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Pairing: Syn/Zacky, Matt/Random Groupies, Johny/The Rev, mentions of Tim/Tony and a bit of Brian/Tim
Rating: Light R?
Summary: Syn is a famous rockstar, (obviously!) he has daughter who he raises with his lover/ boyfriend/bandmate Zacky, as well as the others. He's way over protective of Jaymee (his daughter) because of her father, (yes, mpreg) and doesnt want her to go through that. What happens when her father kidnaps her? Will Syn do anything to get her back? Including leaving Zacky for his ex?
Dedication: bunny_89 for her inspiration & myusedromancexx for loving this and constantly wanting more
Authors notes: Matt = Matt Lovato, Shadows = Matt Shadows
previous chapters in my writing journal jinx_baby15
Matt’s POV
“Shit Tim!” I say, looking down at Jaymee’s now still body. “Use enough sedative?”
“Well, she apparently gives you problems! This’ll ensure that she’ll be out for a while, and that all you have to do is stay down here and answer her phone if her dad calls back, okay?” Tim ask, I nod. He smiles and leaves. Great, what am I to do? Sit here, and watch the bitch sleep? I sigh, and move her to the mattress, then bind her ankles together. After I do that, I notice her back pack lying on the floor, so I go and open it, rummaging through it. A few books, a magazine, a couple notebooks, some clothes, and a picture. I look at the picture and it appears to be Jaymee and a boyfriend or an ex-boyfriend.
Syn’s POV
“So, what, I call Tim back and tell him I want him back? Then get Jaymee and call the cops?” I ask. The guys nod. “You do realize that he’s probably not going to take me to wherever Jaymee is, at least, not right away, right?”
“We get that baby, but the sooner you do this, the sooner we get Jaymee back and the sooner Tim is in jail. I love you, and I love Jaymee.” Zacky says, holding me close.
“We all love Jaymee, and we’re gonna get her back, safe and sound.” Shadows says. I nod.
“Don’t worry man.” Johny says.
“I’m only worried about having to sleep with Tim.” I say and make a face.
“Dear god, lets hope it doesn’t come to that.” Zacky says.
“Same here, eww!” I say and shudder at the thought.
Matt’s POV, A few hours after she’s knocked out
I’m flipping through one of Jaymee’s magazines when I notice she’s woken up. I pick up the picture frame. “Who’s the guy?” I ask.
“That’s my ex-boyfriend, Bert.” She says.
“Oh, really? Tell me about him.” I say, as I turn on the camera, to record what’s going on so we can maybe use the info against Brian.
“Bert, was my life, the one thing I lived for. I mean, he’s the reason I’m here, alive right now.” Jaymee says. I look at her.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“My dad wasn’t around for me much, growing up. He was always on tour or in the studio recording. I was depressed, but he never knew cause I was so happy when he was home. Well, not long after I met Bert, I was really fucking depressed. I wanted to die. So, I went in my dad’s room, and took out his gun, went back to my room, wrote a note and put the gun to my head.” She says. I just look at her and cannot believe that I’m hearing her say that. “I was about to pull the trigger when my cell phone rang and it was Bert, I answered and told him everything, from almost killing myself to not feeling loved and he told me he loved me. After that, we talked all night, I put the gun away, and Bert spent the night with me. We were together for nine months, before my dad found out and he broke us up. Bert made me so happy, like I had meaning to live. I still love Bert, a lot. And my dad will never know any of this, cause I’ll never get to tell him.”
“Wow, that’s terrible.” I say.
“Please, don’t pity me, I hate when people pity me.” She says.
“I don’t pity you, please. If I pitied you, do you really think I’d be letting you get your brains blown out?” I ask, rolling my eyes and scoffing.
“If you had a heart, that wasn’t cold, black and made of steel.” Jaymee says. Okay, that pisses me off, so I kick her in the cheek with my foot. She falls backwards onto the mattress then sits up again. “God, what is up with you guys fighting like pansy’s?” She asks.
“And what is with you, for someone who’s gonna be killed, you’re acting pretty normal.” I say.
“Well, why should I be afraid of death? It’s obviously my time to go, God has it in his plan.” Jaymee says. I look at her as if she’s crazy. “Most people fear death, but, it’s not like you can avoid it. Everybody dies, sure, I wish I could be on the planet longer and live more but, that’s not what God planned for me.”
“You know, for someone who’s father is in a metal band, you’re really religious.” I say.
“Most of their music comes from the dark side of the bible, that’s why.” She says.
“Then why the hell would you commit suicide?” I ask.
“Cause I was out of my mind?” She says. Then, the door to the basement opens, and Tim comes in.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asks.
“No, just having a little heart to heart with the stupid bitch.” I say. Jaymee rolls her eyes.
“So, gonna blow my brains out yet?” She asks Tim.
“I’m gonna give your daddy another hour to respond and then yes, unless, he leaves his precious boy toy.” Tim says. And as soon as he says that, her phone rings, it says dad on it. Tim answers. “Hello? Ah yes, really? Well, meet me at the Hilton Hotel, room 213.” He says and hangs up. “It seems daddy does love you. But you’re still gonna stay here a bit longer, just so I make sure he’s not playing any games.” Then, he turns and starts upstairs again. “Oh, and Matt, don’t let Tony down here.”
“Sure thing boss.” I say. He nods and leaves. After I’m sure he’s left, I get up. “See ya around bitch.” I say and go upstairs, locking the door behind me. “Tony, I’m going out for a bit, don’t go in the basement, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.” He says. I roll my eyes, grab my jacket and leave.
Jaymee’s POV
So, once again I’m left down here, alone. God, I’m so fucking bored! I’m about ready to shoot myself. Whatever, might as well get some sleep for now, nothing else to do. I pull the blanket over myself, lay down and close my eyes.
Syn’s POV
I go to the hotel, and go to room two thirteen. I knock on the door, and Tim answers the door, in nothing but his ripped up black jeans. “Brian, so nice you could join me.” He says.
“Yeah, it is.” I say, in a fake sugar coated tone. Tim steps aside so that I can enter and I do. “Is Jaymee okay? When can I see her?”
“In time, for now, it’s just gonna be you and me, okay?” Tim asks, wrapping his arms around me. I nod and he kisses me, I of course kiss back. Although, I’d rather die than kiss this fucking monster who’s hurting my baby. “I’ve missed you so much Brian.”
“I’ve missed you too Tim.” I say.