Twiggy n' Stuff.

Chaper Three; Diary Of A Dope Fiend.

-Daisy B.-

I swallowed a dry lump that formed in my pink throat. I awaited a shy answer to my rather personal question. "Our Parent's." Dean said as she starred blankly at me. I softly reached for her arm, "You're parent's did this?" I asked, calmly as I viewed her arms. Her left wrist was cover in scars and fresh wound's that I had not noticed before. They were bruised and beaten, under close examination you could see there blue faces under caked white foundation and jet black eye shadow. "Can I see your arms?" I asked Nevada, she nodded and reached them outwards. "Did you guys sneak out?" I asked, putting two and two together. "Yeah, we can't go back there." Nevada said, they acted scared as I brought up their home lives. "Will they- uh, beat you again?" I stuttered. "Yeah, they are probably looking for us by now." Dean told, nervously. I shut my eyes for a second thinking over my choices, my mind was made up but everyone would kill me. I inhaled and exhaled cleanly. "Come on the road with me." I blurted out as I shuttered open my eyes. Both of their jaws were hung up, "We couldn't do that." Nevada said, I knew they both wanted to escape their normality's. "You're a rock star! We couldn't just come in on you and your band like that." Nevada added. "Yeah, you could. I want to help you two." I exclaimed. "Why?" Dean asked, she sounded like she was choking on her word's. She was fighting a frown. I just put my head down, starring at our feet. "I love you two." I lifted my head to see smiles forming on their faces. "Why?" Nevada asked, "I love you, too." Dean asked, moving past her Sister. Dean wrapped her little and muscled arm's around my waist. I rested my chin on her head as I hugged her back. She smelled like cheap flowers and sweet sweat. I memorized every inch of Dean as we embraced one another. I pulled away and grabbed Nevada. She was nimble and shorter than me by almost a foot. She hugged me loosely, she smelled like Wine and flower scented deodorant. Her hair was silky and straight, God, they are so beautiful. Nevada pulled away. "Why do you love us?" She asked again. "I don't know, but I just do. I care about you guys and I simply cannot leave knowing you're going to go back to a home where you get beaten." Nevada bit her lower lip, "Thanks, Scott." She said. Nevada was breathless with a glare in her eyes. "Will you come with me then?" I asked, regarding coming on tour with us. They looked at each other for a brief second. "We will!" They spoke in union while Dean nodded her head. Her blonde strands swayed endlessly. "Thank you." I sighed relief, knowing I would get to see these girls everyday for another week or so before tour ended. "Hey, Daisy!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I turned seeing Danzig's bus driving, Tony F. Wiggins walking towards us with two crazed looking females. They were both barely clothed and wore tight chain's around their necks. It was clearly so shit Tony put them up too. "Come on back to the bus, bring the two you've got." He asked, pissing me off. "Go fuck yourself." I shouted at him as he past the three of us. "I'm sure they'd love too!" He said, gesturing to Dean and Nevada. "Hey, don't listen to him. He's fucking crazy." I said, turning to Dean and Nevada. "I know you guy's aren't like that." I added. "Who is he?" Nevada asked. "That is Tony Wiggins, some crazy guy that drives Danzig's bus and supplies drugs to my band." I shrugged my shoulders. "You two aren't ignorant, I'm sure you know about everyone taking drugs." I stated. "It doesn't bother us, our parent's are drug addicts. We've been around them all our lives." Dean said, "Don't act like we don't take their drugs, though." Nevada said to her younger sister. I smiled at how perfect they were. "I don't feel like it would be very responsible to bring you back to my bus, they will for sure think you guy's are groupies." I said as we walked down the lively streets. "I don't care what they think of us." Nevada said, making me chuckle. "Any fun shit around here?" I asked, looking over at the pair. "Just bars and a few Nightclubs." Nevada answered. "Well, any you want to go too?" I asked, looking down at Dean. "We can't get into a Night club." Dean stated with a giggle. "Sure you can!" I laughed, "Okay, how?" Nevada butted in, with a giggle in her tone. "Just pick on out and I'll show you." I smiled a dorky grin. "There's this placed called N.V Night Club In The Old City a few blocks from here on 125 E. Jackson Ave." Dean said, "Sound's like the place, lead the way because I have no fucking clue where 126 E. Jackson Street is." I said, they both started laughing, "What?" I questioned with my face dropping. "No, Scott. It's 125 E. Jackson Ave." Dean giggled while covering her mouth. "Oh." I said, making a face. "Well, led the way." I said as Nevada walked a foot or so in front of me. "Hi." I whispered over to Dean. "Hi." She quietly whispered back. "You have beautiful hair." I mumbled close to her ear. "Thank you, Scott." She whispered in a soft tone.

 [City in the photo is Knoxville]