Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Rebel Meets Rebel

May 16th, 1999

  You would think that with the many years we've had of drinking under our belts, that we would become immune, but that was far from the truth. In fact, it only got worse the older we got. The hangovers were more unforgiving. I instantly knew that morning was upon us before opening my eyes. I was doing my best to keep them shut for as long as I could because the moment I opened them; I was in for a rude awakening. I wish I could say that I have learned my lesson, but then I would be lying. All I could say is that I blame Darrell, the man forces drinks and shot in my hand all through the night. If you knew, you knew.

  Rubbing my eyes before chancing in opening them, slowly turning over to see Darrell still sound asleep. That famous snoring of his, the very one where it sounded like he was sawing logs for days assured me he was still in fact passed out. I wonder how the hell he doesn't wake himself up, hell, how do I not wake up to it? I guess the years of being exposed to it, you adapt and get used to it. I will admit that over the years of hearing his terrible snoring brought comfort to me.

  I walked quietly towards the bathroom, feeling my bare feet hit the cold floor; I was in need of a shower to wash last night's shenanigans away. I stood waiting while the shower ran to reach the desired temperature when a thought came to my mind. It had almost been two years since Ronnie's death.

  Since that terrifying night, my relationship with Rita changed. I wanted to say our bond only grew stronger knowing that we both endured that together. The traumatic event had affected all my relationships actually, and for the better. I can only assume that what had happened to us had opened the eyes to those close to us, wanting them to cherish the friendship just a bit more. Carolyn had to be convinced for months that I was alright to be left alone, it was easy to see that she felt guilty that she wasn't there even though I purposely held that information from her for her own protection. Either way, I received a lecture from her for the longest time, and I deserved every bit of it.

  Mine and Darrell's relationship grew, noticing that we finally were able to fall back into how things were, before we allowed other's bullshit to seep into our lives. Vowing that the communication between us needed to change, to never allow what is out of our control steer our marriage off track. I did find myself relying a bit more on Rita, seeing that she did the very same. It was hard to explain, but in a way, it helped with our healing journey from that terrible night. Finally, my life was starting to become mine once again. I was now at peace with everything, and I knew it had to be because of the people in my life. Without their understanding and patience, my mind and soul wouldn't be alright. I owe it to them.

  Washing my body when I heard the bathroom door opening, revealing Darrell and his camcorder that he takes on tour with him. Feeling my cheeks turn red, I held my hand out to block my face from the view finder, " oh god Darrell! Put that away!" I couldn't help but find myself laughing in how silly he looked. Trying to ignore him, I turned to rinse the soap off my body. "Mmm, Daddy like," hearing him get excited. I chose to continue to ignore him till an arm snuck around my mid, my laughter growing from his eagerness. Seeing his smiling face the moment I turned to look at him, god he was gorgeous.

  Giving into temptation, I threw my arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. "You are getting wet," stating the obvious when I noticed the shorts he slept in were getting soaked. Darrell shrugged, "I don't give a shit. I need you right now," he groaned against my lips. Those gifted hands of his roamed till they reached my bare hips, pulling me closer to him. Seeing him taking control, leading us out of the shower and over towards our bed. Darrell kept the camcorder in his hand, watching me lean back against the mattress on my elbows, watching him take in the full view. It wasn't hard to notice that Darrell enjoyed filming us every once in a while, maybe it the excitement that it sparked for him or the fact it allowed him to go back whenever to relive the moment, either way I wasn't complaining.