What Makes a Song a Hit?

I woke up the next morning in Cam’s bed, he was holding onto me for dear life, just like the first night I stayed with the guys. I smiled and detached myself from his grip, standing up. No one was up, good, I didn’t want to deal with confrontation this early in the morning, I looked at the clock, 7.00, woah, way too early. I wrote a note and left it on the table;

Guys,
I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I have to, and im sorry.
I just cant stay here anymore it’s not your fault,
I don’t want to talk about it, but I AM safe
I love you all <3
Alex

I walked into the Avenged bus, “hey” I nodded to Brian, sitting at the table, he groaned “where did the guys get all that liquor, I’m so hungover” I chuckled “I’ll make you a coffee, and some bacon?”. He grinned “who loves ya?” “you?” I guessed and set to work. He nodded, smiling and laid back on his chair

Jimmy came up behind me and hugged me from behind, “hey sweetie” he smiled. He looked at my bag on the floor “ when you getting the rest of your stuff?” he asked. I laughed “ that’s everything I own right now” “oh” he said. I finished Brian’s bacon and coffee and set it in front of him “where’s my breakfast?” Jimmy asked, pouting “make your own shit dick” I smiled at him “is that it?” he asked pulling me into a hug teasingly.

He started to tickle me mercilessly, I squirmed, laughing and rolling around. He stopped and I calmed down, I looked up to see he looked furious, I realized that my shirt had ridden up, showing full view of the bruises on my waist. I instinctively hid my wrist, but he noticed the movement and grabbed it, I flinched, and he took full view of the shape of Ben’s fingers on my wrist. Wordlessly he stood up and stalked out of the bus, I jumped up after him and grabbed his arm, he turned around. “who was it?!” he yelled, I cringed at his tone, his voice softened “who hurt you Alex? was it sam? Or ben? What, did they take turns or something!?” his voice creeping up in volume again, “Is this why you’re moving out of their bus? Because they’re hurting you?” “jimmy, it’s nothing” I pushed him back into the bus.

He pulled me into his room “tell me what happened” he demanded. I wasn’t ready yet, I know ben didn’t actually rape me, but I still felt violated, I trusted him, and he hurt me, physically and mentally. “I can’t maybe later, but not now… I need some time” he was silent for a few seconds “…fine” he sighed. Hugging me to his chest “remember, I’ll always be here” I smiled into him,
“I know”