Hellraiser

VI

I woke up because I felt like someone was staring at me, when I opened my eyes I realized that I wasn't alone in my room. The new guy just stood there staring at me.

"What the hell?" I threw him a pillow and tried to cover myself up with my blanket since I slept with nothing but my underwear and a giant shirt on "You freak. Get the fuck out of my room." I yelled.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"What?" I rolled my eyes.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead." I lighted up a cigarette. "Be quick."

"Are you going out with Dave?" The question pissed me off, I hated to talk about the subject in general.

"Out of my room" I yelled and pointed the door. Quite rude coming from me, I'm not like this on a daily basis but I was butthurt thanks to the whole Dave incident.

Kirk sighed and exited the room.

A couple of minutes later I took a shower and put on some decent clothes; shorts and a plain black shirt. Nothing special.

I went to the kitchen to get a beer, the fridge was empty.

"Where's the beer?" I asked.

"It's over." Said James. "Kirk took the last bottle."

In that moment I stared at him with despise.

"Take it." He tried to be nice but I didn't accept his offer, I was a bitch to him.

"I'll go out. Don't wait for me."

"Wow. Wow. First of all, where are you going?" My brother asked.

"I don't know, to a bar probably?" I continued. "It's not your business anyway."

"It is my business and I want you here by 11PM." He said with a serious tone.

"Alright, dad." He kissed my forehead and in a matter of seconds I exited the apartment.

I went to the bar and immediately got recognized by some of Dave's friends.

"Linz" Said Scott. "What's up?"

"Nothing." I kept drinking my beer and looked around trying to cut off the conversation.

"I heard about-"

"Scott, I'm not in the mood. Okay?"

"So it's true. You had feelings for Mustaine. I knew it."

"Quit talking shit." Maybe I do.

"Go look for him, Linz. He's not dead." He lighted up a cigarette and then continued with his point. "Plus, he has been feeling like shit lately. Maybe you should visit him."

"Don't have his address."

"Here." He grabbed my arm, one of the markers that he had on his pocket and started to write something on my wrist. "That's his address. Go talk to him. Thank me later, blondie."