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~Time skip~

The door had gotten broken down, and there stood Cole Anderson. He didn't see her yet. Bailey couldn't find any of the guys, she snuck down the hall seeing the open bedroom door. He saw her walk by... He ran towards her. she ran as fast as she could, but she turned around in the middle of the hall... He never came, he wasn't even there anymore...

Paranoia...

She walked slowly beginning to make it to the end of the hall once again. Seeing the front door was closed. No evidence of forced entry. A hand touched her shoulder, she jumped not expecting anyone to touch her.

It was just a hallucination...

"Bailey, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine." Bailey sighs.

"What's wrong?" Remington asks.

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Try me."

"I don't want to talk about it." Bailey huffs heading outside to the car.

"You're scared Bailey... Just tell me what happened... I won't be able to help you if you're not willing to help yourself..." Remington says following her.

"Just forget it, there's nothing you can do to solve it anyway..."

"Bay? You can't just tell me to forget that you're looking over your shoulder every moment because you're scared... You can deny you're hurt and tell me its nothing but I know something is up..."

"I said to leave it be..." Bailey mumbles getting in the car.

Remington sighs, he gets in the passenger seat giving Bailey a worried glance. Remington looks out the window grabbing his phone and plugging his earbuds in, starting an episode of the office. She was upset and he needed to keep his mind off of her until they got to where they would shoot the video at.

Just moments later the others come out. Sebastian is in the front, he glanced into the rear view mirror, fixing a strand of his messed up hair. Emerson sat in the back next to Bailey. The middle seat which was between them held extra outfits or items they would possibly use within the video.

"Emerson, do you need help carrying that when we go in?"

"I'm fine," Emerson says giving Sebastian a small smile.

Bailey was almost jealous of how Emerson was, graceful, talented, nice. She barely knew him, but he intrigued her. It seemed like anyone who saw the way he moved, drew, wrote, or just thoughtlessly hummed the tune of his favorite song would be jealous. When he played the piano, it felt like the world stopped, the melancholy melody that seemed like it could numb your mind. When he was lonely he never felt alone, the depths of his mind held a world he could never describe. To the streets of his mind and corridors of his imagination. For him reality seemed like a far away place. A humble man living in this state. A dead man on the outside, a dreamer on the inside. They all gave up everything to live, and at this point so did Bailey.

The drive to the location was almost 20 minutes, but with traffic and having to bring things inside. They needed to get the stage scenes there, they had to make sure everything was set up how they wanted. Most of it was preset for them but there were little things they wanted to add. When they got there and it was all settled they immediately found a home on the stage, Remington grabbed the microphone his hand wrapping around the top as if he was used to this, he's a natural. Emerson twirled the drum sticks in his hand giving no thought into it.

They thought about what they would do though out the video, the director throwing out ideas and being perfectly open with any new ones. Ash, which was the name of the video director asked how they wanted their transitions and how they wished the video would be they all discussed possible angles to shoot at with them and Bailey.

"So Remington you'll stand here a couple feet in front of the drums, Sebastian you'll stand beside him, about six feet apart. Emerson, you'll sit at the drums, by the disco ball. We'll check how in frame everyone and everything will be and move it to fit how it should be. Bailey, come over here, get the camera and we'll make sure everything is set and in frame."

Bailey walks over to the camera the boys getting into position. Remington giving Bailey a smile as she set up and positioned the camera. Ash helped her find a good spot to begin filming he had his hands on hers showing her where to position it.

"Sebastian if you could move back a bit and to your left, closer to Remington. That's good." Ash says, "Bailey move over a bit, we're going to start by filming Sebastian, then move the cameras focus on to Remington." He grabs her hips moving her over a bit.

Bailey didn't enjoy what how he moved her or helped. It was physical touch that Bailey was uncomfortable about and scared to feel.

"Is this good?" Bailey asks, the camera positioned on Sebastian.

"Didn't you want it down more?" Ash asks the boys.

"A little bit down, start around Sebastian's lower legs then move up and over to me." Remington says.

Bailey nods, positioning the camera down to Sebastian's legs. When they started filming the boys began playing the beginning portion of the song, Bailey carefully moved the camera as they wished. Starting on Sebastian and cleanly moving to Remington. This took a couple shots to perfect but it worked out.

The next scene they filmed in the place was of Emerson. The way Emersons hands moved, how he could thoughtlessly make the beat they needed. Emerson was happy that way, they all were. When Ash stood by Bailey to get her in position for all of the scenes Emerson saw how touchy he was getting. Emerson was tempted to stand up and tell him to keep his hands off of her. If he touched her one more time, Emerson told himself.

"Right there." Ash says. When he started to move his hands back to her waist, Emerson was about to say something. But Remington snapped. It seemed it wasn't only Emerson who notices his actions.

"You need to get your hands off of her, she isn't your toy." Remington says, walking to the drums where he and Bailey stood.

Sebastian looks at Remington, knowing that he can get carried away sometimes when he's mad. Bailey froze in place, Emerson stepped off the stage grabbing Bailey's arm and bring her to the side. Remington looked like he was about to tell him off, there was no doubt about that. Sebastian was telling Remington to calm down, yet Remington knew his actions can't be ignored.

Emerson dragged Bailey to another room, he knew this would be too much for her. Especially since it is about her. Bailey could hear the faint arguing. Remington was furious there was absolutely no doubt about that part, Emerson knew Remington would yell at Ash. If this could lead to them being kicked out of filming and maybe even the record label then so be it. Remington was helping her, Emerson got why it came down to this. Bailey wouldn't defend herself, so Remington told him off.

Every scream the she heard, every time she heard the words stop yelled by Sebastian. Every time she felt the world shatter... She practically fell to the ground sobbing, the yelling imprinted into her mind, every scream reminded her of Cole, the arguments. The love they broke... Emerson sat next to Bailey, she looked him in the eyes her vision a blur...

She could only say one thing...

"Make it stop..." Bailey sobs, her head resting on Emerson's chest. She was shaking, the sight broke his heart. How one thing can ruin someone.

"Do you want me to take you to the car?" Emerson asks, his voice gentle. She nods not knowing if it was over. But the question was answered just seconds later, a scream was heard, a name is called and a crash was heard. Bailey winced, knowing it was nothing good.

Emerson led Bailey to the car. He sat in the back with her, she still held on to him, her arms wrapped around him. He held her close, knowing she needed comfort. Moments later Sebastian opened the car door, Remington following behind he had his hand over his stomach, it seemed as if he got hit.

"Rem? Are you okay?" Bailey asks letting go of Emerson.

"Bay, I'm more concerned about you than myself right now." Remington sighs. Remington climbed in and sat down next to Bailey.

"Thank you..." Bailey closes her eyes tears streaming down her face. Remington pulled her closer and held her against his chest. Her quiet sobs would make anyone in here feel bad. The girl was harassed by Ash and if Remington didn't do something Emerson would have. If anything would have happened to Emerson Remington would beat the shit out of him, no doubt about it.