:o

 

EDIT- at kyras story :lol:

What she said, Emma...it's Kyra. :D

WONDERFUL, kyra!

 

more!! :whip:!

The next chapter is...um...not ready yet. *runs away* :P

just to warn you guys, the next chapter of my story might be kind've sad.

:lol:

 

EDIT-@ Kyras

 

@ Christina-:bigcry: thats okay. POST IT!

HE DIES, DOESN'T HE? :bigcry:

 

Edit: Did any of you read a novel called My Sister's Keeper?

ch2 http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3209787&postcount=4859

ch3:http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3210075&postcount=4872

 

4:http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3210527&postcount=4884

5- http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3212988&postcount=4920

6- http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3213402&postcount=4922

 

WHAT WAS THAT?!

 

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:lol: @Kyra-no, but i wanted to

 

CHRIS DON'T DIE!!

Damn...you should, it's so great. :laugh3:

:stunned:

 

 

that means i like your story, kyra. :)

Liz asked me if Guy was the one raping or being raped. Well that, my girl, is the million dollar question. You'll find out...right...NOW! :dance: Then again, it may not be completely clear yet. :inquisitive:

 

Edit: New chapter of Mama will come once I write it. :uhoh2:

 

Side Effects

 

 

 

The first thing I was aware of upon waking was how dry my throat was. Groaning, I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids wouldn’t seem to cooperate. I tried to sit up instead, but that was even more of a failure than trying to see. Besides, it hurt. I didn’t want to do anything that caused me pain. Surely that was fair enough. But still, I kept trying to open my eyes.

 

When I finally did, the light flowing through the windows nearly blinded me. I yelped in pain and covered my face, wincing as the sudden movement caused a sharp pain in my wrists. Where was all this discomfort coming from? I shivered slightly in the chill of the room and tried to look around.

 

Everything was bathed in golden sunlight, and at first glance everything seemed perfectly in place. But on second glance, I noticed something odd. My clothes were strewn across the floor; my boxers placed haphazardly at the foot of the bed. I blinked and frowned in confusion, my head beginning to ache. I didn’t remember getting undressed. Hell, I didn’t even remember coming back to my room. I figured I must have been really drunk last night and forgotten everything. But then what about my clothes? Why had I taken them off? Had I taken them off? Had there been a woman up here with me? My heart skipped a beat and I tried desperately to remember if I had tried to talk to any girls.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Guy?” Jonny called through the wood. “I’ve got your key card, can I come in?” I took a moment to think, wondering if I should refuse and try to get dressed first. But seeing as I could barely move, I figured I might as well let him in now.

 

“Um, y-yeah.” I said, my voice strangely raspy. The lock on the door clicked and it swung open. I shrank down a bit, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. Jonny stood in the doorway, a critical expression on his face. He looked around at the floor, then back at me.

 

“Someone was busy last night. She’s gone, right?” he asked, looking around nervously. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t remember any girls. “Well?” he snapped, obviously annoyed.

 

“I don’t…I don’t know.” I admitted, my brows knitting in distress. I was beginning to get scared. “Jonny, I don’t remember…”

 

“Christ, man. You’re gonna have to stop drinking so much.”

 

“I only had one beer.” I said automatically. “Will dared me to.” That much I could remember. He had told me that he would give me twenty pounds if I only had one drink at the party. I had accepted instantly, itching to prove to him that I could control myself.

 

“Well, apparently not.” said Jonny, picking up my jeans between his forefinger and thumb. He threw them onto my bed with a grimace. “Really, Guy. When are you going to grow up a little?”

 

“Look, Jon. I really don’t remember being with a girl last night! I don’t even remember coming back to my room. Did you see me leave?” I asked, getting frustrated. I was missing half a night of my life, and I wanted it back.

 

“Well, when I saw you last, you looked like you’d had another row with Eddie. You looked pretty drunk too. Staggering and all.” I sighed, my heart sinking. Eddie was a real son of a bitch. He showed up at most of our parties in London because he happened to be friends with a roadie we all knew. I hated him with a passion. He demanded to be brought along, but he didn’t even like our music. He just wanted to be in the center of attention. I shook my head.

 

“I hate that fucking bastard.”

