I ran behind the tour bus, looking for Jon. He wasn't there, but of course Alec was.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.
I shrugged, "Why the fuck does it matter to you?"
"Wow, language," he growled.
I actually hated Alec. He had always been a creep in my eyes. I saw him as a very creepy person, but he was still my band brother.
He asked me about going on tour and everything. I explained to him why I wasn't going to tolerate anymore of Richie's shit. I had enough.
"Finally," I said when I reached Jon.
"Been looking for me?" he asked.
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