After The Ending (John Frusciante)

Chapter 11

"Amaya, look at me," John breathed as he tried his best to keep Amaya from closing her eyes and dozing off in the middle of the club.

"Amaya, Amaya? Open your eyes, okay?" he once again pleaded, his palms firmly placed on her cheeks, but none of his efforts seemed to bring any success.

Amaya's body turned more and more limp with every passing second, John soon holding her up between his arms and feeling more and more anxious.

"What the fuck did you give her?" he screamed towards Danny, who stood behind the bar looking like a cat caught with shitting into a corner.

Knowing damn well that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this, he soon nervously stuttered, "It was just.. It was just a roofie."

"She'll sleep it off, she'll be fine," he then stuttered again, this time Flea hanging in his collar.

"You're a piece of shit," Flea snarled at him before letting him go and declaring, "People like you should have their heads cracked open."

"We should get her home, do you know where she lives?" he then asked as he made his way over to John and Amaya, John still doing his best in order to maintain her posture and keep her from fully dozing off.

"No," he answered, "I don't.. I don't know.. I'll.. I'll take her to my place. I'll take care of her. I don't want her to be alone, you know? What if something happens?"

"Can you collect my gear?" he then turned and looked at Flea hopefully, his friend and bandmate only nodding in agreement.

The anxiety and worry John felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, his heart racing as he softly carried her to the cab and placed her under his arm, then pushing hair off of her beautiful face and taking in the sweet smell that always accompanied her. He didn't mind the cab driver that was staring at them rather suspiciously, because he knew that Amaya was safe with him and that was all that mattered.

"It will be okay, yeah?" he whispered softly as he held her and placed a kiss on her forehead, "I'll take care of you, yeah? I'll take care of you, baby."

But even if Amaya was safely in the cab with him, he still had a hard time comprehending everything that had happened. What the hell had just happened?

At one moment he was on stage and looking at her with such joy and excitement, not having any proper contact with her in the longest of time, but suddenly she was there and she was watching him play and he felt so proud and so happy. And God, how gorgeous she looked with her red hair and adorable freckles and glowing skin and that heart shaped mouth and that lilac dress. He wanted to talk to her so bad and he wanted touch her so bad and the moment he saw her at the bar after the performance he was convinced that this was his chance to make things right.

But then the next moment he saw that asshole slip something into her drink when she wasn't looking and at first he was confused, but then he saw the disgusting, overly pleased look on his face and that's when he experienced the sort of rage he had never experienced before and if Flea hadn't been there, he would have probably ripped that guy's head off. How dare he even think of doing something like that to anybody, let alone Amaya?

He just couldn't believe it and he saw how shocked and scared Amaya was the moment he put his hands on her cheeks and no matter how much he tried to make her go to the toilet and throw up, she just couldn't and after that it was only a matter of minutes until that stupid roofie began taking effect and John could literally feel her body lose composure and see her eyes become drowzy.

And now she was in the cab with him, safely under his arm and John couldn't even fathom the idea of what would have happened if he hadn't been there and seen everything.