=aubree= can you hear me screaming?

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

*Although we have no obligation tostayalive

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On broken backs we beg for mercy~[/font]
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I won`t be left here behind closed doors WE WILL
S U R V V I V E *

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Sonny was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as he frantically searched the venue. It was almost three in the morning, but he knew if he found Aubree everything would somehow work out. Thankfully he had managed to elude his pursuers and Maine was a pretty desolate place, so she would most likely be sleeping on the bus. He clutched the money and the coke- and his gun- in his jacket pocket, making his way toward where the tour vehicles were parked.

When he finally reached the bus belonging to the stange crew of Go No Stop, he fumbled with the lock on the door, trembling so bad he could barely open it. Thankfully the band slept in a different bus, because Brodee would have killed him for waking Aubree up.

Brodee.

Oh jesus, oh jesus. It hit him as soon as he stepped in the doorway and shut the door behind him. The images flashed through his mind like a vivid picture show. The blues, the megaphone, his great escape. He had shot behind him wildly and somehow managed to avoid getting shot himself, but even he couldn't mistake Alex's screams.

"You fucking shot her!

Roxie. He had shot her.

In the heat of the moment he had focused only on his escape and was now coming to terms with the aftermath, standing in the middle of a tour bus with people sleeping all around. He hadn't even had time to change his clothes. Neither Alex or Roxie had made it out unscathed.

Roxie might not have made it out at all.

Drunk with shock, he stumbled forward until he saw a flash of blonde hair poking out from under a blanket and Aubree's sleeping form. He flopped down next to her and shook her awake frantically, still shaking violently.

"Aubree. Aubree wake up, please!"

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INSPIRATION;; I Am Not Drunk Remix by The Bloody Beetroots?!
WORDS;; 542?!
CLOTHES;; hurr?!
TAG;; aubree?!
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Survive;; Rise Against
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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree had been having a rather lonely night. Her brother and Sonny were nowhere to be found, and nickelodeon had stopped playing spongebob. Aubree had been waiting, patiently, for a few hours. Sonny was supposed to go get coke, and come back. They’d get high, fuck and he’d go back to his bus like usual. Or on the rare occasion, stay in her bunk with her, and cuddle. Very rare. Sonny wasn’t the biggest cuddler if he knew the sex was over. Aubree didn’t mind that much. Anyways, she was getting tired of waiting, and wasn’t even really feeling in the mood for coke. She had done everything she could think of around the bus to clean it up, she even swept! The bus hasn’t been cleaned since the tour started, and was disgustingly messy.

Anyways, she was sick of waiting and getting tired, so she sent Sonny the 1,000th text of the night, telling him she was going to sleep, and she’d come get coke in the morning. Aubree sighed loudly, rather annoyed, and got up changing into sweat pants, and one of Sonny’s over sized wife beaters that she had so cleverly stolen from him. She wrapped herself up in a blanket and was asleep in seconds.

Asleep, until she was woken by being shook violently. She sat straight up, and shoved whoever was touching her off. Her eyes still closed, she heard Sonny’s voice. It was desperate, and sad. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were in her bunk, so very close already. She could tell he was panicked, and shaking. Aubree was weak, and seeing Sonny like that, the Sonny that she depended on to be strong, quickly brought tears to her eyes. Aubree leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into him, holding him almost. She knew it wouldn’t help, but she just had to make him stop shaking. She stroked the back of his hair, comfortingly, and reached forward pulled the curtain of her bunk shut. It was darker, and felt safer like that.

“Sonny, what happened?” Aubree whispered, not letting go of him. “A-are you okay?” She said waking up enough to have real thoughts. Suddenly the image of Brodee can in her head. Sonny waking her up because his cancer came back and choked him, or however that worked. She pulled away just enough to look him in the eye, her breathing getting panicked, and her eyes welling to the brim with tears. “Ohmygod, Brodee. Is Brodee okay? Sonny please…” She said almost begging him make Brodee better, even if there wasn’t anything wrong.

word;; 441
muse;; ehh
notes;; sorry the beginning is awful!
outfit;; not gonna bother. sweats and wife beater.

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

*Although we have no obligation tostayalive

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On broken backs we beg for mercy~[/font]
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I won`t be left here behind closed doors WE WILL
S U R V V I V E *

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When Aubree finally awoke, her first reaction was to well up with tears and pull Sonny toward her. Any other time he would have been annoyed by her tearful reaction, but when she wrapped her arms around him this time he buried his face in her collarbone and tried to hide. She shut the curtain behind him and his breathing slowed, but he still shook.

"Sonny what happened? A-are you okay? she said, and he didn't even hear her. He was retreating into the depths of his own mind.

What if Roxie was dead? He would have killed one of the only people that had put up with him on this tour, not to mention the only person that really befriended him. He could snort coke all he wanted and not worry about the cops or the repercussions, but he couldn't take this back. Not this time. His sins had finally caught up with him.

"Ohmygod, Brodee. Is Brodee okay? Sonny please…!

Brodee? No, what? Sonny's brain finally caught up with the conversation. Aubree thought that Brodee was the reason he was here. He shook his head at her. Oh no, Brodee wasn't involved. Yet.

But soon he'd be sicking the dogs on Sonny in the worst way.

"No, no, no. Why would I be here about Bro-" he cut off. He couldn't even say the name. "Aubree, I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I-"

He froze and made a sound similar to a whining dog. Could he even bring himself to tell her what he'd done? This wasn't your usual Sonny screw up.

