Hiii! This is my second BVB story. It's a love story between my OC and Ashley Purdy 3 The hot bassist. BVB isn't in this chapter, but will be in the next one I promise! Please review~~~~~ Thanks!

Desclaimer: I do not own Black Veil Brides. However my OC's are my own, please PM if you want to use them.

Skylar Manson POV-

I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror, assessing David's damage. I run my cold fingers delicately over the now blackening bruises along my arms and torso, wincing slightly as my body began to ache. He only hurt me when he was drunk, which, unfortunately, was starting to be more often then not. His warm arms wrapped around me from behind, and I did all that I could to stop myself from yelling out in pain when David held tightly onto my bruised body.

"I'm sorry, babe, I got carried away. The boys and I had a little too much to drink last night… I'm sorry…" He pleaded with me as his eyes moved down to inspect the bruises. "Please forgive me?" Stupid question, he knew I always did. I couldn't stay mad at him. Even if he does hurt me, it's only because he was drunk… I couldn't blame him. I couldn't because I loved him. What was I supposed to do? Besides, he wouldn't be able to take care of himself if I left. I was all he had… So, yeah, I put up with his abuse. I had to.

"Of course I forgive you, David." I smiled at him, and he sighed.

"Thank you." He returned my smile and pulled his arms away. "I'll be in the Living Room if you need me."

"Alright, I have class soon, so I need to get ready." I left then, going into my closet and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a Motley Crue shirt to cover my injured arms and torso. I checked the time before going to curl my naturally black hair. The red numbers on the clock read 12:13. I had 45 minutes before my class started. I was studying film at the local community college before I had saved enough to go to real college. I grew up here in New Orleans, and we had just enough to live off of. After my father died of cancer when I was ten, money had been tight. My mother and I lived alone together and we both worked on the docks, having just gaining just enough money to get by. But now that I'm out of high school, and moved out into David's apartment, I needed to plan my future. I wasn't planning on being a dock worker for my entire life. So, I decided to work on film.

I checked on the clock again, it read 12:36. Time to go, I thought, and headed down the stairs. David was sitting there on the couch, his caramel brown hair still a mess, and a beer can in his hand. He was already drinking? Perhaps I'll just stay with my mom tonight… I grabbed my camera in my hand and headed out the door, not bothering with lunch. I called out a good-bye to David, earning a grunt in return. I left, closing the door behind me. The warm April air blew across my face as the small of fish reached my nose... I sighed, unfazed by the stench of New Orleans, and made my way to the college.

It was already dark out when my classes were over. I pulled out my phone, noticing it was already 8:30. One missed call, from David. He was going out to the bar with his buddies. That wasn't a good sign. I decided to call my mom, and ask her if I could stay the night. But wait… then she'd ask why. No way was I going to tell her about David's drinking, or the abuse. Forget it, I thought, it wasn't worth it. As I headed my way home, I took a few shortcuts. Bad idea, because as I was walking I realized I was walking by the bar David hangs out at. Hopefully he doesn't see me, or I'll never make it to my moms. I thought I had made it past, until I heard a whooping behind me. I turned to see David and his crew of three stumbling around outside the bar, in an alley way, and I tried to scurry away, unnoticed

" 'Ey, Darling!" David called after me, and I turned to look at him in disgust. He stood with his buddies, a drunken grin plastered to his face.

"David, you're drunk, you need to get home." I mumbled, trying to pull him away. But, he twisted in my grip, pushing away from me.

"Oh, don't be like that!" One of his friends purred at me, and I resisted punching him in the face. "C'mon, David, introduce us to his sexy lady." His friend snaked his arm around my waist. I yanked away, jabbing my elbow into his stomach. The four men surrounded me.

"This," David said, his words slurred badly, "Is my girlfriend, Skylar." He grabbed me and pulled me close, smashing his lips roughly against mine. I tried to shove him away but his hands got tighter on my arms, his nails digging into my skin. The others laughed, and starting rooting David on. I felt David's hand yanking on my clothes and I knew what was happening. I managed to let out a loud scream before one of the others clamped a hand over my mouth. I bit the hand hard and felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. His hand yanked away and I screamed again, begging them to stop. It only seemed to egg them on even more. Before I could yell again out again I was pushed gruffly to the ground, and felt my head hit the pavement hard. I slipped slowly into unconsciousness.