In the Eyes of Strangers

That night all of us decided to go out and celebrate the upcoming tour and the fact Shane was finally back in L.A. Throughout the night, I felt guilty for walking away from Shane when she asked me about why Dylan and I broke up. After much debating and a few drinks later, I walked over to where she and George was.

“George leave.” I demanded, which caused him to glare. “I fucking told you to leave, I’ve got to talk to Shane about something. Something that pisses you off.” He just groaned before doing as I asked.

“So you’re actually gonna talk to me?” She asked sarcastically.

“I’m sorry about leaving you earlier. I just hate talking about why Dylan and I broke up.” I apologized. “The guys are the only ones that know how hard it is for me.”

“So that’s why George left?” She asked. I just nodded. “So why did ya guys break up?”

“It was last year, we were in Germany; in the middle of a European tour.” I began to explain. “There was this American fan that followed us around. At first I didn’t think anything of it because some fans actually followed us around from show to show. But she was different.”

“She was obsessed with the guys.” Shane mused. I nodded before taking a deep breath.

“She was sickeningly obsessed with Dylan. At this point and time Dylan and I were already on the verge of breaking up. He cheated on me a couple times and we were constantly fighting. The guys thought the fighting was due to us being together 24/7. But there was more to it.” Shane nodded, urging me to go on. “The guys were just about to hit the stage but Dylan was missing. So I did my job and went on to search for him. It didn’t take long to find him. I just had to follow his grunts and her moans. They were in the bathroom fucking.” Tears welled up in my eyes; blurring my vision.

“You don’t have to continue.” She told me. I just shook my head before wiping the tears away.

“I pulled them apart and she began bitching at me. I stayed calm; knowing I had to be professional about this. I’m not just his girlfriend but also his tour manager. The girl didn’t care, she started throwing punches. I knew after the first punch, I couldn’t stay professional. I blacked out and started throwing punches of my own.”

“What happened when you came to?” She asked, almost knowing the answer. She knew how I got in club fights and how I got when I blacked out.

“The girl was covered in her own blood, almost unconscious.” I replied as I hung my head in shame. “I was put into a German jail for the night and A&M/Octone pulled me from being Hollywood Undead’ tour manager. Jeff took over for the rest of the tour.”

“Wow, I’m sorry Love.” She said before pulling me into a hug.

“Dylan broke up with me after I got out of jail.” I continued as I pushed her away. “He said he couldn’t date a psycho bitch. I couldn’t blame him. When I got back to the states, the label ordered me to attend anger management classes and to see a shrink before I could be a tour manager again.”

“How did you end back with the guys?”

“They demanded for me to be their manager.” I shrugged. “They said not many people could deal with their bullshit. Which is true I guess.”

“Have you and Dylan talked about that since?” I just shook my head. “Maybe you should tell him how you feel. I can tell you still have feelings for him.”

“I’ll tell you just what I tell Jay every time he brings my feelings up.” I began to say. “I wont admit anything, until he admits it first.” I stated before walking away; exiting the club…