I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 88

-after the leg pick up-

I decided to test my legs more at home instead of the room I was in. I get out of my backpack and onto the couch, next to Corey and Joey.

"I got my legs," I say. 

I put the socks on and smooth them out, putting the socket on. Joey watches as I put on the fixings and eventually my legs, standing like a newborn fawn. If I wasn't so flexible, the middle split that I did would've hurt. Corey laughs as Joey helps me up and keeps me balanced, letting me hold his shoulder as I walk around the living room. I take my hand off and walk another lap around the living room, hearing Corey snicker at how stiff I'm walking.

"You got something to say Snickers bar," I ask.

"You're walking so funny," he says. He sounds inanely drunk, and it's not even lunch. Speaking of lunch...

"Where's Sid, he needs to help with lunch," I say. I hear Sid running in, his eyes bright.

"What's for lunch," he asks.

"You'll see. Come help," I say. I walk to the kitchen and start making lunch, getting the hang of my new legs.

-evening-

I walk past Corey in the living room, but he stops me. I had an argument with him and I left for him to cool off, but I didn't cool off as fast. Corey has Jack Daniel's as a cooler, but I have my voices. And they kept me hotter than an oven.

"What do you want," I ask bitterly.

"Your legs make you walk like a newborn fawn," he says. 

He's been insulting me since I got my legs, and all I want is to punch him in the teeth. Maybe knock some out. I restrain myself and push his hand off my arm, walking upstairs to cuddle with my bear. I walk past Sid, but he stops me.

"You look like you're going to punch someone. Did Corey say something to you," he asks. 

Through this whole endeavor, he's been right by my side the whole way. I sigh and walk into my room, letting him follow. We sit on my bed and I tell him everything Corey said to me today, his face getting angrier and angrier with every insult I recite. He isn't just acting mad, his eyes almost burned a hole in the wall behind me he was so angry.

"I'll be back," he says.

-Sid's POV-

I walk back to the living room and see Corey, my face twisted in anger. I was so fucking mad at Corey for saying those things to Liz. He doesn't get to say those things to her without a price. A price he's not going to like.

"Corey, you motherfucker," I say, standing in front of him. He looks up and sees my face, getting confused.

"Yeah," he asks. 

I grab his shirt and pull him to his feet, curling my hand into a tight fist. I reel back the fist and it collides with his cheekbone, causing him to momentarily go limp. He gets back his strength and pushes me away, fear and confusion in his eyes. I only had pure hate in mine.

"Why would you say those things to Liz?! She didn't do anything to you," I yell. A few other guys look into the living room while Corey looks more and more confused.

"Look, I-I didn't mean those things. I thought she would think of them as jokes," he says. 

I knew he was lying because for a second, he cracks a half smile. His lying smile. It drops and I snap, throwing him to the ground. Before I could beat him, Mick picks me up by my shirt and makes me hang a few inches off the ground. My rage subsides and I get set back down, hearing Liz come down the stairs.

"What was that sound? Did someone fall," she asks. She's so caring, I don't know why Corey would ever want to insult her.

"This little demon," Mick says, putting a hand on my head, "almost beat Corey."

"Why Sid? You need a good explanation for this," she says.

"My anger got the best of me. I'm so-" She hugs me before I could apologize.

"Oh, he gets a hug and I don't," Corey asks.

"You shut the fuck up. You're on the ground for a reason," she snaps at him. 

She rarely snaps at anyone, so when she did he visibly flinched. She lets go and walks away, Corey tripping her. She falls on her front and she stays there for a few seconds, my eyes almost catching her anger radiating around her. She gets up and turns to Corey, who's on his feet. She takes one of her legs off and holds it like a bat, swinging it at Corey. Her heel collides with his skull and he collapses, unconscious.

"That's for calling my legs old-timey. Fucking sot," she says. She puts her leg back on and walks away, mumbling something about Corey being more than a sot. Whatever a sot is.

"Are you afraid of her? Because I am," I say.

"She just needs time to cool off. Just give her time to herself and she'll be fine," Mick says. I don't want her to be alone though. Last time she was alone she almost died at her own hands. I don't want that to happen again.

"I know you want to help her. You can't, trust me. I have a girlfriend that's like her. Just give her some space to clear it out of her head before you hunt her down again," Mick says. He pats my head and walks to the basement, leaving me. I think I'll take my chances and hunt her down.