Caught
By: Jodie
Word count: 303
Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence
Note: inspired by an excerpt from the book 'Highway to Hell - The Life and Death of AC/DC legend Bon Scott'
"What the fuck is that?" Angus hissed, pointing at the syringe in my hand. I opened my mouth as though to speak but he stopped me before I could. "No, screw that, don't answer. You said you were done!"
"I w-"
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your excuses!" He yelled, slapping it out of my hand. I watched the needle pop off and roll under the bed. Ang forcefully pulled me to my feet by my collar and slammed me into the wall. I have to admit, I was scared shitless. I have never seen him so mad before.
"You said you were clean!" He thundered, punching me. I hissed in pain but he ignored it. "You promised you'd stop!" This time, he decked me straight in the nose and I felt blood pouring down my face. "Don't you remember your overdose? I thought you hated forgetting!" Ang sneered and slapped me twice. I whimpered and he paused, his jade eyes seemingly piercing my soul. "Remember, Mal and I threatening to fire you if you ever did that again?" I nodded, tears involuntarily falling from my eyes. "Do you want to get sacked?"
"N-No..." I whispered shakily which earned me another punch.
"Well, then, what the fuck were you doing?!"
"I'm s-"
"Don't you dare apologize to me, you don't mean it." Ang moved closer to me, still pressing me against the wall. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" He hissed. I swallowed audibly and he obviously didn't like that because he let go and when I collapsed onto the ground, he began throwing punches everywhere he could, until I was a sobbing heap on the floor. Then, he glared at me and walked out of my room without saying a word.
