NO WAY IN HELL! (P2) - Gothic Trauma

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

Twiggy's POV:

The sky had darkened a few hours ago, and we were all getting ready for the show tonight.

My fingers still hurt from playing bass for so long at today's rehearsals, yet Zim was at the back of the bus practicing on an acoustic guitar we had for, well, exact practices like he was having.

"Timothy! I think you should probably get ready now!" I yelled to him as I underlined my left eye with coal black eyeliner.

He walked out of the back, and I saw him in the corner of my eye as I put down the eyeliner and picked up a stick of red lipstick.

I touched it to my bottom lip and faced him, dropping the lipstick, and my mouth slightly ajar.

His legs were covered by the sexiest fish nets, a garter belt underneath to hold his thigh high black stockings, a lacey fishnet-like shirt holding every curve of his shoulders, all the way down to the top of his hips.

A D-ring collar hung around his small neck, and his face was confident.

I stuttered as I bent down to pick up my lipstick. "Uh-u. You l-look um" I cleared my throat. "You look really g-good" I swallowed and automatically went back into the small bathroom to apply the very rest of my make up.

I mentally slapped myself. Good going dipshit.

I heard Zim chuckle nervously. "Thankyou" he said sincerely and sat himself down into the couch.

Our bus driver honked the horn and started the bus up, jerking us lightly.

I finished my makeup and sat down next to Zim, turning to him and smiling.

The bus door was yanked open and Brian came in, all decked out in his leather.

A leather buckled corset hugged his waist and showed off the three scars that remained there from five years ago.

I would've looked down in shame and guilt, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he made his way in like a king.

Black pantyhose wrapped themselves around his legs, the top parts ripped.

Leather garters were buckled mid thigh and knee caps were buckled over his knees.

And lastly, big, platform boots reached up to the top of his shins.

He looked almighty, and he looked rather frightening.

I quickly turned away as he looked at me menacingly. Pogo and Ginger didn't follow too long afterwards. Ginger looked pretty normal, a ripped wife beater and leather pants, Pogo just looked eccentric. His face painted white, his contact lenses in, shirtless and with green, latex pants.

Pogo and Ginger sat either side of Zim and I, Brian, he pulled a chair out from the wooden table of the bus and sat in front of us, resting one ankle over his thigh, staring at each and every one of us as the bus lurched forward.

We began driving along the main roads as Brian began to speak.

"You all know the set list right, gentlemen?" He asked, and we all spoke a yes.

He nodded in approval.

"Shits going to be wicked crazy tonight boys, prepare yourselves. Zim." He looked at Timothy and he smiled back at Brian in recognition. "You'll be getting a lot of attention at the meet and greet" Timothy nodded.

Brian looked back to all of us. "I understand that all of you will need to release some energy and more than likely, sperm, go find a strip club and get yourselves a hooker or something. Groupies will not be allowed back to the bus or anywhere else. And no. Fucking. Minors" he growled the last part.

We all knew the basics, no minors or groupies. But I think he knows we're never going to listen to what he says. When it comes to sex, were animals and there's no stopping us. Besides, he's a bit of a hypocrite himself. God knows what he'll get up to in the later hours of the evening, or morning.

We must've sat there in silence for another half hour or so before the bus came to a lurch again, the brake went click, and the bus driver yelled at us.

"Good luck boys! Break a leg!"

I seemed to be the only one who thanked him as I got off the bus and walked to the back of the arena, looking down at my booted feet, making sure that no body could recognise me.

The fans and shit can see me after, right now we have a fuckin show to play.

I could barely remember even getting onto the stage and picking up my bass. I forgot what the fuck those technicians said to me, and I forgot how to be myself.

All I know now is that I'm probably going to piss myself.

Sweat was dripping down my neck, and my head was flipping forward, beads of sweat flying from my dreadlocks into the crowd. And my bladder felt like it was going to burst in any
minute.

The fans were wild, a mosh pit had started in the front, and everyone was just gone.

Brian was screaming his lungs out into the microphone, and the rapid beat of the drums was ringing through my ears and throughout my stomach.

Zim had really gotten into the music and he was just gone as well. He looked so lost yet he continued to look gorgeous as always.

Fucking Brian, ruining our moment yesterday.

As I looked back into the crowd, glowing blonde hair caught my eye at the side of the arena.

I kept playing, trying to keep my chords perfect, but I kept my attention on the short locks that somehow looked familiar.

The head turned but the face was quickly covered by another head in front, and I grunted in frustration, turning my attention now onto the last chord of the song, Sweet Dreams.

I sighed in relief and threw my head back as the bass rang out.

"Thankyou, all you cunts, for being here for us!!" Brian screamed, holding the microphone out to the crowd as they roared with admire.

Brian dropped the microphone and a piercing screech hit the speakers, and we all walked off stage, waving our goodbyes and flipping them off with love of course.

"Jesus Christ, time for the best bit boys!" Pogo yelled excitedly as he slapped my back a little too hard, making me tumble forward into somebody.

It was obviously a male due to how hard I hit the ground when I bumped into him, he was like a fucking brick.

"Fucking hell man, I'm so s-"

My breath hitched in my throat, as I caught a glimpse of that head of blonde hair again, and I snarled at the face to put with it.

"Jeordie, long time no see huh?"

A/N: lmfao wanna take a wild guess who this dude could be?