Scotch and Soda (A.T.)

17 | Psychotic Girl

Alex

3 years ago

It was August 2011, we'd just came from a gig. Lollapalooza 2011...no big deal right? It was supposed to be. The boys and I went to bar as usual every few gigs. This girl I sat by had long dark hair with red streaks. She had lightly tanned skin with muddy green eyes. She was wearing spike studded black skinny jeans and a long lean tank top.

'Hi,' she said before she took drink of her Corona Extra still looking at me. I'll admit this girl had some spunk. I'd broken up with Alexa Chung not too long ago. But this wasn't a relationship, this was obviously going to be a one night stand. Little did I know that this would be the greatest mistake of me life. The night went by fast talking about different types of music. She had a thing for AC-DC and Queen. Then afterwards we got bored, so we headed to the hotel. Fuck, I was nearly wasted that night but it was the morning that I will never forget. We fucked like any one night stand. It was nearly six in the morning when I woke up to the most cutting pain and found cuts on me chest, bleeding. I looked at her across the room where she was laughing, holding a knife. I nearly screamed in pain.

'What the fuck!' I screamed, 'Bitch!' She'd calmed down her laughter a bit.

'Oh come on Al, baby, we were having fun last night.' She grinned.

'I don't even remember, I'm bleeding. Fuck me head!'

'I placed some aspirin or you British folks call it paracetamol or is different?'-did I mention she was American?-'Whatever you call it, it's on the bedside if you can reach it...without wincing.' She started laughing again. Boy, Alex you sure know how to pick the crazy ones. But she'd seemed fine last night. I started to feel like Clint Eastwood in Play Misty for Me.

'We had some S&M last night and I'm not talking about Spaniards and Mexicans.' She giggled, but I had no time for jokes as I was pissed off and in serious pain and I was still bleeding.

'What are you going on about?' She suddenly stopped laughing and became serious.

'I let you dominate me last night...tie me up, spank me, and bark orders at me...' She trailed on.

'This is not the same...you fucking agreed to that.' I managed to get up and close to her. When she placed the knife to her stomach,

'Ah-ah, one more step and I will stab myself and scream bloody murder.' She was in nothing but her all black lingerie. All black like her soul. It suddenly came to me that she might be mentally ill. She was after all still grinning.

'Paige, I don't have time for this.' I went straight to the shower which was my biggest mistake ever...for two reasons: one, it hurt like hell and two, when I got done with my shower I came in the room to find my underwear and trousers when I saw out of nowhere, Paige coming at me with the knife. Before I knew it, the knife was in 'er. I dialled 999 and told them the hotel address and room number. I got dressed and made my way out. I know I'm a knob for doing this but I couldn't stay. I thought about the band and I knew I would end of bleeding later. She'd cut me deep and I haven't got the time right now to tend to them properly. I'll always know it was me who killed her. The only one who knows is Miles and I and it's a secret we've vowed to keep.

Present

'Excuse me, I'll just be in the loo.' I said clutching the phone angrily. Once I closed the door behind me, I knew I had to calm myself and not let the anger take over so I took a deep breath before I put the phone to me ear, 'Paige.'

'You remember me Al?' I could practically hear her smiling over the phone, 'I miss you so much. I want to see you in person. Are you available tomorrow?'

'I go back to England tomorrow. What do you want?' I was getting really irritated. I thought she was dead and now she's come back to mess with me. To tempt me away from Andromeda. I have to stray away from my past but it seems like mine and Andy's past is coming back to haunt us. But unlike Andromeda, I've managed to lock away my past which is now being unlocked by the woman who I thought was dead.

'I just want to see you, it's been a long time.' Her voice was all seductive and breathy, 'A little birdy told me that you were done with the tours and very recently in the US for a girl. I hope it's me.' She's smiling again.

'I'll meet you in a few minutes where ever you want.' I snapped, irritated at what she suggested.

'Meet me at the café down the street.'

'Fine,' I groaned.

--

'Here I was, waiting when I finally found her in a black crop top and skinny black jeans with motorcycle boots. She dyed her hair black since I last saw her. I was actually surprised that she had the tenacity to wear a crop top where I saw the scar of the knife near her bellybutton. Whereas I was very self-conscience to show mine. She was lightly tanned and on the chair she was sitting in was a leather jacket. When we were together, that's what I liked about her, she was also a punk and that she didn't give a shite about anything.

I sat across from her at the table she picked out. She reached across the table to touch my hand at which I pulled back not wanting to touch her traitorous hands. She frowns and my scowl becomes deep, 'What do you want? Why have you come back into me life, just when I've done just fine without you.' She smiled.

'You don't have to be like that. You know you had fun with me. We had fun until you...you know...you stabbed me...Literally!' She'd said the last word in a slightly gleeful tone.

'If you're still pissed off at me for stabbing you, why are you here?' I snapped again. I just wanted Andromeda back and somehow I knew this visit was connected.

'Remember that little birdy from before?' Her face became serious but her eyes smiled with joy, 'The same one wants me to keep an eye on you.'

'So this does have to do with Andromeda...' I said nonchalantly. Paige just silently nodded her head a yes. I was sick of these games, 'Atticus...' I muttered angrily.

'Who do you think brought me back to life?' She grinned again as she delighted in my misery, 'I owed him a favour and he called me. But this wasn't for him, this is for another.'

'Luke...' She nodded her head as I didn't need to guess who sent her.

'You'll get a call before you leave tonight to inform you of a meeting in the UK and some other things.'

'And what if I don't comply with these...things?'

'Don't make me answer your cliché question, Turner.' She narrowed her eyes and looked at me with disgust, 'Look, I'd love to stay and chat some more but I have to go and pack. See you around.' She got up and grabbed her leather jacket off the chair.

'Going somewhere?' I said calmly, but slightly curious. She smirked.

'Something like that.' With those words, she walked out of the café. I was still sitting in the chair wanting the call to come sooner rather than later.

Andromeda

I was scared to death. Atticus was dead. His blood was literally on my hands and my face. I sat there rooted in my place unable to move with the exception of my body trembling with fear. I looked up at Luke who was looking at me with amusement at my reaction. It was what he wanted. He smirked and sat down in front of me.

'Now here's how it's gonna go darling. You're going to come with me. Tomorrow, you and I are going to meet up with your boyfriend and his new girlfriend. You're going to break up with him. You're going to come back to me and continue to live life with me as your boyfriend. You go near or meet up with Turner, monkey boy is going to end up dead.' His smirk turned into a grin as he started to trace circles on my thighs. I was repelled by his touch as he'd instilled the same fear as I had for Atticus. Except judging by what I just saw, I believe he did have the willpower to kill Alex. I could feel a tear escape my eye and flow down my cheek.

'What do you want from me?' I said softly, barely audible.

'You.' He'd said with sincerity in his eyes, 'Only you. I shot Atticus because he wants what I want. Like me, he's not the kind to give up either. He will keep going and going until you surrender to him. I'm not going to tolerate that shit. Somebody had to put him down for what he did to you...the abuse.'