This could start a war

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INSPIRATION;; I Am Not Drunk Remix by The Bloody Beetroots?!
WORDS;; 542?!
CLOTHES;; hurr?!
TAG;; aubree?!
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Survive;; Rise Against
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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree rested head on the top of his and held him closer. She could feel him shaking under her, and his breathing was all fast and erratic. Aubree wasn’t used to this, people never showed her when they were upset they normally took care of her, and were sweet to protect her. But now she had to take care of Sonny. She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, and just stroked the back of his hair comfortingly.

Aubree kissed the top of his head, and stayed quiet for a minute. She thought that maybe just some silence would help him. He was still panicked and shaking but Aubree just help him tighter, her little arms attempting to cover him, even though he was huge compared to her.

Relief filled her when he said it didn’t involve Brodee. Aubree pushed any thought about Brodee to the back of her head and focused on Sonny again. She pulled away to grab her hot pink blanket, that she normally rolled up and cuddled with and wrapped it around Sonny. “It’s alright” she whispered in his ear. She knew it wasn’t, but I mean where they were right now it was.

Aubree listened to him, but her heart broke when he made that little whimper. Aubree bite her lip to keep from crying, and kisses his head again. Her first assumption was that Sonny had given someone bad drugs, or that he ran from the cops, something that Sonny would do. “W-what did you do?” she asked. Aubree didn’t need him to tell her, but she felt like he was trying to tell her. “I won’t be mad, I-I have your back.” Aubree got a stutter whenever she got scared.

word;; 291
muse;; ehh
notes;;
outfit;; not gonna bother. sweats and wife beater.

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

*Although we have no obligation to stay alive

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On broken backs we beg for mercy~[/font]
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I won`t be left here behind closed doors WE WILL
S U R V V I V E *

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When her crying slowed down a bit, Aubree went quiet and held Sonny in her arms. Still reeling with the realization of what happened, Sonny felt like someone had blatantly slapped him across the face. He couldn't really move, he couldn't really talk, and when Aubree spoke after a few minutes of silence it jolted him out of this strange stupor.

"It’s alright." she whispered, and he opened his eyes, lifting his head. "W-what did you do?"

He practically choked. How could he put into words the absolute monstrosity that he had committed without her leaving? Normally he wouldn't have cared too much if Aubree told him to fuck off and never talk to her again. Although he would have to get used to not having her constant company, it would usually be okay with him. But right now she was about to be the only person he had. Once word of this leaked, he was the tour's public enemy number one.

I won’t be mad, I-I have your back. she stammered, and he felt a bit relieved, if that was at all possible. So he took a deep breath and decided to explain.

"I... I went to that drug deal with Roxie and- and we met King. But the cops showed up..." Sonny's breath caught in his throat and he held back a flood of tears. Even summing up the scenario brought back vivid images. "I-I went to run, and I had my gun. Climbed up the fire escape and tried to shoot over my shoulder and I just.... Aubree, I shot her."

Sonny choked up hard and his voice faltered. Burying his face in Aubree's collarbone he tried to catch his breath. What had he done? What would she say? Would she go back on her word and tell him to go? He didn't even know what had happened to King and Roxie, whether they were arrested, alive, dead, free... he was off scot free. Or was he?

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INSPIRATION;; C'mon (Catch 'em By Surprise) by Tiesto?!
WORDS;; 542?!
CLOTHES;; hurr?!
TAG;; aubree?!
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Survive;; Rise Against
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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree felt him jump a little when she spoke and was flooded with guilt, she didn’t want to scare him anymore than we already was. She tightened her grip around him and just listened to him talk. Her heart was slamming into her chest, and she knew he could hear it. His words sunk in and Aubree got the image. She knew he meant Roxie, she knew that he didn’t know where, or if she was okay. Aubree couldn’t breathe for a few seconds; the wind was knocked out of her. Aubree got scared, like that unnatural scared. She knew that Sonny wouldn’t hurt her, but he was jumpy, and nervous. Aubree bit her lip, and took a deep breath. “Y-you don’t still have the gun right? I mean you got rid of it?” She asked nervously. You always hear stories of girls getting shot by their husbands or boyfriends, and all those stories were just running through Aubree’s mind. This wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing, sitting here holding a murderer, comforting a drug dealer. But Aubree loved him. Aubree really loved him.

She sat still, and gently nudged him to lay back, she pulled the blanket over him, and laid down beside him, close. She kissed his forehead, and went back to stroking his hair. Her fear left as fast as it went. Aubree would easily trade her safety for his. She tried to speak, but all the came out was a little puff of air and she got silent again. She was blank, there was nothing she could say. No words could repair this especially for him. Aubree pulled herself into him, and her little arms were attempting to cradle him, and make him feel safe. “Nothing is gonna get in here, Sonny” She whispered, mostly just trying to make sure he felt safe from the cops at least, and Brodee. “Relax” she said, as if it wasn’t pointless.

Aubree chewed in the inside of her lip to keep from crying. She was trying so hard to keep it together for him. Trying so hard to be strong for someone else for once. Aubree was failing. She felt this need to call Brodee, to tell him, to warn him, to make sure that someone was with Roxie. But she couldn’t. Brodee couldn’t know. A part of Aubree just wanted to run with Sonny, and go away. “Maybe she doesn’t know it was you!” She said “Maybe she just thinks a cop shot her.” Aubree, being uselessly hopeful and optimistic as usual.

word;; 425
muse;; ehh
notes;;
outfit;; not gonna bother. sweats and wife beater.