One Hundred Sleepless Nights

[Vic's POV]

I couldn't believe her. I've never been more angry at someone before in my life. For Elendra be so selfish, to even think about hurting herself again, I just couldn't believe it.
I slammed the door in her face, I didn't care how bitter that made me. Yeah, it was an asshole move but I couldn't help it.
I stomped my feet down the steps with my suitcase dragging behind me. I saw Mike and Jaime standing by the door, texting away on their phones.
"What's going on?" Mike asked me. His voice held some concern in the back of his throat.
"Nothing, fucking nothing," I said in a low voice. I was pissed. "Let's just get going."
"Vic, I'm really concerned abou-" I cut Jaime off.
"Don't ask me questions, let's just go."
I slid my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose and I decided to walk out first and let them follow me out. I really didn't care, I'd explain to them later about what happened...maybe. I needed to get my main focus on my tour. I didn't want to shove my problems out onto someone else, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I was sitting at the kitchen area of the tour bus. I will admit, this bus was off the hook. It had nice leather sofas, a TV with cable on it, and a sweet stereo to play some tunes when we had some off time, which probably would barely happen since we were so busy touring and playing shows.
I was filling out some paper work for the venue we were hitting up first in Soma. Nothing better than hitting up the hometown to kick this tour off to a great start. We were planning on being here for 2 days since the fan base here was insane.
Tony was sitting across from me, typing on his laptop. I saw her peer over the top of it.
"Getting the final stuff done?" He asked me.
I nodded, tapping the pencil gently on the table. I forgot what I was writing on the document.
"Yeah, just finalizing things."
"You're doing okay, right Vic?" He asked me, shutting his laptop down and leaning back in the booth, folding his arms firmly across his chest.
"Yeah, don't worry 'bout me, Ton-Ton." I brushed off what he asked me. I was fine, honestly. I felt just a little betrayed because I felt in my heart that Elendra would be scared to cut again.
"I'm just wondering," Tony cleared his throat and then began to spoke softly so the others wouldn't hear. "I don't want you upset. Is there something going on between you and Elendra?"
I shook my head no. "Why would you ask that?"
"I don't know, the way you look at her maybe."
I had to lie to him about my feelings for her. I had to push her out of my thoughts before I got angry again. "Just friends."
"And that explains her sleeping in your bed last night...got it."
Tony smiled, and I narrowed my eyebrows at him.
"Tony, don't even."
"I kinda heard you two last night..."
"Well, this isn't awkward."
We both laughed. Tony has a girlfriend himself who would come down to stay with us sometimes for a week when she would come down to visit him. Being apart of this band, we barely got to see the people we love as much as we wanted to. When Tony had Stephanie over, he made it clear when he was bringing her upstairs, so I knew he'd understand where I was coming from.
"Don't tell anyone."
"Oh, you know me. I won't."
"You swear?"
"I swear."
"We're just friends." I had to reassure that my one night thing with Elendra would stay between Tony and I, and only us. I didn't want anyone else to know about it.
"Just friends...got it." Tony winked at me, and he got up from the table and went over to the cupboard to look for something to much on.
I flipped him off, and I saw him return the favor. He had a big grin on his face.
"We're almost to the hotel, just save those chips for later, we'll need them later in the week."
He shut the cabinet and he continued down the hall to the lounge area of the bus.
I couldn't wait to get to this hotel. I was planning to throw a huge after party let me tell you, you don't wanna miss this.

[Elendra's POV]

