Slipknot's Daughter

Chapter 5

The rest of the week passes by quickly. The homework was challenging, but not terrible; the worst part was trying to keep it all organized.
However, Saturday finally came, and I wake up at nine in great excitement. I bounce out of bed and pull on the outfit I had selected the night before: a red and black plaid dress with fishnet leggings and my black combat boots. I comb my hair back, then slide my black rose headband on. Applying makeup, I finish getting ready and hurry downstairs.
Chris was in the kitchen and had just started to make breakfast. He glances up when I enter the kitchen with a bang.
He asks, "What's the rush for?"
I blush and say, "W-well, my friend Rick is coming today, and I wanted to clean the house, so..."
Chris looks at me incredulously. Then, shaking off his surprise, he says, "Well, if you're that eager to do something, why don't you help me cook breakfast?" I nod and join him.
An hour and a half later, we had successfully made a large platter of pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. I was scooping yogurt into individual bowls when Jim, Corey and Shawn come clomping down the stairs into the dining room.
Shawn pushes the kitchen door open and takes a deep breath. "Mmmm... Pancakes!" he says happily, then spies the platter and jumps at it.
Chris stops him with a smack on the back of his hand with a wooden spoon. "Hey, wait until everyone gets up! Here, go set the table!" he scolds.
Then he shoves a stack of plates into Shawn's arms and pushes him out the door. Shawn grumbles loudly at this, but obeys and places a plate at every chair.
Corey cautiously moves into the kitchen, fearful of Chris's tyrannical attitude. He comes over to me and hugs me. "Good morning, Col," he says, lightly kissing my hair.
"Morning," I reply, setting down the yogurt spoon and returning the hug.
"You look nice today. All dressed up for Rick, hmm?" Corey teases.
I smirk and hand him a couple yogurt bowls. "Yup," I answer. "Now could you please put these on the table?"
He nods and accepts them, then moves out of the kitchen.
Jim, who was standing awkwardly in the corner, scoots over to Chris and asks if he could take the platter out. Receiving affirmation, he quickly grabs the plate and scurries out to the dining room as well.
I laugh and ask Chris, "I guess you pretty much rule the kitchen, huh?"
He nods firmly, then hands me some silverware. "Someone has to, or else these boys won't eat anything besides McDonald's and ice cream," he replies, gesturing for me to place the silverware on the table.
I giggle, then exit the kitchen to the dining room. I look around to see that Shawn and Jim had gone back upstairs, presumably to wake everyone up.
Corey was in the man cave, fiddling with an acoustic guitar. I set the silverware in their proper place, then head back into the kitchen.
Chris was pulling out coffee mugs, and I hear a soft bubbling coming from the coffee percolator.
I ask, "Need any more help?"
Chris shakes his head and says, "Nope. Thanks for the help, though. Go eat." "'Kay," I reply. "Thanks, Chris." "Welcome," he says, turning around with coffee mugs in hand. I quickly head to the door and hold it open for him. He bustles out to the table and sets a mug at each plate, then approaches the foot of the stairs. He takes a deep breath.
Knowing what was coming, I quickly cover my ears.
"GUYS!!!! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!!!! BREAKFAST IS READY!!!" Chris screams. (If you've never heard Chris scream, listen to 'Wait and Bleed'. Perfect example of how he is yelling right now.)
I take my hands away from my ears when he was done and take my seat. Corey was already at his spot at the head of the table, selecting his breakfast from the platter.
I hear a commotion from the top of the stairs, and suddenly the other six Slipknot members come tumbling through the door. Shawn practically falls on his face, then quickly picks himself up and scurries to his seat next to Corey.
I giggle at him. "Chris isn't that scary, Shawn," I tease.
Shaking his head, Shawn mutters, "You haven't seen him angry."
Mick arrives and sits in his seat next to Shawn. "I can vouch," he says, "Even though I have no idea what you're talking about. I just heard 'Chris' and 'angry', so..." He shrugs and reaches for a yogurt bowl.
I roll my eyes, then snatch two waffles from the platter. "I just hope he settles down before Rick comes over," I say. Corey looks at me slyly. "Ah, yes, the new 'friend'," he says, making air quotes with his fingers and glancing at Mick and Shawn.
Mick chuckles and nudges Shawn. "I'm thinking we should wear our masks when he comes," Mick teases.
Shawn's face splits into a huge grin. "I would agree," Shawn smirks.
I groan. "Guys, please don't! One, he would probably piss his pants and two, I haven't told him who you guys are yet." All three men look at me oddly.
"Who we are?" Mick echoes.
"I'm confused..." Shawn murmurs. "What do you mean, Col?" Corey asks gently.