 

“We all do. And he knows.” muttered Jonny, sinking into a chair across the room. “So. I came to get you for breakfast. But you, um, look a bit tired. Rough night, I guess.” he teased, winking. I frowned at him, trying to piece together what had happened. I remembered finishing off the beer, talking to Chris a bit, Arlene…

 

And I also remembered feeling a bit dizzy. I began to remember Eddie, and I recalled him asking me if I needed help getting upstairs. He’d leaned across the bar and gripped me by the shoulder, the smell of his breath hitting me in the face. And then, with a terrible sinking in the pit of my stomach, I remembered the last thing he’d said to me. You’re mine, you pretty little fuck.

 

I’d tried to tell him to back off, yanking myself away. But he’d been holding my shoulder too tightly. Wordlessly, I looked down to my right. Sure enough, there were a few light bruises in the form of fingers. Jonny watched me, bemused. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

 

“Eddie…he, uh…” I hesitated, and Jonny stood up to get a better look.

 

“Shit, he did that? Jesus, man…that’s it. I’m telling Mal he can’t bring him anymore.” I nodded wordlessly, not knowing what to think. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember anything after that little confrontation with Eddie. There was just nothing there. The bad feeling in my stomach increased exponentially. If I had been worried before, I was practically sick with fear now. What had he done to me? All of a sudden, I just wanted Jonny out of my room.

 

“Jon, can you…clear out for a while? I should get changed…”

 

“Oh.” He didn’t seem offended. “Okay, right.” He grinned at me and tossed me my key card. “It was in the lobby downstairs.”

 

“Thanks.” I murmured emptily, turning it over in my hands. Of course I never remembered taking it out of my pocket.

 

 

 

 

 

WHOA!! Poor Guy!!

 

At first when he was talking about the 1 beer that Will gave him at the party i was like ......"huh?! Did Will put a roofie in his beer?!" :lol::laugh3:

 

 

 

ahhh that Eddie sleez :whip: write more kyra!!! :whip: :wideeyed:

:lol:

Oh my god! Not Will! :uhoh2: :laugh3:

 

Edit: And if you think it's bad now...holy crap. It's gonna get a lot worse.

WHOA!! Poor Guy!!

 

At first when he was talking about the 1 beer that Will gave him at the party i was like ......"huh?! Did Will put a roofie in his beer?!" :lol::laugh3:

 

 

:lol: that's what i was thinking too. :P

We're Something Together

 

Part 8

 

 

 

Will's POV

 

"Hmm, I don't know... Maybe you should go talk to him."

 

"Did he say anything, or... what? Did he just up and leave?"

 

"Well, he did go silent after a bit."

 

"What happened?"

 

"He got some... news," Chris replied vaguely.

 

"Oh, man, is everything OK?"

 

"Yeah, it's fine. Guy's just, you know, not so good at handling... stuff." He obviously wasn't going to give me a straight answer. I knew something was definitely wrong, though, because Jonny was sitting on the floor, completely silent.

 

"...I'm gonna go talk to him."

 

"Good idea." I left the room again and walked out into the hallway.

 

"Guy?" I asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

 

"What?" a muffled voice replied.

 

"Can I come in?" The only response was a dull grunt. "Is that a 'yes'?"

 

"Whatever." I opened the door and walked in. Guy was sitting on the edge of the counter, looking almost disgusted.

 

"Hey, what happened?"

 

"Chris..."

 

"What about him?"

 

"Jonny..."

 

"Yeah, what about them?"

 

"They... Will, they..." Was anyone going to give me an answer?

 

"You're going to have to use actual words, mate."

 

"They're, you know... together."

 

"Really? Like... like, dating?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Wow." Chris and Jonny dating. It was a bit of a shock, though I can't say I was all too surprised. Guy didn't look very happy, though. "Wait, is that what you're so freaked out about? You didn't see this coming?"

 

"Well, I mean, it's one thing for them to be, you know, them-like, but... I don't know about you Will, but I don't like having the mental image of two of my best friends going at it."

 

"Then why are you picturing it?"

 

"I don't know!" he exclaimed, burying his head in his hands. I couldn't believe how disgusted he sounded. They were our best friends, and their happiness is what should have mattered, not whatever sick porno was playing in Guy's head.

