I made you

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by TheFictionWitch

by TheFictionWitch

I sat at my vanity fixing my hair often taking a break to have a drag of my cigarette, I heard the phone so I quickly grabbed it "This better be good?" I sighed

"We have a problem, I don't know how he got though miss I'm sorry" He says

"Oh for god sake" I sighed hanging up and moments later my dressing room door knocked "Fuck off!" I yelled

"Let me in!" He demanded banging on the door

"Ughh! what!" I complained opening the door to a very angry Malcolm

"What the hell is this?" He asks complaining about the letter I sent him

"use your eyes and read it" I sighed letting him in and he shut the door behind him

"What the fuck do you mean!"

"I made it fairly clear"

"I'm your manager!"

"Manager? You never did anything but show up and try to make the stage"

"You can't treat your manager like this"

"Well your not my manager anymore Malcolm. You're irrelevant. You have nothing new to say. All dried up so get out the damn way"

"Irrelevant! I made the sex pistols!"

"Woo hoo remind me next time I'm back in 1978" I told him as I fixed my lipstick "you might have the fight Malcolm but the message is dead. So stop beating the damn horse"

"Who the fuck do you think you are!"

"Who I always was! Now calm your ass Malcolm before you bust a hip"

"I made you!"

"You what?'

"I made you what you are. You'd be nothing of it wasn't for me. Some dainty little college girl some cunt would have deflowered in a car park and be stuck in a two bed semi with a dorag around your hair watching your kiddies go to school. Don't forget what I gave you. And how fast I could take it away."

"You may have supplied me with some clothes. Some accessories and an attitude adjustment. But you didn't make me Malcolm!"

"You didn't know what punk was till you met me!" He screamed "get me my cut." He says heading to my door

"Or what?"

"Or The news of the world will love hearing about the girl you were. Before me."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I Would. I'm sure the press would adore to hear about their queen of punk, the face of a generations rebellion, and how she started out as some cute little collage girl too uptight to even run out on a bus fare." he smirked "Get me my money. put my name back on the bill. or else" he demanded before he left

"Cunt" I sighed having a long drag of my cigarette