Boys in The Band

**Chase's POV**
I wriggled in his grip, "I was getting piss drunk and fucking every member of your band!" I spat. No, I literally spat in his face. He returned the favor with a sharp smack across my cheek.
"You fucking bitch!" He howled at me and threw me to the floor.
"I was out, having fun! I was thinking about myself for once!" I screamed.
He looked a bit surprised that I was standing up for myself and yelling back for once rather than the wordless violence I usually resorted to. "Tell me why there's a ring around your finger!? Three fucking years! Chase, we are getting married in six months, do you really want to throw that away?" He began to circle me as I sat on my knees on the cold kitchen floor. "When we moved from Chicago just to get to New Jersey so you can escape your mother? All of the clothes I bought you? The house I'm letting you sty in? Cassandra, darling, I gave you everything." He lifted my chin, "What are you going to do without me?" His voice was devilish and low.

He was right. I had nothing. Ever since I met him at the side of the highway, I've been living off of him and -what felt like- giving nothing in return. The house was his, my clothes were his money, all of the food I eat is his money. I dropped my head.
"Good girl..." He whispered. "I never want to see you around the boys in the band, alright?"
I didn't answer. I just sat on the kitchen floor with a sore cheek and a bloody nose.
"Alright!?" He raised his voice to booming standard.
I didn't answer.
"Chase!" He screamed and raised his hand.
I crunched my eyes, bracing for impact. His hand came directly on my ear, causing me to lay sprawled on the floor with my ears ringing. I brought my legs close to my chest and placed my hands over my ears as he kicked me in the back and tried to grab me more, forcing me into a position where he could hurt me more.

I wasn't a dog. You didn't have to hurt me to know I did something wrong. I fucking know I did something wrong. I cheated on my fiance. He rolled my over so I was on my back and he continued to punch my stomach and swat my arms and legs away in my feeble attempts to push him away. He straddled himself over my hips, punning them down so I couldn't pivot my torso or use my legs to kick him away. "Stop! Bob, please, get off!" I sobbed. My arms kept on reaching and fighting away his hits.
"I wish you'd die!" He screamed only inches from my face until a final blow to my temple made everything go black.

**Mikey's POV**
I sat back down at the kitchen table, across form Ray who had managed to lean back in his chair and squint at the light shining through the window. My phone was sitting in front of me, waiting for Chase to call. I was still thinking about last night. I mean, why did she make love to me? She could have easily done it with Frank or Gerard. Hell, Ray could have gotten some action. She was such a beautiful girl. I still couldn't believe Bob could do something like that to her. I wonder what she is doing right now. Hopefully she snuck past Bob and lied well enough.

"You're still thinking about her?" Ray croaked.
"Huh?"
He looked down at my crotch and back up with a sly smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh for fuck sake, Ray."
He was a douche when he was hungover and he had no problem with it. "You won't see her again, Mikey. I think that was a one-time thing. We were all drunk and made stupid decisions. Let it go, man." He took a sip of coffee.
"Whatever, Toro." I snapped and stood back up, making my way to my room and shutting the door, bringing my phone with me.
Please Chase, just call me.

Notes

It's Sunday! This is the last update for a few days.
Next update will be some time next weekend! But it all depends if I have a free night during the week to write some more :)
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