Concert Gigs and Guitar Picks (Ashley Purdy of Black Veil Brides)

Chapter Twenty Nine - No, It's Sixx

Sixx

"Hello, Nicolasa," 

"Sixx. I go by Sixx," I correct. 

"Oh, sorry Sixx. I'm Officer Masterson," 

"Am I under arrest?" I ask, simple and plain. He laughs at me. 

"No. Are you comfortable speaking with me? Would you like to speak with my partner instead?" 

"Uh, I don't care. Honestly, I'd just like to know why I'm here," 

"You were attacked. Do you remember?" I jolt forward, a scary movement. "Woah, calm down," he reminds me. I really don't care right now though.  

"ASHLEY!" I remember everything. "WHERE IS HE!" I cry out, angrily. 

"Miss, would you calm down?" Sixx, cool it. These are the cops. Calm down. 

"Err.... sorry," 

"It's fine. Do you want some coffee?" 

"Yeah, sure," somebody comes in with two coffees, handing me one. The warmth spreads across my cold fingers. "Thanks," I tell them, without looking up. The person leaves. "Is he here?" 

"I'm not sure if I should tell you," 

"I'm a twenty six year old woman. Could you not treat me like I'm four? I can handle it," 

"Right. Sorry, miss. Yes," 

Stay calm. 

"Uhh.... when can I see him? After this....?"

"After I finish questioning, yes," 

"Right. Well, um, let's go then?" I say uncertainly. 

"It's right here. Listen, Sixx, please relax, okay? You're kinda high strung," 

"Yeah, um, okay," I say, totally embarrassed. I breathe in and out. He laughs again. 

"Alright. Well, tell me how it started," 

"Um, a party," I begin, kind of shaking with the caffiene, and the anticipation of seeing Ashley. I'm not totally clear headed. 

"After that. How did you end up outside?" 

"My one friend went out on the phone," 

"I'll need his name," 

"CC. Err, Chrisitan Coma," I say, realizing my error. 

"Seriously, ma'am, relax," 

"Sorry," I say, sipping my coffee. "So, I went to check on him. He didn't look happy, at all," 

"Of course," 

"And, when I went out, he was just getting off the phone. SO, I"m like "oh, hey, CC. You okay?" and he said he was, and we talked for a minute longer. Then, this crazy guy comes out of the woods, screaming my name. And, it's not the one I use. I don't use Nicolasa. I'm all like "oh, is this dude okay?" I haven't used that name in.... ever. CC runs inside, screaming about getting Ashley. Said dude starts rambling obnoxiously about how he's been looking for me for so long, and then he starts to close in on me, like he's gonna kiss me. And, I've got a boyfriend, so I don't want this woodland gnome anywhere near me. I"m hopin' and prayin' Ashley is almost here. All the while, this guy is still goin' on about how he's "my man" and stuff. And I'm FUH-reaking out. I don't know who he is. I'm like "oh my God!" and then Ashley is Smashley and he's fighting the guy," 

"Any particular things that you remember about the attack? Did he threaten you or physically commit violence?" 

"Erm, yes. Not to degrade myself or anything, but he told me to come closer, not in so many words, and bitch-slapped me. I decked him. Then, Ashley took him down again, and I called the cops," he finishes scribbling on the notepad he had. 

"Yes, yes, okay. I think we're done here. You wann acall your boyfriend or see Ashley first?" I start laughing. "What?" 

"Ashley is my boyfriend," I laugh. It's his turn to blush. 

"R-right, of course," he says. "He may not be out of questioning yet, but maybe he is. If I can have you sit where I say, that'd be great," he opens the door, and I follow him out. It looks just like a precinct on any police show, (which I am addicted to, by the way). He points to a desk. "Sit by that desk, and I'll see if I can find Ashley," I sit and he's running off. I look at my nails, inspecting closely. There's a chip in my ring finger. Damn. Sucks. I begin to examine my other hand when a hand of chipped, chrome polish, and knuckle tattoos grips mine. A pang of guilt strikes me. Ashley got stabbed. I don't look up. So, he drops down, and looks up at me. I avert my eyes. He looks concerned. His hands are scratched and cut up. 

"You punched him," I barely manage to murmur. I hate the guilt he makes me feel. I hate even more the pull I'm fighting. The pull to look up. 

"Yeah, I did," his voice is soft in a way I've never heard. I finally do look up. 

"You got stabbed too," I feel tears threatening in my eyes. 

"It was just a pocket knife. I'm all fixed up," his voice is still that soft. A tear barely escapes my eye before Ashely wipes it away. "Baby, I'm okay," he assures me. 

"They're over there," someone says. Ashley stands and so do I. The guys are all there. They walk over. 

"The convenience is unbelievable. Has Christian Coma accompanied you?"

"Um, no, he's with his girlfriend," Jake pipes up. 

"And you are?" 

"Jake. Jake Pitts," he replies. 

"Well, we'll need to have Miss Sixx and Mr. Purdy questioned again in a week," 

"Yeah, of course," Ashley says. 

Ashley

"But why did you ask about CC?" I ask. 

"He was a possible witness. This is being classified for another unit. They'll question you at your own homes," the officer says.