Boys in The Band

**Mikey's POV**
Oh fuck. I knew she was in some sort of cage, but I never thought it would be Bob beating her. "Chase, I'm so sorry. But you're not going home, not when Bob is there. I'm not letting this happen to you ever again. You deserve better than him!" I said rubbing her back and brushing her hair out of her face.
"What do I do? I can't just break up with him, he'll beat me even more. I don't want to call the police on him either... I care too much." She sobbed.
I sighed and rubbed her back. "Want any breakfast? I can give you something if you're hungover." I said in a soothing tone.
"I just want a shower." She said wiping away her tears.
I looked over, Gerard was still sleeping in the bed across from us. I sighed and helped her stand up and lead her tot he shower, turning on the hot water for her as she sat on the sink, looking at me. I stood int he doorway, waiting for her to say something. She nodded her head, I walked out and shut the door behind me.

Out in the kitchen, Ray had his head on the table, staring at a coffee mug, while Frankie was sitting at the counter with coffee in his hands, hair a mess and wrinkled clothes. He raised his eyebrows at me, "Walk of shame there, Michael?" he smirked
I narrowed my eyes at him as I poured myself some coffee.
Frankie put his face too close to mine and asked, "What happened?"
I blinked slowly at him and grunted, "What do you mean?"
Just as I said that, Gerard shuffled into the room, scratching his mass of black and blue hair, "Who's having a shower?" He croaked.
Everyone in the kitchen looked at me. Even Ray managed to lift his head off the table.
"Nothing happened, we just passed out in my bed, okay? Even ask Gerard, he slept in the same room." I said, sitting up on the counter and taking my first sip of heaven.
"I was passed out in the basement, woke up in bed. Even if you did get up to something, I wouldn't have known." Now Gerard was suspicious about what happened last night
Oh, for fuck sake.
"We're proud of you, Mikey!" called Ray form the table, slamming his head back down on the dark stained wood with a graceful thud.
I sighed, "Look, nothing happened, okay?"

**Chase's POV**
I stripped off my close and stepped into the running water. The first to was was my makeup. Covering my cuts and bruises, it rubbed off like magic. My platinum blonde hair was soaked all of the way through and the warm water that ran down my aching back was soothing. I found a shampoo on the floor of the shower, it looked okay, but smelled like men's body spray. Whatever, I needed to be clean. I dabbed it through my hair and massaged my head in the process, imagining squeezing out my headache and dehydration. There was no conditioner, but who cares. I didn't need to look like a beauty queen, just get the icky feeling of sweat and shame off of me.

I stepped out and shook out my hair with a towel I found on the floor. I slid on my dirty clothes, ditching my top and jacket. My tank top and jeans would suffice. I took a deep breath, and walked out the door as a damp goddess. Everyone turned to me, Mikey looked away.
"Morning." I said with little emotion.
Frankie started giggling, "Isn't it a glorious morning? The birds are singing! The sun is shining!"
Mikey gave him a cold glare. Well... they found out.
"Yeah, right out your own ass." I said, looking in the fridge for anything to bring home.
"Hey, hey. You're allowed coffee, you have food at your home." Ray whined.
"I'm trying to find something that would pass as going to the store to pick something up before Bob notices I was here." I said, pulling out an unopened bottle of orange juice. "See you guys later." I made my way to the door and closed it behind me. Now I have to be a big girl and play it cool.

Notes

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