"I mean, I haven't told him you guys are members of Slipknot-" I gesture to Shawn and Mick, "-and I also haven't told him my father is the lead singer of aforementioned band." I look at Corey, who nods.
"How come you haven't told him?" Mick asks.
"Well... I mean, I'm afraid that when he meets you guys, he won't like me for me anymore, and will only like me 'cus my family is Slipknot." I answer in a rush.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." they all reply slowly.
"I see," Corey murmurs. Shawn nods in understanding and Mick develops an aggressive look. "Well, if that's gonna be the case, he's not coming back here anymore!" he says defensively.
"And hopefully it won't be," Corey counters, shooting Mick a look. Turning to me, he says, "Well, I think it would be best to tell him who we are and see how he takes it. And if it does turn out like you say-"
"Then Shawn, Sid and I will go beat him up," Mick interrupts.
I smile at them. "Thanks, guys," I say happily.
"No problem," they all reply.
Shawn reaches over the table and tugs a strand of my hair. "We love you and wanna make sure you're happy." he says, grinning.
"Yeah," Mick agrees.
"And I'm pretty sure Corey would instill the fear of God in us if not." Shawn jokes, nudging Corey.
"Damn straight!" Corey confirms gruffly, playfully punching Shawn. Shawn punches him in return, thus beginning a small fistfight across the table. I groan, then reach over and smack one of their hands.
Corey retreats, rubbing his left hand. "Aw, come on, Colleen," he complains, "I wasn't gonna beat the old man up THAT bad."
Shawn snorts. "Respect your elders, Corey," he says haughtily.
Mick ducks his head into his lap and was quietly chuckling.
I giggle as well, then quickly finish my breakfast. I get up to take my plate to the kitchen and wash it, along with my silverware.
I was mentally running through a list of chores I could help around the house with when suddenly a loud bang, followed by a long string of curse words, emits from the dining room.
I drop my spoon into the sink and rush out.
Sid was on the floor, holding the back of his head and cussing loudly. Jim and Mick were kneeling beside him, trying to help him sit up. Corey was on his phone, talking quickly to someone on the other line.
I hurry to Sid's side and ask Mick, "What happened?!?"
Mick replies, "He was leaning back, trying to get something from a shelf behind him, and suddenly one of the damn chair legs broke and he fell back and hit his head on the corner of the bottom stair... Go get an ice pack, will ya? I don't see any blood, but he's gonna have a nasty ass bruise on the back of his head."
I nod, then quickly get up and run to the kitchen. Grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, I come back out into the dining room and hand it to Mick. He gives it to Sid, who groans and presses it against his head.
"How come there's two of you, Mick?..." Sid asks dazedly.
"Aw, fuck," Mick grumbles. "Come on, Sid, let's get you up... Careful now, don't wanna hit your head twice, you idiot!... Here, sit here, Corey's calling a doctor for you." Mick gently leads Sid into the man cave and sits him down in the overstuffed love seat.
Sid groans again and mutters, "What happened?"
I carefully sit beside him and say, "You banged your head pretty hard. One of the legs on your chair broke while you were leaning back to grab something, and you fell and hit your head on the corner of the bottom stair."
He nods slowly. "Yeah, that's right... I just wanted some more pepper for my eggs..." Smiling sheepishly, he murmurs, "Karma's a bitch..."
I nod, smiling at him.
Just then, Corey comes in, walks over, and kneels in front of Sid. He says, "Okay, so I just called the hospital. They're preparing a room for you right now, so we need to go."
Sid nods and holds out a hand. Corey grabs it and hauls him up. Keeping an arm around his shoulders, he leads Sid to the door.
Jim jumps up and follows them.
Before they go out, Corey turns to the remaining three of us. "I'm taking Sid to the hospital. You guys hold down the fort until I get back. If any of you decide to go anywhere, text me."
He looks over at me. "And if Rick comes and I'm not back, I want you two to STAY HERE. Don't go anywhere. Shawn, keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't do anything stupid."
Shawn and I nod.
Corey sighs in relief, then finishes with, "I shouldn't be gone for more than a few hours." Then he turns and goes out the door, helping Sid down the steps. Jim follows him, closing the door behind them as they leave.
I hurry to the window and watch while Corey and Jim gently seat Sid in the passenger seat, then get into the car themselves and drive away.
Mick mutters, "Well, this is a fine kettle of fish."
I sigh worriedly and turn away from the window. Heading to the table, I began clearing dishes and things. Shawn comes over and helps me. Mick goes upstairs to tell the others what had happened. Shawn and I quickly clean the kitchen and table. Then I go upstairs to clean my room and worry.