The show went on and me and Cam got closer and closer, he let me cry on him during Yeah Boy and Doll face, then lifted me up onto his shoulders earning me a thumbs up from Jaime; I've never screamed so much in my entire life! As The New National Anthem started up, Vic climbed off stage and began to walk along the barrier and held hands with a few people in the front row. I held my hand out and closed my eyes, hoping for him to hold my hand. I felt a warm hand slip into mine and I opened my eyes to see Vic Fuentes' fingers linked into mine and I looked up at him and our eyes locked. His deep brown eyes were fixed on mine and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.
He turned my arm up, and his gaze dropped to my wrist, I swear I saw genuine sadness flash across his face. A lump began building in my throat as he lowered his head and he stopped singing to trail a row of kisses up and down my scar covered arm. He brought the microphone up to his face and continued singing, his voice cracked slightly and I saw tears in his eyes. I felt my own eyes brimming and I pushed through the sea of people, tears spilling freely as I pushed open the door out to the back of the room.
"Emilie wait for me, please!" Cam shouted after me, his footsteps quickened on the damp paving slabs. I curled up on one of the wooden chairs and cried, my shoulders heaving and my breathing ragged. I couldn't believe it, no. It wasn't meant to happen, he wasn't meant to see my scars.
Cam wrapped his arms tightly around me, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders and I sobbed uncontrollably onto his chest. He held me tighter, before he tilted my head up and moved his mouth towards mine but I pushed him away.
"No…I, I'm sorry I can't" I stuttered over my words and began to scramble away. He tried to grab on to me but I ran back into the venue, pushing my way through the crowd; tumbling through the mass of people falling over feet and bags and empty cans and bottles. God I shouldn't have had anything to drink, he'd been giving me them more and more through the evening. I've always been a lightweight but this was something else completely, the room was spinning and everything was fuzzy around the edges.
I tripped over my own feet and fell out the front door of the venue. Ice cold air hit my like a brick wall as I hit the floor and the tears flowed faster as a stinging pain shot through the palms of my hands and small specks off blood began to rise from the grazes. I had managed to get round the side of the venue, my heart was pounding and every muscle ached with adrenaline.
Suddenly rough hands grabbed me by the shoulders and I was slammed against the wall, and lips pressed against mine. I turned my head away but my hair was grabbed and pulled so my eyes were locked on his. Cam's silvery eyes were blazing and I tried to scream, but he slammed me back against the wall.
"Shut up, bitch" he snarled, slamming his lips back down onto mine as his hand moved away from my hair and down towards my jeans. I felt even more panic flush through my system, a rush flowing through my veins and I twisted away from him, lashing out blindly. I heard a harsh crunch and a yelp and I felt his hands come away from my body. All I could think to do was run; I pushed off from the wall and tried my best to run before he recovered.
I sped off around the side of the venue, my muscles burned and every inch of me wanted to collapse. Pierce the Veil's tour bus. It was crazy but…I was desperate. I dived under the bus, and lay flat on my stomach beneath it, the cold working its way through my clothes and the stench of petrol made me gag. Footstep reached my ears and I turned towards the sounds and saw the beaten grey converse that Cam had been wearing. I heard him muttering, he turned and walked off but I didn't dare move in case he was bluffing. I don't know how long I lay there but it was long enough for the show to finish and the final few fans to wander off after getting photos and get their t-shirts and drawings signed.
"Ah shit" I heard someone mutter, as a back sharpie pen rolled across the tarmac and under the van; I held my breath and tried my hardest to keep still as Tony Perry's face appeared and his hand scrabbled around frantically hunting for the pen. I gasped as his tattooed hand brushed mine, my mind was racing and I felt that burning panic rise up in my chest again. To my surprise he didn't freak out. From what I could make out from the dull orange street light highlighting one half of his face, he was more confused than anything.
"Hey um…do you want a hand getting out from under there?" He asked slowly, as if trying to figure out quite what had happened. I heard the rest of the band laughing further away.
"Don't be an idiot Tony! Talking to it won't make it come back any faster!"
"Vic, dude you kinda gotta come over here"
