I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 72

I walk to Sid and raise my hand, making him confused.

"This is from Claire," I say. Before he could react, I bitch slap him hard enough to spin him around. He turns around again and adjusts his jaw, my hand mark appearing on his cheek.

"Good to know she still thinks about me," he says. I couldn't take slapping him, so I hug him tight.

"I can't take hurting any of you," I say. 

He hugs me and the intro starts, making us let go. They pinch my ass and I believe the same person goes full smack, but I turn around after to see who's there. They're all at the same length away, so I slim my eyes to see who'd react. They all keep their cool and I act like I let it go, but I'm not done with this.

"Get out there," I say. They all walk out and I go to the fans, sneaking into the front. I tuck my braid into my belt loops and watch as they walk out.

-Somewhere towards the end (I think)-

They end and I cheer with the others, seeing Corey looking at Sid and secretly waving him up. I was on the right-ish side of the stage, so I saw the hand signal.

"Show 'em your ass Sid," Corey says into the mic. 

My eyes widen a little, and the maggots cheer as Sid walks to the front. Unfortunately, he walks right in front of me and pulls the bottom half of his coveralls down, showing his ass in all of its glory. He slaps it a few times and the maggots go wild, while the color was draining from my face.

'This is not why I created the accommodation Sid,' I think as he pulls the bottom back up and walks off with the others. I leave and go backstage, my face pale from that stunt.

---time skip---

"Did ya like the show," Joey asks. We're talking about weird things, but I'm mostly quiet. I can't stop replaying Sid mooning me on stage. I stay quiet and look at the table, my face still pale.

"Hello," he asks, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Sid," I start. He whips his head up since he hasn't been paying attention and looks at me.

"Why did you show them your ass," I ask.

"Wait, how did you know about that," he asks.

"I was there. I saw it. I saw your ass," I say after I look up to him.

"Are you sure," he asks.

"I was in the front row. I was right. Fucking. There," I say, getting wide eyes as I say the last words.

"Did you like the view," he asks smugly.

"Sid, I'm promised. I don't need to see any one of your guys's asses," I say.

"Is that why you've been pale and quiet the whole ride," Joey asks.

"Yeah," I say. I put my head in my hands and try to stop thinking about Sid mooning me by thinking about other things.

"Promised? Promised what," Shawn asks.

"Promised means, to me, that you're given a promise ring. It's where you're not engaged but you're not a girlfriend. Kind of at that halfway mark," I say, not looking up.

"Question," Sid suddenly says.

"Shoot," I say. It's probably for me anyway.

"Does your crack end," he asks. I look up to slap him, but I really shouldn't have. He stands up and pulls his pants down, mooning me again.

"Eventually. Female pereniums and male pereniums are actually pretty different. You see the-"

"Stop! Talking," Sid exclaims, pulling his pants up.

"You brought this on yourself. So buckle the fuckle up and you'll be fine," I say.

"Anyone who doesn't want to listen to this can leave. Except Sid," I say. Shawn stands and pats Sid's shoulder, walking away.

"Why did I ask the question," Sid asks himself, putting his head in his hands.

"To endure a new fact," I say.

-after the Ted Talk-

I lean back in my seat and they're all looking at the table, thinking through what I just taught them. They're all blushing a dark shade of pink, like they're 12 year-olds in health class.

"How," Corey asks.

"How what? Do I need to go over it again," I ask.

"No! No you don't," Sid exclaims.

"I mean," Corey starts, glaring at Sid, "how do you know more about this than we do? I never thought you would."

"I get caught up in the medical library sometimes," I say, shrugging.

"And plus, I'm a nurse. I should know what every part of the human body is and what it does," I add.

"Good to know," he says.

"By the way," I start. I stand and take my braid out of my belt loops, letting it fall to the ground.

"All of you are blushing," I say. 

I walk away to the beds and Shawn's in his bed, looking at a new PlayBoy copy. He doesn't seem to notice, so I ignore it as I get my pajamas. I go into the bathroom and the voices click and start to urge me to do it again.

'Fine. If it makes you things go away for a while,' I think. I change into my pajamas and take the razor, looking at my legs. I hadn't cut the right leg at all, but my left one took it all. I decide to keep it on the left one.