Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

And If You Go, I Want To Go With You PART2

   I walked up to Darrell and sat onto a cooler that happen to be near him. "I love the face paint," smiling as I watched him finish up. It honestly looked really cool. "Good because you are next," he smiled with his reply. My face went straight, "what do you mean?" I dared to ask. Darrell turned to look at me, his gentle blues capturing me for just a moment, I so desperately wanted to be wrapped up in him. "I was planning on painting yours after I was done with mine," further explaining and true to his word, he stood up over me with brush of paint. I tried to push him away, but Darrell fought back and easily won. "Alright, who should you be?", mostly asking himself. "I am more of a Paul Stanley fan," I laughed in the moment, knowing how ridiculous we were going to look, but when I was with Darrell, I never seemed to mind that. Darrell always brought the exciting side of me out. There was never a day where I was not laughing hard or smiling so big when he was with me. "Of course you are," he sarcastically replied before getting to work on his masterpiece.

  Darrell was pretty fast and was proud of himself when he took a step back to admire his work. Vinnie came over and saw my face, he threw a thumbs up in my direction before heading to get ready for the show. I on the other hand needed to rush over to Grady who I knew was waiting for me. I quickly thanked Darrell before speed walking till I saw Jeff from Annihilator heading in my direction. "Shit, he saw me" I thought while I tried to go unnoticed. "Hey there Paul," he waved at me, causing me to stop. All the Jeff's on this tour officially sucked, I was starting to see a pattern. "What the fuck you want?" I spat. This caught him by surprise but excited him just the same. The look he gave off was one I was all too familiar with. Panic slowly started to rise within me, I needed to get the hell away from him. "Look at you. A firecracker, I like it," licking his lower lip as he slowly invaded my personal space. Jeff was a predator and to him, I was his prey. "Fuck off Jeff," hoping that he would take my warning. Clearly, he didn't catch it. Jeff felt it was appropriate to caress my arm, without my permission might I add. This caused my stomach to turn and not in the way it did whenever Darrell was close by. 

  My anxiety rose the moment I felt is breath fan across my cheekbone, I was frozen with fear. Jeff was much bigger than me, even if I tried fighting back, he could easily overpower me. I knew this because I have been in this situation many times before. This was not something new for me. Maybe it was just a constant string of bad luck, but I found myself in trouble more than anything, happy endings, what were those?

Before I could say anything, I felt Jeff's touch being jerked away. In a blink of an eye both Darrell and Vinnie stood tall in front of me, blocking me from Jeff's view. "Don't fucking touch her!" Darrell yelled as he shoved Jeff hard, enough to where Jeff stumbled back a bit. I watched as Darrell's body language changed; he was ready to fight. I wanted to say something, but words were hard to find, panic had taken over me and I was having a panic attack. "What you going to do about it Frehley?" Jeff challenged Darrell. Vinnie noticed me first and tapped Darrell's shoulder to draw his attention, pointing in my direction. "Take care of Sable. I got this brother," letting his baby brother know that he had his back. Darrell nodded before making his way over to me. In minutes I was wrapped in his arms and for the first time in years, I was safe. Darrell began to rub my back and leaned towards my ear, "Hey, breathe. I got you Sable, I am here," his soothing voice penetrated my senses.

  I wish I could explain the affect that Darrell had over me but even I couldn't understand it. The moment his scent from him shirt invaded my space, I was able to focus on my breathing and become aware of my surroundings once again. Darrell was my safe space. Darrell continued to hold me close while his brother Vinnie handled Jeff, "Listen twat waffle. That is my fucking sister. If I ever see you so much as bat an eyelash in her direction, let alone touch her again. I will make sure the next time you eat; it will be through a straw when they have to wire it shut," he threatened the musician, stepping forward to show he was not backing down. Vinnie was bigger than Jeff and Jeff knew it. With his tail between his legs, Jeff retreated back in the direction of his band without another word. We may have won this one, but the way Jeff looked at me, deep down I knew this was not over.