tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

13. holiday

'sextape' - deftones

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You awoke in the night, feeling your legs tangled with someone else's. The room was completely dark, other than the sliver of moonlight peeking through the almost completely closed blinds. You sat up on your hands, feeling the bedsheet on the mattress with your fingers. You couldn't help but overthink suddenly; you had been here for so many days already.

'I should get going...'

Your focus switched from the thoughts to your legs, feeling Joey's limbs intertwined in yours. You felt your face get warm slightly as you laid back down.

'I'll do it in the morning.'

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You awoke to sunlight lighting up the room a few hours later. You rubbed your eyes and hummed slightly, sitting up and stretching. Noticing you were the only one in the room now, you quickly got changed into a Korn t-shirt and pants, along with a zip up hoodie over the top. You walked out and began gathering your things, saying good morning to each of the guys.

"What're you doing (Y/N)?" Chris asks, who was sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen island.

"Oh- I was just getting my things, was planning on heading home." You smiled slightly. You saw Paul, who was at the sink, spin his head around to face you.

"What?! Already?" He exclaimed, shocked.

"Yeah, thought I might've overstayed a bit.." You mumbled quietly. No one replies.

You end up saying goodbye and hugging your friends before making your way to Mick's car, chucking your things into the backseat. You get into the passenger seat as Mick starts up the car and drives to your house. He parks the car and lets you grab your items. Just as you were about to head towards your house, Mick yells your name from the car. You turn around and stare at him.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you want. We love having you around (Y/N)." He smiles.

"Thank you Mick."

You head inside and lock the door behind you, slumping on your couch soon after. You closed your eyes and took notice of how quiet it really was without the rest of the crew. Not to mention lonely. You hummed one of your band's songs quietly before falling asleep.

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- 5 MONTHS LATER -

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Your eyes fluttered open to the sunlight pouring through your room, along with the annoying blare of your alarm. Your cat was sitting on your bed, sound asleep; he had gotten a lot bigger already, even though he was still a baby. You rolled out of bed and turned the alarm off, soon putting some slippers on and making some coffee with last nights devastating hangover still lingering in your head.

You looked at your phone, scrolling through some photos as you sipped your drink. You clicked on a photo and immediately felt yourself tear up. It was a photo of you, Paul and Chris under a blanket on the couch together. You swiped through the photos from when you came back from the tour in late 2001, staying at Mick's house after.

Slipknot wasn't doing so good, behind closed doors. The latest album you released was a monstrosity. Iowa was, and is currently, a really hard moment right now, for all of you. The band was falling apart. Just then, you got a call.