He's not my dad

Part 46

I lay on my stomach with my head propped up in my hands as I watch tv. Joe is being interviewed on MTV, I feel lawful when I see the purple bruising marring his beautiful face. Somehow he  still looks handsome, he looks rugged and I'm sure girls all over the word will be swooning.

The female presenter Alexa is flirting with him and he's loving it, he's such a charmer you would have to be dead to not be affected by him. When she asks him about his bruises I stop breathing.

"Oh this it's nothing" he says putting his hand up to his face.

"Rumour has it you were seen leaving the club with Taylor from the rich kids last week. Is she the cause " she pushes.

"I left the club with the band, there cool guys. I had had good night" he shows no emotion, he sounds cool and collected.

"So the rumours that you and the lead singer Taylor are involved isn't true"

He shakes his head "it's just that, a rumour"

I'm happy he's put the story to rest, I'm sick of hearing about joe and me. I've read so much crap it's actually laughable. The latest thing I read on Twitter is that i had been cheating on chuck with joe and that was the reason chuck and I split.

Chuck and I hadn't spoken since I punched him, and right now I don't plan on speaking to him again.

Speak of the bastard and he does appear.

"What chuck" I ask as he slides the door open. I feel the annoyance radiating off me.

"I think it's time someone other than you got the big room, your not the star of the fucking band" he slurs.

"I never said I was"

"Sure princess" he's hammered. I can hardly tell what he's saying. I've never seen him bad. He's only just able to stand.

"You can have the room, just give me an hour to pack my stuff" I get up from the bed and start to gather my thing.

"I need it now" he nods behind him. I see a small brunette holding his hand.

"I'm sure she can wait an hour while I pack my things"

He ignores me and pulls the girl in the room.

"Get out, I need to pack my shit" I shout. The woman looks like she's a groupie, she's wearing a band t shirt and is wearing one of our wristbands.

The woman moves past me and sits on the bed. "Hey bitch, you deaf or just dumb. Get the fuck out before your face matches his"

I move closer to her so my face is right in front of hers. I hope I look as intimidating as I think I do.

"He doesn't belong to you, your not with him. He can fuck who he wants and he wants me"

I laugh, I don't sound like myself. My laugh is sinister and cruel. "He can put his dick in whoever he wants. I really could not give two fucks. Right now I'm more concerned about you not getting your diseases riddled pussy juice on my designer clothes"

"What did you say?

"Did you hear what she said, aren't you going to say something" she squeals to chuck who is propping himself up against the wall.

"He just wants to get his dick wet, he doesn't care what you have to say. He probably doesn't know your name" I spit.

"I do " he says as he falls to the floor.

"And what may this piece of trash be called. You will need to know, they ask you about your previous partners at the clap clinic" I walk around them and throw my things in my cases. It doesn't take as long as I had expected but I haven't been gentle. Most of my clothes ate probably ruined thanks to this pair of idiots.

"Maggie may" he says.

"That's a rod Stewart song" I suppress my laugh.

"Baby Jane"

I roll my eyes. "Also rod Stewart song. Although I can see the resemblance between him and this you have here"

The woman's who's name I still do t know lurches at me and pulls me to the floor, her hand are in my hair. It feels like the hair is being pulled from my scalp. Her knees were on my legs pinning me down so I couldn't move. I trash around like a mad woman and try to buck her off me. When I can move a little I slam my head up against hers. Blood squirts from her nose, she grabs it which gives me the chance to move. I grab my handbag and a pair of shoes and go to the of the bus. The guys stare at me with wide eyes, I catch a glimpse of my appearance. My face is bloodied and covered with scratches as are my legs and arms.

"Stop the bus, I'm getting off" I scream.

"Stop now" I shout again.

Finally he does, the bus holts to a stop. The doors open and I walk as quickly as my legs will carry me. I'm happy to see that we're not on a main road, we're just outside of Vegas so I won't have any trouble finding some where I can stay. I slip my pumps on and keep walking, I hear voices behind me calling my name but I don't stop.

I can't be in the band anymore, I can't be around the man I love and watch him self destruct. He's not the man I love anymore, I don't know who he is now. It's killing me, tonight he was cruel. He just stood their and watched while his whore attempted to beat me to a pulp.

Traffic is busy, I'm walking in between lanes. Cars are whizzing past me, only missing me by an inch.

The sound of glass smashing and metal crunching fills my ears. The air leaves my lungs, my body is on fire. Pain tears through me as I fly into the air. It feels like I've been flying for so long, I slam into the hard concrete .

Blue . Red . Blue . Red