[TOUR] On The Road

[trez matthew steele]

Trez laughed softly. "Yeah, well, my hand is killing me." He smiled over at her faintly, leaned back and finished his water as the bus started moving.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper pulled his hand gently to her mouth, kissing it softly. "Better?" She teased, watching Nash shrug off her jacket and hand it back. She slipped it on, but it just fell off her shoulder again.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled. "Totally," He breathed, felt the bus slow to a stop and huffed. He glanced up, Sean having wrapped his arms around Nash and pressed him to the wall of the bus.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper couldn't help but chuckle as she heard Nash's quiet whimper as his back found the wall, his arms wrapping tightly around Sean's neck to pull him closer. Harper got up, walking over to the door. She opened it, and looked around before she stepped off, putting her hands in her pockets.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean kissed him deeply, complaining as Trez tugged on him. "Be back," He huffed.
Trez climbed off with him, and reached out to take Harper's hand gently, waiting for her to lead the way.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper looked up at him, holding onto his hand gently. "You know it could have waited until he was done sucking face with Nash." She teased, just now realizing she barely came up to his shoulder. She pulled them over to the swings, sitting down on one. "I don't want you to think I hate you, Sean. Because I don't. I really don't. I just.. I don't.. like letting anyone in, and letting them see just how broken I am.." She looked up at Trez, then sighed, folding her hands in her lap.

"When I was in high school.. This really really cute guy asked me to prom. A lot of guys had asked, but I decided to tell him yes. And if you guys have ever been at the high school back home, you know there isn't two locker rooms. It's one big locker room." She swung slowly back and forth, thinking over how to put what she was going to say. "He.. would pull me into the locker room after school and take off my skirts and.." She bit her lip, then drew in a shaky breath. "He's rape me with whatever he could get his hands on. And we used to keep brooms and mops out in the locker rooms, so it wasn't like we're talking pens and pencils and fingers." She reached up tucking her hair behind her ear. "He'd do it to me, he'd make me do it to myself sometimes and he'd watch.. And.. One day I wouldn't stop crying and he was about to shove my head into the lockers when a teacher came in.. I didn't want it to happen again so I dressed like a guy and after high school I cut all my hair shorter and I just.. pushed everyone away.. And the week before prom, he shoved me down the stairs at school and I broke my leg. He told me if I was going to act like a guy, I could take a hit like one too. And I never told anyone what happened." She ran her hand over her leg, looking down into her lap. "So I get it if you don't want someone as broken as me, Trez.."

[trez matthew steele]

Trez chuckled, shrugging. He reached to take her hand as she sat, and sat down next to her, glancing at Sean as he sat on the other side. He listened to her begin to talk, and held her hand a little tighter, barely noticing how Sean began to tense.
"It's okay to be a little broken, Harp," Trez murmured softly, kissing the side of her head. "You don't have to be afraid, okay? I like you for whoever you wanna be..and I'd give my life to protect you.

Sean however, had tensed as he listened, images and memories rushing back. He shook his head slowly, brokenly. No...it couldn't be her...he would never do anything like that to her... Had never even recognized her.
He drew in shaky breaths, feeling faint, and gagged, slowly slipping off the swing to kneel on the ground, gripping at his stomach, tears falling down his cheeks.

[harper reese lebeau]

"If you still want me to be your gir-" She started, but then Sean was on the ground. "Sean?" She breathed, letting go of Trez's hand to kneel beside him, rubbing his back gently. She hadn't meant to make him sick. "I'm sorry.. I'm okay now.. Cause I got you guys.." She said quietly, slowly running her fingers through his hair. "I know you guys wouldn't hurt me."

[sean michael cutler]

Sean sobbed softly. "It-...it's not okay Harper.." He whispered brokenly, gagged again. "I saw your tattoo today and-...and then this...I didn't fucking recognize you... I'm so sorry..." He was shaking, pale. "Oh, god..." He looked away, groaning as he retched softly.

[harper reese lebeau]

She slowly ran her fingers through his hair until he said he hadn't recognized her. Then her hand stopped, and tears fell down her cheeks. "W-what?" She mumbled, but the more she looked at him, the easier it was to see the resemblance. 'Of all the Sean's in the world..' she thought, clamping her hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe she'd slept half naked next to him just nights before, that she'd been around him so much and never noticed who he was. "They told me you went to.. jail.." She mumbled, and everything clicked into place. He'd went after another girl after he'd been caught with her, and went one step too far. "No.. You c-cant-.. Sean.." She cried.