I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 21

"So, where to," she asks, walking back to her car.

"My house. I need to drop off my presents and get a shower in. I need to wash this," I say, pointing to my wrist. I tell her where I live and she drives there, helping me carry in my shoes and other gifts, like a signed shirt from Koᴙn themselves.

-Flashback-

I'm signing albums in a signing, when someone puts a signed Koᴙn shirt in front of me, making me look up at them. I did not expect Koᴙn to be standing there, smiles on their faces. I jump and Jon raises an eyebrow, his smile growing.

"What," Corey asks, looking up and grinning.

"Hi. She's a fan," he says, gesturing to me.

"Ah, makes sense," Jon says, looking back at me.

"Yeah, sorry. I just didn't expect my favorite band to appear in front of me with a gift," I say, Brian leaning to see my other gifts beside me.

"Looks like they love you," he says, the other guys looking over to my gifts.

"I guess so. Or they want to get on my good side to gain my trust so they can kill me in my sleep," I say, shrugging at the end.

"You got some issues," Jon says, making me nod.

"Yep. I'm perfect for Slipknot," I say, making Jon laugh.

"Well, we got a show in 20 minutes. Bye," he says, turning to the door to walk out. I stand and walk to them, holding up a camera.

"Can I at least get a picture," I ask, all of them nodding and lining up, Jon next to me with a serious face. A fan takes a picture and I tell them to wait, poking Jon's side to get him to smile.

"Not smiling," he says. I poke under his arm.

"I'm dead down there," he says. I poke the back of his neck and he cracks, smiling. The fan takes another picture and hands it back, all of them leaving. I sit back down and keep on signing, putting the shirt on my boxes of gifts.

-End Flashback-

I step out of the car and see the house, shuddering at what went on inside for many years before. I swallow my fear and step up to the door, unlocking and opening it for me and Ari to bring in the boxes of gifts. I carry in half of them, and Ari carries in the other half, putting them on the dining table and letting me take a shower and do my laundry.

"Can you put all of my clothes in my bag in the washing machine," I ask, Ari handing me fresh clothes from my room and taking my clothes I'm wearing now.

"Sure," she says, my front door opening and Claire walking into my dining room.

"Huh? What's this," she says, making me poke my head out and cover my boobs with my arm and hand so Ari and Claire doesn't see.

"Claire! I'm in the shower and there's another girl that's here! I'll be in for a couple minutes," I yell out. 

Claire runs into the laundry room and sees Ari, who waves and introduces herself. I wave with my other hand and close the door, hopping into the shower and wash everything, brushing the knots out of my hair and de-greasing it. I get done and turn off the shower, hopping out and drying off. I put the clothes on and walk out, my two friends talking about me.

"She's the best," Claire says.

"I know right! She's an amazing friend," Ari says.

"I am," I ask, Claire looking over and gasping, pointing to my wrist.

"You got it off," she exclaims, making me laugh.

"Yeah, just did too," I say. The washer ends and I put the clothes into the dryer, Claire asking about the guys.

"How are the guys? Are they manageable," she asks.

"Yeah. There's a ship of me and Craig called Criz, and one of me and Corey called Lorey, but other than that, they're great," I say, Claire nodding.

"I've heard about those ships. I didn't see them though," she says.

"What else," she asks.

"Well, Sid hugs me after every show because he's happy to be alive to hug me again," I say, Claire putting her hands to her heart and smiling.

"I always knew he was a cling-on," she says, making all of us laugh.

"I also got coveralls in three colors, and he loves wearing them on stage. It makes him look, as the guys said, 'like a titless, assless girl'," I say, putting the last part in air quotes. That made Claire laugh harder.

"But, after a show when he wore the red coveralls, Shawn said he glided a few feet while jumping off the metal bars into the fans. I have to say, he is a sugar glider," I say, making Claire laugh just a little bit more. She calms down and the dryer ends, all three of us packing my bag again and Claire hugging me.

"Oh yeah, before you go," Claire says as I open the front door. I turn to her and half smile.

"Arron's getting tried on November 15th. I hope the tour ends before then so you can testify," she says, making me well up with tears.

"No matter what, I'll be there," I say, holding back the tears and leaving, closing the door after me.