After Eternity

Chapter 38

Later, after lunch, on his drive to the O2 where they would be playing, Dave looked at the window rather silent. The way to the pavilion was long, for the traffic was chaotic outside downtown where their hotel was and that gave him time to think rather well about all the events in the morning. He had one and just one idea when he grabbed that plastic bag in his hands. He knew exactly what he was going to do with it, but it made him think about what type of human being Diana's father was and what they would have to deal with.

Revenge? Maybe it has crossed his mind when he found out the truth back in time, but not now. It didn't make any sense to revenge at this point of his life. He had long forgotten the girl, but he would never forget his brother's betrayal. That was the point of his hurt, James behavior. Revenge? No... that was not on his mind at all. They were so far gone from that and turning James into opioids again was just too hideous. He knew he had such a bad time getting out of it and adjusting to a whole new life. And during the period where he was freight train with it, James had been chaotic. He would never want to see him back to it.

He grabbed the bag off his pocket and stared at it in complete awe, but it was a very bad and twisted awe. Constantine must know some pretty ugly shit behind that expensive suit of him. Behind his gentle and polite manners lied a man with a very dangerous mind. Dave closed his hand around it and shoved the product back in his pocket and stared at the street again. Processed cocaine... he thought. Then he shook his head all alone as if not believing it. Then, a curved smile formed in his lips, back in the day, they would have such a party with this little pills. They would each take one gladly just for fun. They had all been like that... reckless, wild and even destructive. Not now... they were all far from being these self-destructive human beings.

When the black van parked in the underground garage of the pavilion, Dave opened the door and got out. Having played that venue a couple of times, he needed no one to take him to backstage. He knew right where to go. When he reached the corridor where their rooms were located, he started walking even faster. He hurried. He saw Cliff's name on one of the doors and knocked. For sure he was already there. Of his bandmates, he was the one to arrive last all the time.

"Cliff..." Dave knocked stronger and called his name. "Cliff..." He called again impatiently. He didn't want to wait more. "Are you there motherfucker?" Dave said trying to listen to anything with his ear glued on the door. "Fuck.." He muttered unable to hear a sound coming from inside Cliff's resting room.

"I'm here!" He heard him exclaiming, but the voice coming from the corridor. Dave looked back to find Cliff coming out of the toilets. "Hey..." He greeted his bandmate by punching his arm lightly. "Ready for rock n' roll tonight?" Cliff smiled.

"Yeah..." Dave grabbed his arm and opened the door of Cliff's resting room and pushed him inside.

"Hey..." Cliff protested being completely dragged inside by Dave's tight grip on his arms. "What the fuck?" He curled an eyebrow.

"Listen... I have something important to talk to you." Dave blurted slamming the door shut.

"What is it?" Cliff asked as Dave sounded really serious. He pulled his pack of cigarettes off his pocket and put one at the corner of his lips, lighting it up after.

"Diana's father looked for me this morning..." Dave started. Cliff blew the smoke he had dragged out really fast.

"Diana's father?" He asked baffled with the sudden revelation. "What the fuck did he want?" Cliff sat and took another drag of his cigarette. Dave pulled a black stool and sat in front of him.

"He wanted to give me this..." He said taking a hand to his pocket and showing it at Cliff.

Cliff frowned. "What is that?" He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. "Pills... What is this?" He insisted.