*Jaimes POV*

"Why is it any of you buisness Jaime?" Vic shouted at me.

"I just wanted to know what you were writing about! God Vic!" I yelled back, running my hand through my hair.

I took a step closer to him and held his chin so he had to look at me. I whispered "I just want to make sure you're ok...You don't have to be so difficult."

Suddenly an impact on my check jerked me backwards, making me let go of his face. He slapped me. He actually hit me.

"Oh, now I'm difficult!? Try talking to you! I can't tell you anything, and when I try to you just blow it off! Dammit Jamie I'm so tired of talking to a brick wall of a boyfriend."

I lifted my hand to hit him back.

He cringed and closed his eyes. He looked...scared. I let my arm fall limply to my side.

Vic opened his eyes, wondering why I hadn't hit him. We locked eyes for a second then took a step away from me.

He scurried out of the room, I guess heading to his bunk.

I stood there right in the middle of the room, where the man I think I might love just pulled a hit-and-run.

That's what it felt like anyways. Like he had run me over with an 18-wheeler.

Falling back onto the couch with a sigh, I reached my hand up to my cheek where he had slapped me. My face was tear-stained. I hadn't noticed that I was crying I guess...

I wanted to try and fix things as fast as possible. I'd have to do something that I didn't usually do: Plan out my actions. I need to find out how to apologize.

But he might run away from me. Was he really scared I would hit him? He should know that I'd never hurt him on purpose.

I'll need Mikes help. He knows Vic better than anyone else so he can get me back on Vic's good list.

I wonder how he and Tony are doing.

The night after the dinner date we all confessed how we just wanted to make each other jealous and me and Vic got together.

They started dating a week after we went out to dinner. After a show one night, me and Jaime went to a nearby CVS to get junk food and when we got back, they were both cuddling on the bus floor.

The whole band was happier this way. Everything was great. Until just now I guess.

I guess the happy couple heard the fighting because they soon walked into the room.

*Vics POV*

I lay alone in my bunk, crying. I just felt weak and pathetic and worthless. But I was content with crying until I felt empty.

It was all my fault that Jaime was gonna hit me. If I wasn't so stupid, maybe he'd love me. If I wasn't so stupid, maybe all the others would have been nicer too. Maybe they wouldn't have hit me.

I eventually cried myself to sleep, haunted by nightmares. I had flashbacks about all my old boyfriends.

I remembered all the kicks, punches, slaps and things they did to me. I remembered after 'sleeping over' at their houses, I'd come crying home to Mikes apartment. He'd make me show him all the bruises, broken bones and sometimes cuts that they left.

I think Mike kind of enjoyed playing nurse for me. He tried his best to fix what he could with gauze, Neosporin, band aids and painkillers but for my major wounds, we would make up bullshit stories how I got them and go to the hospital.

He used to scold me. Tell me I really shouldn't be with them. I went through 8 relationships like that. I told him it wasn't abuse because I deserved it, which was true.

They'd usually leave me anyways after they beat me a little too much and I was left bleeding and unconscious on their living room floor.

The last thing I remember in my dream is when Mike showed up at my 8th boyfriends door to take me home. At the time I was barely awake and probably would have died of blood loss if he hasn't have gotten me.

I woke up still crying. 'This is why you stay away from guys now, remember?' I thought.

Anyways I needed Mike. Hes the only one who can calm me down after my flashbacks. Sometimes I swear, he's more of an older brothe than I am.

I slipped out of my bunk and towards the front room where I heard voices. They were all in there so I decided to eavesdrop for a little.

"Vic acts kinda weird sometimes..." That was Jaimes voice. "Like when I try to hug him or something he flinches and gets jumpy."

It sounded like Mikey cleared his throat before saying "Really? Do you think you just catch him off guard or something?"

I think Jaime shrugged.

I walked out from the hallway and squeaked out "Mike. Can we talk?"

He stood up immediately and walked back into the hall and sat on the floor.

"Flashbacks?"

I nodded and he sighed as I sat across from him.

"He won't treat you like they did. You know that, right?"

I nodded again.

"Just let him apologize, ok?"

I mumbled a weak "ok"

A/N: Ok so guys I'm working on editing this entire fic so don't be suprised if it changes a lot! I encourage you to go back and re-read it if you can because will make reading it more enjoyable in the future! Thanks!