NO WAY IN HELL! (P2) - Gothic Trauma

NO WAY IN HELL! p2: Gothic Trauma - Chapter Eight

Pogo's POV:

I guess you could say that the show rehearsal the next morning didn't..really go as planned, sort of.

The minute we got to the arena, Brian was all down with business, not a break, he was focused and he wanted to get some shit done.

I leaned my head over my keyboard and groaned. The the keys shrieked their sounds as my shoulders hit them.

"God fucking damn" I moaned in defeat. We had been practicing for hours and my fingers are numb and stinging.
Twiggy looked pretty fucked up too, hell, he was panting.

The band was missing something though, the guitar. Zim hadn't shown up and Brian nor either of us had gotten any form of contact or notice from him. So we were pretty much just trying to wing it without a guitarist or when shit got really difficult, we'd have to chuck on a pre-recording through the big boy speakers.

Brian had gone for a piss and this was our first break, as he dismissed us for the first time in ages for exactly an hour. Even though we weren't really relying on our time schedule, we decided just to wing this as well. Typical.

I grunted as I lifted my head from the edge of the keyboard, and groggily made my way to the back of the stage to get some water and something to eat.

"Catch!" I heard as I turned a corner. Immediately my hands sprung up and an ice cold bottle of beer hit the centre of them. I chuckled nervously as I cracked the cap off with my steel rings and took a sip, throwing the cap to the tiled floor of the changing room.

Ginger laughed as he held his beer to his side, slowly walking up to me, his arms shaking quite obviously.

I pointed my beer at his arms. "Mate, what the fuck" I laughed.

He breathed a sigh and looked back up at me. "Brian's been working us all day man, my arms are killing me, I don't think I'll be working out tomorrow night, Im pretty sure ill snap" he laughed and took another sip, dragging a chair from under a table and sitting on it, the back of the chair he was leaning over, looking at my eyes, a smile still poised on his lips.

"We need a guitarist in here ASAP" he stated with a sigh.
I blew out a breath in agreement.

"God, tell me about it, Zim needs to get his shit together, and so does Brian, how are we gonna perform tonight without a guitarist? Like, no way in hell will we be pulling a fan from in the crowd" I joked.

Ginger laughed. "Yeah, nah I don't think that'll turn out splendidly"

"Man, where's Daisy at, what's Zim coming in for anyway" Ginger asked, taking another sip of his beer.

I pretty much froze, sudden realisation hitting me right in the face. Ginger doesn't know about what Brian did.

"..phen! Yo man, you alright?" A hand waved in front of my face rapidly.

I blinked a couple times and looked back at Ginger. "Sorry, um.." I sighed, putting my face in my hand.

I looked back up just as quickly. "He's gone man"

I honestly had no idea how to put it. I've never been good at this type of shit, at all. I find it's easiest to be straight out and up front rather than beating around the bush and, 'hinting' about a subject.

Ginger chuckled nervously and his eyebrows furrowed, his head cocked to the side a fraction. "Ah, sorry what now?"

I groaned and closed my eyes as I chugged more than intended of my beer, feeling it run down my throat eased me a bit.

My eyes kept closed as I faced the floor, now squatting down.

"Daisy's gone man, Brian kicked him out yesterday.." I spoke meekly.

I looked back up to see that Gingers expression had changed into a blank one. His eyes slowly fading with realisation.
He coughed a bit and wiped his forehead, a warning that he's pretty much gonna get angry, he does it every time he's about to do something.

"And you decided to tell me NOW!?" He yelled, throwing the bottle of beer straight above my head, shattering into the white concrete wall behind me.

He stood up with a rush of fury, kicking the chair forcefully onto its side, making me flinch and squat down even further.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled as he pulled his hands up to place on the back of his head, he then turned around to face the other way, coughing a bit more and his head facing the floor.

"Ken-"

I was interrupted by a a loud bang behind me, and I spun around quickly to see Zim standing there, an innocent yet guilty expression plastered all over his petite little face.

His bottom lip trembled and he immediately jogged over to Ginger, pulling the sobbing man into him for a tight hug.

I sighed and watched them. Ginger wrapped his hands round the smaller man's waist and pulled him even closer, his face buried into Zim's shoulder, an expression of pain and betrayal clearly showing as hot tears trickled down his cleanly shaven face.

"Shhh, it's okay Ken, you'll be okay" Zim whispered into Ginger's ears for reassurance.

I feel like I had done my dash and so I sat and watched, a guilty feeling tugging on my heart. Shouldn't I have I told him? Was I supposed to let him find out later on by himself? Though I guess that would hurt him more than telling him right here, right now.

I stood up, my legs clicking and my shoulders cracking as I stretched. My beer had gone flat so I just kicked over the half empty bottle, the bottle making a chiming sound, in some way alerting Zim, in which he responded by nodding in my direction as a hello.

I nodded back and turned around, slowly waking out of the changing room to bump into Twiggy.

"Shit sorry, uh, i-is Zimmy here?" He asked curiously as he fiddled with the end of his dress, his eyes gazing past me and occasionally flicking back up to meet my own.

I put my hand out and pushed on his chest gently when he went to take a step forward, stopping him dead in his tracks, and he looked back up to me for an answer.

I just shook my head. "He's having a bit of time with Ginger"

He nodded and sighed in understanding, smiling a bit and relaxing against the side of the concrete wall, looking past me again, waiting for Timothy.

God, he's lost so much confidence and self belief.
And we all know who to thank for that. His boldness that we all recognised and loved back in High School had completely vanished, and has quickly been overrun by paranoia and fear, fear of Brian. He's lost all trust in the now called Antichrist.

I remember back in school when Jeordie would want to take Brian around the whole school for a tour, or even drag him out of class to go out and ditch for a few cheeky ciggies. He was so happy. So happy that he found another boy to relate to, who didn't judge him, or laugh, hell, to even belittle him.

But all that's done a quick turn, and now he's being controlled, and it's really not good to watch.

"Oh god Jeordie.." I heard someone whisper behind me, and I quickly scampered out of Zims way.

Twiggy couldn't help but let a few tears fall as he pouted and quickly made his way into Timothy's arms.

And they held each other tight.

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A/N: Good FUCKING lord I haven't updated in years, been so busy and I'm in complete disbelief with how you guys manage to have the patience to read some of my shit lol. This was a pretty emotional chapter for me to write and OMG lol, I just pierced my seconds and I threw up twice cause apparently I'm squeamish, which is weird because yesterday I dragged some roadkill from the road and cut the wings off of the massive bird. Dead of course. But god, that's real weird aye.
Thankyou so much for reading , I love you guys!! 💕💕