 

"Listen, it's time for us to go back out there now. And you can deal with it." Guy looked up, a shocked expression on his face.

 

"Yeah, OK," he said, finally deciding that I was right. He got off the counter and walked towards the door. "I'll just deal with it."

 

 

 

Oh my god! Not Will! :uhoh2: :laugh3:

 

Edit: And if you think it's bad now...holy crap. It's gonna get a lot worse.

 

WRITE MORE NOW :whip: thats an order now miss kyra!

 

 

and hahahhaa :laugh3::laugh3: well that sure is what it sounded like at first....that Will drugged him or something and took advantage of him!!:lol:

Kyra I love you story,post more:whip:

that Eddie guy.......:uhoh:

SO MANY GREAT FANFICS AT ONCE!!! Seriously, I am loving all of them so much.

 

Christina - Just WOW, I have to confess I started tearing up, your story's so good. Please post soon:)

 

Kyra - Oh God, absolutely incredible, you write in such a powerful way that I feel Guy's desperation.... It's amazing. Can't wait for the next part. And M A M A, too!

Brooke, I couldn't keep myself from laughing at this :lol: Guy's so cute and pervy.... I am loving every single chapter of this story!

They were our best friends, and their happiness is what should have mattered, not whatever sick porno was playing in Guy's head.

 

That line actually made me laugh. :D

 

@ Liz---Ew, no...not Will! ...Okay, I'll post the next part. Think of it as chapter 1, part 2. They were written together, they should be posted together.

 

Side Effects

Chapter 1, Part 2

 

 

 

 

After Jonny left, I tried once more to get up. This time, although it was a bit painful, I could manage it. I looked down at myself, trying to figure out where these pains were coming from. I didn’t seem to have any bruises or marks anywhere, but something still felt horribly off. I ran a hand delicately over my back, but nothing seemed different. But when I tried to walk, I felt it. The pain was definitely radiating up from my backside and legs. What the hell…?

 

Trembling from head to foot, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face was pale and dotted with sweat, and upon careful inspection, my eyes were oddly bloodshot. I tried splashing some cold water on my face, but it didn’t do anything. Eddie’s words were echoing around and around in my mind. ‘You’re mine, you pretty little fuck.’ What did that mean exactly? It was like something rapists said on TV shows. My stomach dropped once more on the word rapist. No. No, that’s definitely not what he meant. Right? Well, what about the pain? Where is it coming from? The fact that you can’t remember shit? There are drugs that do that…your eyes are red. That’s a sign of drug use. But you’re not a junkie. You don’t use. How do you explain that? I eventually managed to convince myself that I was jumping to conclusions; being paranoid. I probably had too much to drink, and gotten a little too into it with a woman.

 

She’d probably been crazy.

 

I decided to take a shower to try and calm myself down. I shivered and glanced at the rack to make sure I had enough towels. My heart nearly stopped as I noticed a reddish smear marring one of the towel’s white fabric. It looked like a kid had been eating barbecue sauce on it, but I recognized it instantly as blood. Yeah, that was definitely blood. I bit my bottom lip and held my breath as I slid the towel off the rack. Oh my god. I dropped the thing on the floor and took a step back.

 

Eventually, I stepped into the shower in a stunned stupor. As far as I was concerned, I would go home and forget all of this. I wouldn’t even think about what had happened at this hotel ever again. But the problem was that I didn’t even know what had happened. How could I forget something I didn’t remember? I looked ahead at the knobs controlling the water. There was a CD case resting on top of them. I stared at it blankly, then picked it up. It had my name on it; written with what looked like black sharpie. Inside was an unmarked CD. I decided to find out what the hell was going on.

 

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a clean towel around my waist. I moved cautiously into my room and rummaged through my duffel back, pulling out my laptop. Swallowing my fear, I put the CD into its drive. I half expected it to blow up in my face, so I leapt to other side of the room as it loaded. Then I crept back to the laptop and looked inside the folder. There was one file…AVI. It was labeled ‘With Love’. I trembled with inexplicable anxiety as I opened it.