I felt Vic's hands on my back, his hands slowly making their way down my sweaty sides to my hips, his greedy hands moving over my thighs. I couldn't help but put my head back and to let out a sigh of pleasure when he dipped his head down taking his wet lips over my neck. This was something I couldn't describe. I felt together with him. This was what love felt like. I could really tell.
I moved my hair back with my fingers, and I wrapped my arms firmly around his neck, his shoulders sweating. I kissed from the bottom of his neck to tip of his jawline, to where I met my lips with his, kissing his bottom lip and dragging my tongue across the bottom of it. Vic kissed me hard, and I felt my hands grabbing onto his thick shoulders, digging my nails down his back. I could feel his grip on my hips getting tighter and the look on his face was priceless. Vic was sure enjoying himself. He wanted more.
I was about to feel something no man has ever given me, and I let out a loud gasp, and I felt a sudden release from Vic's hands, and I looked at him. My hair on my forehead was sticking like glue from all the sweat my body was releasing. I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath at any moment. Vic looked at me, his brown eyes gazing into mine, and he pressed his lips on mine, kissing me good and hard.
"I really do love you, Elendra. With everything I've got." He whispered it slowly to me. His words lingered through my thoughts. I couldn't believe he said that to me. I would never forget that night.

My eyes opened suddenly. I was laying on the ground in my bathroom floor. I must of been knocked out hard and good.My hand was shaking. I dropped the shard of glass to my side. When the glass hit the ground it shattered completely. I looked down at the mess I made on my wrist again. Only 3 cuts, but enough to make a small puddle of blood on the bathroom floor. I took my hand and wiped it across the cuts, spreading the blood out of the cuts. I wiped the blood on my pants and the back of my head hit the cold wall. I couldn't even cry anymore. I was numb. I knew I was going to break, but cutting was something that calmed me. I could control my amount of pain that I could handle.
I crawled onto my knees, moving over to the sink and used the ledge to help me up. I looked in the mirror to see my hair messed up and my face was pale as a ghost. I stared at my reflection. I didn't look happy. I was that could change.

I slumped my way down the steps of the house to the living room. Red cups were still on the coffee table and a bottle of booze sitting on the window sill. I sat on the couch, curled up in the corner. I reached into my pocket to find my phone. I saw I had a message and I frantically opened it. I was praying to God it was Vic. I opened it up.
It wasn't from him. I didn't bother to reply to it. I dropped my phone on the ground. I'm losing Vic before he was even mine.

[Tony's POV]

"Thank you, San Diego! You guys are sick!" Vic cheered into the microphone.
I was standing on my stand in front of a large group of kids. The crowd for the first show was insane. They went for miles. The roars of kids screaming was something I lived for. Doing this for a living was amazing.
I reached my hands into the crowd, and they all grabbed for my arms that I almost fell over. I couldn't help but smile. This was the best job I could ever ask for.

I walked down the street alone to the hotel. I had my phone out with me. I decided to shoot Stephanie a text to tell her to come down to the hotel so I could see her. Vic was throwing a huge after party. I was hoping it was going to stay just the bands, but knowing Mike's ass, he'd bring some band whores down to the crib because he knew they'd be down for a good time.

When I slid the card to get into my hotel, I opened the door to see Vic laying on the bed. He had his face covered with his hands. His shirt was barely on, no shoes on or anything. He seemed wasted.
"Vic, are you drinking?" I asked him. I sneered when I said that.
Vic snorted his nose, and shot up. His eyes were red, his lips wet and I saw a bottle of Vodka sitting on the night stand next to his bed.
"Me? No. Never, hahahaha...you know I don't drink!"
I stood there awkwardly.
"But...you do." I looked at him, he was laughing about something. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Vic, why don't you go in the other room..." This was going to get ugly.
"Naw man, I'm about to fuck this bitch. You couldn't believe how many girls I had all over me tonight. It felt fucking great."
He was slurring his words when he said that, his eyes barely staying open. He was moving his hands in an awkward way as well when he spoke.
"But what about Elendra?" I asked him. If he was really going to do this, I was going to be disappointed in him.
"Yeah, fuck that bitch. I don't give a fuck anymore."
"Vic, go to bed. Honestly, this is stupid. This isn't you."
"Tony, learn something from this. When a bitch fucks you over, she don't mean shit to you anymore. Follow up with what I'm sayin'."
I crossed my arms across my chest. Vic lived up to his nickname, he was getting nasty. And if I saw him even lay an eye on one of the girls Mike was bringing up to the room, who knows if Vic was even telling the truth, I'd stop it. Elendra seemed like a good girl, and from what it looks like Vic really did like her.
I just really wanted this night be over. This wasn't what tour was supposed to start off as.