"Oh for Fuck sakes!" I exclaimed, breaking apart from Johnny, who just giggled at the whole scene.
I glared at Sid's unconscious body and part of me wanted to go over there and kick him repeatedly; in the ribs, in the face, it didn't matter anymore as long as he was feeling pain. Yet, I managed to retain myself from doing so, remembering what Rotten had said and hoping that he was right.
"C'mon, help me...we might as well get 'im off the floor." Johnny said, grabbing hold of Sid's feet.
I groaned, rolling my eyes. "I'd much rather leave 'im where he is..." I mumbled, walking over and grabbing Sid's scab ridden wrists, tugging him up off the ground. Still quite unconscious, Sid's head lolled limply back against the floor with a soft thump.
"Ready?" Rotten asked, as we led Sid to the couch and threw him onto the sofa's lumpy cushions.
"I guess I'd better keep an eye on him." Johnny said, plopping himself down in the chair next to him, causing a bit of stuffing to fall out from the creaking seams.
"Are you sure you're going to waste your sleep on him?" I asked, looking over to the ever-sleeping Sid in disgust. "Don't worry, I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway...b'sides what if he decides to fuck off in the morning? We don' want that do we?" He said, giving me a wink, taking his spot on the equally destroyed armchair.
I shook my head, giggling slightly. "Do as you wish...I'm going to try and get some sleep...It's been a rough coupl'a days." I yawned and padded my way to the kitchen.
I gave the room one last glance. Sid was still passed out, drool pooling down his face. You could almost say he was dead if it wasn't that every ten seconds or so he would spazz a bit, his arm giving a twitch, or his legs kicked out in midair. I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me again. I decided to take a shower, hoping to calm my nerves enough to fall asleep.
Sleep didn't come easy that night. I lay in bed tossing and turning, incapable to take my mind off of Maxi. Visions of her bruised and broken body, laying defeated on the gurney haunted my dreams.
Eventually sleep won, knocking me into a most needed slumber.
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Punks Not Dead
Fanfiction1971. Maxigan Richardson was only 13 when she met John Simon Ritchie in Hackney. Realizing they lived a mere two blocks away from each other, they became friends in no time. John and his friend, John Lydon, both eventually yearn to be by her side. L...
