"
"Fucking dumbass! Call the fucking cops, Tony's gone fucking mental!" I scream.
Tony takes one leap and pulls Joel down, off the top bunk, by his neck. He punches him one good time in the side of the head and shoves him in a closet.
"What are you guys doing?" Paul yawns, coming from the bathroom. Tony does the same with Paul and throws him in the same closet.
"You fucking asshole." Billy said to him.
"Well thats enough out of the little slut." Tony said. He pulled a bandana out of his pocket, wound it up, and tied it across Billy's mouth so he was gagged.
"Need any help?"
"Oh my God! LARS! Help me!" I said, as Lars came into the tour bus, "L-Lars? Lars, please. Help me-us. Help us!" I whined. No. This can't be happening. I thought Lars, of all people, would be on my side. No. I'm dreaming. I'm fucking dreaming and any minute now, Joel will be pouring water on my face and I'll be awake.
"Aw, wittle Benji needs help? Funny, you're doing the same thing that you did to me." Lars said, striking me across the face.
"W-What are you talking about?" I wimpered.
"You said you loved me. Next thing I know, you're off with Tony here, no offence Tony, and now you're doing-"
"The same. Exact. Fucking. Thing." Tony finished for him.
"Time to teach Benji here a lesson."
"Lars. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I cried. Tears started streaming out of my eyes. Sitting on my knees the whole time started to hurt. And this rope on my hands was starting to cut into my skin.
"Yeah. I'm sorry too. Sorry for ever fucking KNOWING YOU!" Lars struck me again.
Tony and Lars whispered something together, and, through my teary eyes, I saw Lars walk over to Billy.
"Don't touch him." I whispered, still sobbing.
"What was that, my little Benji?" Tony asked, his face right in front of mine.
"Don't t-touch him." I cried even louder, still looking down.
"Don't touch him? Oh, I won't touch him. I promis."
I looked up at him. He's gotta be pulling my leg. But then again, no matter how pissed Tony is, he never breaks a promis.
"Flip a light on Lars." Tony says. The only light showing, was coming from Tony's and Lars' flashlights.
Lars put on the "bedroom" light and walked back over to Billy. He whispered something in his ear, and Billy's eyes widened. He started squirming to get away, but failed. Lars had put his foot heavily on Billy's shoulder. He pulled off the top hat and placed it on my bed. Tony did the same with my veil.
"W-What are y-you gonna d-do?" I wimpered.
"What are we gonna do. Ha, you hear that Lars?"
"No, what?" Lars said, now paying attention to Tony and me.
"He's asking us what we're gonna do!" Tony said. I'm so confused, hurt, and I'm loosing my fucking mind.
"Ha! What AREN'T we gonna do!" Lars laughed, still not taking his foot off Billy. Billy was breaking down. He was looking down, his hair falling everywhere, and shaking violently. I'd give anything just to be able to hold him. Just to touch him. I don't think both of us is gonna get out of this alive.
Tony moved me so that I was sitting in the middle of the tiny walkway, facing Billy's way. Lars moved Billy so that he was sitting directly in front of me. Lars roughly pulled Billy's face so that he was forced to look at me. His face was tear-stained. I mouthed a "I'm sorry" to him and he started to cry even more.