I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 39

"Sehe ich Die Dinge oder ist da ein Engel vor mir," an an about 30 says, saying it to me with a smug smile. [Am I blind or am I seeing an angel in front of me?]

"Verpiss dich," I say, his grin staying. [Fuck off.]

"Nur in dir, schön," he says, my face turning disgusted. [Only in you, beautiful.]

"Du bist ein verdammter Perverser," I say, backing away. [You're a fucking pervert.]

"Ich bin nicht. Ich schätze einfach die guten Dinge im Leben. Wie Ihr Körper," he says, suddenly behind me. [I'm not. I just appreciate the good things in life. Like your body.]

He wraps his arms around me and plants his face in my neck, kissing it multiple times. I take matters into my own hands and pull free, weaving my way to Ari. She's getting along with the guy, but even though I wanted them to be together until it's over, I need her.

"Ari, help," I say, grabbing her upper arms.

"What? What is it," she asks, sensing the alarm in my voice.

"There's a perv after me. You need to help," I say, the guy putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. I flinch and look at him with wide eyes.

"Where is he," he asks, feeling a hand grab my ass hard.

"Ich habe dich gefunden. Du bist Körper ist zu perfekt, um aufzugeben," the perv says, Ari's friend pushing him off. [I found you. Your body is too perfect to give up.]

"Ich schwöre Gott, wenn du dein schmutziges Selbst nicht wegbekommst, werde ich dich zerreißen," Ari's friend spits through his teeth, Ari not understanding but holding me around the shoulders. [I swear to god if you don't get your dirty self away, I'll tear you to pieces.]

"Warum? Ist sie Ihre, denn das ist schwer zu glauben," the perv says, crossing his arms. [Why? Is she yours, because that's hard to believe.]

"Sie ist die beste Freundin meiner Freundin. Holt jetzt euer schmutziges, gottloses Selbst hier raus, bevor ihr morgen nicht mehr sehen werdet," Ari's friend shouts, pushing the perv back. [She's my girlfriend's best friend. Now get your filthy, ungodly self out of here before you won't see tomorrow!]

"Let's go," Ari says quietly, taking me backstage. 

I hug her until I feel better, letting go and her holding onto me, comforting me until the guys come back. She lets go and walks back to her friend, Sid jumping up and hugging me, sensing my distress and gently rubbing my back, saying it's going to be okay.

"Sid, I'm okay," I say, hugging him and him not listening.

"You're distressed. What happened," he asks, walking with me.

"I got... attacked," I say, Corey snapping his head up and back to me.

"Who did it," he asks calmly, walking next to me.

"It was- him," I say, the perv leaning on the wall and watching me, walking behind the guys to get to me. The whole time, he has a grin on his face.

"Wait on the bus for me. Don't leave until I'm on," he says, grabbing the perv's shirt and pushing him to a nearby wall. 

I step on the bus and Corey steps on a few minutes later, a bloody nose running down his face and onto his shirt. I stand and rush to him, putting my hands on his face and examining his nosebleed.

"What did you do," I ask, wiping his face off with a wet cloth. We're sitting in the lounge room, on the couch.

"He punched me when I confronted him. I only said to never touch you again, but he punched me anyway," he says, the nosebleed stopped and his shirt changed.

"Look, that's sweet of you to do that, but don't lie. I know you punched him first. I know how you are when it involves me," I say, looking into his eyes.

"Okay, I may have punched him before he punched me, but he wouldn't listen," he says, making me roll my eyes and hug him.

"I'm taking your word for now. You're lucky I'm this nice," I say, hugging him and resting my head on his shoulder after I get comfy.

-night-

Corey's been telling me stories nonstop, and I'm getting sleepy. I close my eyes and relax, my head slipping off of Corey's shoulder and jolting me awake.

"Aww, do I have a sleepy Liz next to me," he asks, me nodding.

"Shut up. All of us should get to bed soon though," I say, yawning and standing.

"Do we have to," all of them ask, the rest of the guys listening in.

"Yes. Or, at least the three of us," I say, gesturing to me, Shawn and Corey.

"Why us? I'm not even tired," Corey says, sounding like a child.

"Because," I start, taking my braid out of my pocket and letting it drop.

"We are going to an interview tomorrow, and I suggest that you two along with me get some sleep," I say, undoing my braid and letting my hair pool behind my feet.

"Well, if you suggest it, then it must be good," Corey says, standing and getting the measuring tape out of his pocket.

"I'm going to need help," he says, all of the guys holding my hair up to my head height. Corey measures it and stays quiet, showing me the number. 9 foot 11.

"When are you cutting it," Joey asks, holding the middle of my hair with Sid.

"At the end of the tour. So in about 318 days all of you along with the other guys are going to put up with me and my Rapunzel hair," I say, Sid playing with my hair and wrapping himself in it.