It's been three years since Ville and Bam had gotten married and in that time Ville's band became the biggest Finnish band in the world and Bam became a pro skater. They hadn't been any happier with each other. But with their schedules they hadn't seen each other in months. But that was to change with the oldest rock fest in the world coming about in Turku and Ville playing there it gave them a chance to spend a few lovely nights in their 2 story tower together.
Bam entered the dark tower, he had bought with Ville 2 years ago. He was exhausted from his long flight home from a Skate demo in Japan. He hadn't expected Ville home until late that night of early the next morning. HIM's tour bus had broken down some where in northern Finland and he was still trying to get a ride home. Bam dropped his bags between the couch and coffee and wondered up upstairs to the bedroom. He didn't bother clicking on the lights as he slugged into the room and fell across the bed. He growled a sigh in to the thick blankets as his sore, bruised muscles relaxed, unwillingly. Bam lifted his head hearing shuffling above him. "Vil, is that you, babe?" He asked sitting up. "Oh, no it's not, Baby." A voice growled back. Bam moved back off the bed. As he did the lamp on the bed stand farthest from Bam flipped on. Bam blinked getting his eyes use to the light. "Who the hell are you and how'd you get into my house?" He barked. The tall, blond haired man standing in front of Bam on the other side of the bed smiled at Bam cruelly. "I'm Jukka and how I got in is a different story than what I want to tell." Jukka said pulling a large vanilla envelope from inside his coat. "You're Ville's abusive Ex boyfriend." Bam hissed. Jukka nodded. "I am. But, I was abusive because Ville is a cheating bastard." Jukka barked. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about Ville cheating on you." Jukka said throwing the envelope at Bam. "Look for yourself." Bam narrowed his eyes at Jukka, before opening the envelope. He pulled out pictures of Ville and a young lady. In some pictures they were laughing, holding hands, hugging and in two they were locked in a heated kiss. A hard solid ball formed in Bam's throat. He knew the girl, she was the lead singer of a huge British band that Ville really loved. "No, these are fake." Bam snapped throwing the pictures in Jukka's face. "Oh yeah? Call your precious Ville. Ask him where he's at." Jukka challenged. Bam hesitated, but pulled his cell from his pocket and dialed Ville's number.
Ville sat back on the tour bus couch and answered his phone. "Hello, sweetie." He answered breathless. "Hey, babe. It's Bam. Why are you breathless?" Bam replied. "Oh, I was helping the boys try to figure out what is wrong with the bus. What's wrong with you?" Ville asked his eyes rolling in the back of his head. "Nothing, I just miss you really bad." "Oh...um....uh...I miss you too. Look I got to go. Linde is calling me." Ville said his face pinched in pleasure. "Okay, see you when you get home. I love you." Bam sighed. "Yeah, see you in a bit, bye." Ville whispered shallowly. "Bye." Bam hung up depressed. "London, you can't play with me sensitive spot, when I'm on the phone with Bam. It'll give us away." Ville said placing the head of a dark haired, tan skin girl in his hands. It was the lead singer of the band Ville loved. "I know. It's just we have so little time together before you have to go back to Bam. And I know the last 2 years you've been married to him you've been so unhappy. I've watched your drinking get worse over it." London said sitting in Ville's lap. Ville sighed. "I know and sooner or later I'll grow some bulls and divorce him, Then after 12 years of our love being in the dark we'll be together." Ville said honestly.
Bam set the phone down on the bed in shock. "How..." "Ville's been with her for years. For some reason neither of them get to the point of a real relationship. So, they date others and get together when they can. She's the reason he can write his songs about heart break and the funeral of love." Jukka explained. "Get out, Jukka. I want to be alone." Bam said pointing to door. Jukka stood still. "Leave!" Bam yelled. Jukka straightened his jacket and left the room. Bam laid down on the bed and curled into a ball. He cried, "How could you Ville, How." Bam cried himself to sleep. Nightmares taunted his torn apart and tired mind.