 

Like that, my hopes of forgetting that night were completely shattered. Frozen with utter horror, I managed to get through seven minutes of the silent, black and white video before I ran into the bathroom to throw up.

 

You’re the one sprawled unconscious over that bed. Eddie’s the one fucking you, looking like he’s having the time of his life.

 

I leaned away from the sink, shaking with shock and terror. Sweat poured down my back, and tears filled my vision. My gaze slid to the towel lying on the floor.

 

So that’s where the blood came from.

 

 

 

sorry! my dog was nagging me. :rolleyes:.

 

i'll post the next chapter soon. :D

 

EDIT: :shocked3:!!

 

 

kyra!!

 

SO good!!!

:shocked2: ooooooooo

^Oh My God! Poor Guy and that Eddie bastard... man, I hope he puts him in jail :angry:

 

That was so greatly written!

That line actually made me laugh. :D

 

@ Liz---Ew, no...not Will! ...Okay, I'll post the next part. Think of it as chapter 1, part 2. They were written together, they should be posted together.

 

Side Effects

Chapter 1, Part 2

 

 

 

 

After Jonny left, I tried once more to get up. This time, although it was a bit painful, I could manage it. I looked down at myself, trying to figure out where these pains were coming from. I didn’t seem to have any bruises or marks anywhere, but something still felt horribly off. I ran a hand delicately over my back, but nothing seemed different. But when I tried to walk, I felt it. The pain was definitely radiating up from my backside and legs. What the hell…?

 

Trembling from head to foot, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face was pale and dotted with sweat, and upon careful inspection, my eyes were oddly bloodshot. I tried splashing some cold water on my face, but it didn’t do anything. Eddie’s words were echoing around and around in my mind. ‘You’re mine, you pretty little fuck.’ What did that mean exactly? It was like something rapists said on TV shows. My stomach dropped once more on the word rapist. No. No, that’s definitely not what he meant. Right? Well, what about the pain? Where is it coming from? The fact that you can’t remember shit? There are drugs that do that…your eyes are red. That’s a sign of drug use. But you’re not a junkie. You don’t use. How do you explain that? I eventually managed to convince myself that I was jumping to conclusions; being paranoid. I probably had too much to drink, and gotten a little too into it with a woman.

 

She’d probably been crazy.

 

I decided to take a shower to try and calm myself down. I shivered and glanced at the rack to make sure I had enough towels. My heart nearly stopped as I noticed a reddish smear marring one of the towel’s white fabric. It looked like a kid had been eating barbecue sauce on it, but I recognized it instantly as blood. Yeah, that was definitely blood. I bit my bottom lip and held my breath as I slid the towel off the rack. Oh my god. I dropped the thing on the floor and took a step back.

 

Eventually, I stepped into the shower in a stunned stupor. As far as I was concerned, I would go home and forget all of this. I wouldn’t even think about what had happened at this hotel ever again. But the problem was that I didn’t even know what had happened. How could I forget something I didn’t remember? I looked ahead at the knobs controlling the water. There was a CD case resting on top of them. I stared at it blankly, then picked it up. It had my name on it; written with what looked like black sharpie. Inside was an unmarked CD. I decided to find out what the hell was going on.

 

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a clean towel around my waist. I moved cautiously into my room and rummaged through my duffel back, pulling out my laptop. Swallowing my fear, I put the CD into its drive. I half expected it to blow up in my face, so I leapt to other side of the room as it loaded. Then I crept back to the laptop and looked inside the folder. There was one file…AVI. It was labeled ‘With Love’. I trembled with inexplicable anxiety as I opened it.

 

Like that, my hopes of forgetting that night were completely shattered. Frozen with utter horror, I managed to get through seven minutes of the silent, black and white video before I ran into the bathroom to throw up.

 

You’re the one sprawled unconscious over that bed. Eddie’s the one fucking you, looking like he’s having the time of his life.

 

I leaned away from the sink, shaking with shock and terror. Sweat poured down my back, and tears filled my vision. My gaze slid to the towel lying on the floor.

 

So that’s where the blood came from.

 

 

 

 

 

OOhhhhh :bigcry:

 

POOR BABY!!! :bigcry:

 

this is some serious phsyco shit this Eddie character :uhoh: omg!!