I stand there frozen, for I have no idea how long. Javi looks rather pleased that he's put me off my guard. Stevie tugs on the sleeve of my jacket "Honey, lets go home" I nod and take a step back. Javier steps forward "You leaving so soon Buck? I just wanted an autograph from the famous Lindsey Buckingham-" he waves at Stevie "And you too Blondie". He may be almost half a foot shorter than me, but there's no way I could take him in a fight. He's got scars on his face that look like they happened in jail, and he's got muscles on top of his other muscles.
Not to mention his entire demeanor has changed. Gone is the spastic, nerdy, high strung Javier I knew. Cokehead Javi is also apparently a distant memory. This is Jailhouse Javi and he looks like he wants to kill me with his bare hands. I have no doubt he'd succeed. "Stevie, take Ginny and go home" she doesn't move holding me tighter. Ginny barks again, "Stevie do what I said!" I shout. She looks scared and I plead with her to listen to me. She looks back at Javi, he's popping his knuckles rolling his neck side to side. "Linds-" I hand her Ginny's leash "Go". Biting her bottom lip she grabs Ginny in her arms and starts toward the park entrance at a jog.
Javier stretches his arms there's not a single person nearby, not even a nosy kid on a bike. "Alright, what the fuck do you want?" I widen my stance in case he moves toward me. He laughs "Just saying hi man. You'd think we were strangers or something. Besides, I think you owe me a thank you" I hold back laughter "And how's that?" he takes a step forward, I try not to flinch "For starters, my band made you and your chick famous. Second, I saved her life. Sandra was out to kill her" I don't buy his hero bullshit and never have. Stevie stands by it, but she's still as sure as I am this fucker belongs behind bars.
"I should thank you for killing a woman half your size?" I see something flash behind his eyes "She was gonna kill your girlfriend I stopped her" balling up my fists I stare him in the eye "Fine. Thank you. Now fuck off" he rubs his chin, his hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and he's got a thin goatee, still the same wild eyes though "I don't think so Lindsey, the way I see it you owe me. Both of you" I shake my head "I don't owe you dick, do the police know you're even here or did you bust out?" he chuckles.
"The DA dropped the charges for manslaughter, they can't prove that I didn't kill her out of self-defense, and I have good lawyer. Plus saving blondie put me in good with a lot of music fans, some of them quite well off." He reaches into his pocket and I brace myself only to relax slightly when I see he's just lighting a cigarette.
"What about the dope?" I ask and he laughs again "Well, that's a different story Linds. But without a murder charge hanging over me the judge decided to let me out on supervised release. I got a probation officer and all, but until I go to court I'm free as a bird" I start backing away subtly looking for someone anyone to come along; hell at this point an old lady walking a Pomeranian will do.
"Well, I'm happy for you. I'm leaving, don't come near me or Stevie ever again" he walks forward taking a puff on his cigarette "Or What? You gonna get your brothers together and beat me up?" the thought had occurred to me "Yeah something like that..." I want to run, but there's no way, he'll catch me and it'll be over. "Don't fuckin threaten me, if you aren't willing to hear me out I'm sure your wife will be more than eager to do whatever it takes to protect your sorry ass" my blood turns cold, and I feel fear anxiety and rage build up in me "If you even look in her direction I'll break every bone in your body"
"I don't want to do anything to her Lindsey, that's my point. You want me to stay away, I want my fair share of what's coming to me. You've sold a lot of albums already" while true it's a little more complicated than that. I don't actually have a ton of ready cash even with album sales being as good as they are. Everything I've earned so far has been recycled into our new album.
