Love Bites

Chapter 2

Sav opened his eyes, awakened by the low rising sun of winter. He stirred. His night hasn't been long; Joe and Rick came to his house after the meeting of yesterday to eat, and left late. They tried to avoid the subject, but after speaking about the next album since the start of the evening, the singer approached it, what soon pissed the bassist.

"I don't like her."

His bandmates turned to him: "No shit. Did you see how you talked to her? Relax, man."

"And we saw her not even two hours straight." The drummer carried on: "She is literally going to save you from death."

Joe and Rick scoffed together and Sav bit in his sandwich out of anger. "It's just... I don't want another person to follow me like a dog and comment on all of my movements."

Since the increase of the letters, your uncle insisted on the bodyguard he hired to follow him by car everywhere, and to stay in his car in front of his house during the night. He couldn't say anything against him, he wasn't that invasive, – maybe not enough for the job – but the idea that someone was watching on him only was very unpleasant. Well, a second, added to the stalker.

Rick shared a look with Joe. "Is it just for that? Or is there another reason?"

He sighed to the last-night memories and passed his hand through his messy hair, moving back the sheets on him. He hasn't anything to do today, maybe he could go back to sleep-

He sat back straight.

The stairs.

He swore he heard the stairs crack, and there wasn't any reason it would.

What if it was...?

Then someone knocked. Someone just knocked at his fucking room's door, in his fucking house, while a fucking bodyguard was supposed to do his job. The knocks repeated. It sure was the politest thief.

The bassist didn't move nonetheless. The last ten seconds were damn absurd. The person knocked a third time. And to add to the absurd of the situation – he still didn't know why he did that by the way – he said: "Yes?"

He couldn't believe what he then saw.

You opened the door. "Good morning Savage." You planted yourself in front of his bed. He mindlessly put back the bedsheets in front of his chest. You scoffed in front of the gesture: "You know, if I was the stalker, you would have been dead right now." You mimicked a gun and feigned shooting.

He stayed mouth opened, looking at you. You turned to his window and started to check the mechanism.

Sav seemed to reconnect to the reality; his surprised expression left and anger took him. His cheeks turned pink. He got up, the bedsheet falling in a brushing noise on the floor, and went next to you, in underpants. You didn't look at him, still studying and pushing here and there at the window, trying to find a weak point. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out; he simply didn't know where to start. You suddenly pulled somewhere harder; the window opened itself alone... and dangled miserably on the outside. You threw him a proud face; his fell. You reckoned it was a bit too much for the poor boy at 9 in the morning.

You put back the window enough for the cold not to enter the room; but it was now... broken. The point you wanted to make could have been done in another way, but he didn't want to listen to you so... you had to show him.

He was still looking at you, speechless. You started to have a bit of pity for him. You took the little packet hanging on your belt: "I bought the breakfast if ever."

"You bitch."

Oh, okay.

"Sure, Imma keep those pastries for me."