When a teenage grunge helping backstage at a rave is mistaken as a certain photographer's girlfriend, let's just say her life flips upside down. Drugs, music, and money aren't the only things she is exposed to, but perhaps the true heart of a man fo...
Gustav was wriggling in the clutches of Ski Mask. They were brawling it out. Gus was going crazy, spitting and screaming and throwing punches. Some connected with the man's flesh and others bounced off his muscular body. He kept screaming for Members Only to leave me alone. My eyes bulged as I watched GBC being torn apart. Jahseh had tackled Wigs to the floor and was wrestling with him. Wicca and Tracy danced with two others. They seemed to be the ones winning out of GothBoiClique. I, for sure, was not.
"Don't focus on them, sweetheart. Focus on your breathing." Vonya mocked me. She laughed like a mental patient who had escaped the hospital. The knife kept pressing and pressing into my skin. I was starting to get nervous now. My eyes shifted around her but with each rapid movement, she got closer to my face. The spitting wasn't working anymore. She was no longer disgusted. I had tried to reach her throat with my fingernails but somehow she could avoid that danger. I am utterly screwed here with nobody to save me. Only my words.
"You gonna kill me?" Her expression hardened.
"That's a possibility."
"No it's not." She looked at me oddly and stepped back, but the blade never gave me air.
"Are you positive?"
"Yes." Although the guys are tied up at the moment, I know they will prevail. "They won't let it happen." I said it with complete confidence in GBC.
"Oh, you really think that?"
"I do."
"So who is it that will come to your rescue, damsel in distress? Goth? Coldhart? Horsehead?" She tied to break me down but I still had my own strength. I was saving it for the right time when I had a clear shot at her skull. "How about Peep, will he save your ass?" I saw Wiggy switch up positions with Jah. He was now on top but his camera was shattered on the ground. A sly smirk crept upon my lips.
"I think I can take care of myself." She turned her head slightly to see the commotion but Wigs was already on his feet. He rammed into her side, knocking the wind from her lungs.
"Stay the fuck off of her!" He screeched like a banshee. I stared at the scene unfolding, mouth ajar and shock spiraling through my body. He punched her repetitively and square in the nose each time. Jahseh went toward him but I intercepted.
"I don't think so." I said and swung. Wiggy had renewed my confidence. He ducked but when he stood straight again his eyes were wide. I spoke before he could say a word. "I fight for who I love. That isn't you." I shoved him to the ground but it was as if he were letting me. He was still shocked that I would fight back. "Hit me!" I dared him, standing over him like a statue.
"I can't." He cowered back.
"Then you better not touch anyone of these men that I ride with. Get the fuck out of here!"
"Clea!" Wiggy's sharp cry warned me a tad late. Vonya crashed on to my back, her dagger slicing my cheek.
"You fucking bitch!" Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I threw her over my shoulder onto the hard gravel ground. She landed with a thud but started to sit back up and gain her footing when I clipped the toe of my shoe with her chin. She grit her teeth as she fell back. "Stay down unless you want more, you pussy!" I put my heel on her chest. My vocal cords were blazing but I didn't stop shouting at her. Anger swelled and swirled in my head. The guys in Members Only watched the scene but did nothing about it. Everyone just sort of...stopped. Vonya breathed in fast and looked scared, more surprised, just like everyone else. I looked around with a furrowed brow. "Go away." After nothing happened I dug my shoe deeper into Vonya's body. "Now!" The guys immediately made their way back to where they had come from, leaving my men the hell alone. I let up my foot and Vonya stood.
"We're not done here."
"Oh yea?" I punched her in the boob and she whimpered. "I think we are." She glared after her recovery and strutted away. I know that as soon as she turns the corner she'll cry. Gustav rushed over to me.
"Babe, oh my gosh, are you okay." He hugged me and I winced.
"I'm a bit bruised but I'm alright." I lied. The cut was stinging and he noticed. His hand went up to the place where I had been harmed but his fingertips only hovered around it. Distress inflated in his pupils. "Gussie, it's fine." I forced a smile. Wigs was brushing himself off and assessing his camera.
"Shit, man. It's shot." I felt his pain. Photography used to be my passion.
"Do you have a spare?" Tracy conduled with him.
"Of course," He shrugged. "but this was my best one. That's why I brought it on tour with me."
"Well lucky for you, the tour's over." Horsehead pat his back.
"True." The videographer paused. "They had weapons." There was silence between the lot of us. "She hurt you Clea and I feel responsible. I feel so much guilt."
"Wigs, don't." I tried to stop him but it didn't work.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Wiggy. Really, it is." I went over and hugged him tightly, pulled back and gazed into his eyes, and then smoothed his hair. "This is all over now."
"Thanks to you." He said with a half moon of a grin. I smiled back.
"I smell a group hug." Wicca prompted. Everyone closed in around us two. "Mmm, Wiggy, you smell good." We all giggled and continued our walk to the bar like nothing had happened. I found my way back to Peep and took his hand in mine.
"Cheesy fries?"
"Cheesy fries." The muncher confirmed with a nod. I closed my eyes and smiled. Before I knew it I was off my feet and in his tatted arms. My life isn't so bad.
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