Punks Not Dead

Tormentor

•Lilith's POV•

A hollow feeling overcame the pit of my stomach and despite my best attempts to control my anger, I began screaming frantically at the receiver.

"I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU! I BETTER NEVER SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE EVER AGAIN, SID. YOU'RE NOTHING. DO YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING. DEAD TO ME! MAXI COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU SELFISH F-" Rotten tore the receiver from my prying hands and spoke calmly into the receiver.

"Sid, mate...where the fuck are you?" Albeit, Rotten seeming calm, his words dripped with hate and were infused with fiery anger.

At this point I was beyond furious. Angrier than I had ever been in my entire life and I could feel myself on the brink of hatred-fuelled insanity. I paced back and forth impatiently between the living room and the kitchen as Rotten continued his conversation and nodded his head to the receiver. I began to contemplate all of the perverse things one could do to torture Sid in revenge of what he had done to Maxi.

You know you are slowly starting to lose it when you graphically imagine yourself murdering someone you've known for most your life in the most unbelievably gruesome ways...And to top the cake, I was enjoying it. I wasn't sure how long I had been having this sick fantasy before it came to an abrupt halt when I heard the telephone receiver fall back onto the cradle.

I turned to face Rotten. "Where is he?" I asked, my voice shrill and the thoughts of Sid laying in a pool of his own blood lingered still, causing me to grin maniacally. "Let me get my hands on that bloody cunt! I'll tear him apart, I swear!" Rotten gripped both my arms firmly to assert my attention.

"Lilith, listen...Sid's on his way...he's all fucked up. I know this is his fault, but please Lilith, promise me that you won't jump him. He's my mate, he's your mate...we've all been through a lot, and I'm sure Sid's already suffering. Just knowing what he did to Maxi is probably killing him."

Instantly, I froze up. I couldn't believe the blasphemy that he was saying. He actually expected me to just let Sid stroll into my house, like I would a guest or a friend, after he almost caused Maxi's death! My blood was boiling now, I could feel the veins in my neck pulsing furiously.

"What the fu-" I began, but he swiftly cut me off again. "Look Lilith, I just think if he see's what he's done to Maxi with his own eyes, it will bring upon him torture unlike any pain you or I, or anyone for that matter, could ever inflict on him."

I sighed and despite the fact that I didn't want to let Sid win after what he had done to Maxi, I knew deep down, that Rotten was right. Rotten placed a hand under my chin and tilted my face so he could look into my eyes. His stare bore into my soul, and it was at that moment that I knew that he would be there for me every step of the way. I brushed my lips softly against his, allowing our lips to connect in a passionate kiss. Something I had never imagined from a guy like Rotten.

And just like any other perfect moment in my life, Sid was quick to ruin it. Barging through the door, half-naked and hardly able to hold himself up, came Sid. "H-honeeyyy...uhrg...I'm Hhh-hoooomeee" He teetered and swayed from one side to another then landed into an unconscious heap on the stain-ridden carpet.