Let There Be Rock || Bon Scott (Completed)

Chapter 6 - Caught In A Bad Romance

"Sorry you did WHAT?" Melody shrieked as she spit her drink onto the counter. "YOU DID WHAT? WAS HE GOOD?"

"Melody calm down!" I hissed, Adelaide, who was sitting beside me only laughed. Franky held his hand up for a high five, but I gently let his hand down.

"C'mon Angela! Tell us what we wanna hear! Was it good or not?!" Franky asked, standing up and clapping his hands. I rolled my eyes and rested my head in my hands.

"He was good. Never had it better. There. Is that what you wanna hear?" I said, annoyed. I couldn't help but feel akward about the encounter, what do you say about yourself when you have oral sex with the lead singer of your brother's band?

At work, I could barley focus. Luckily, nobody noticed and I could go on with my day as normal. However, I felt I had to tell my friends. They wern't helping much though, they were proud of me. Why?

I knew Bon's reputation got around, and he was known for being good at sex, no wonder why Franky was always checking him out.

"The bar closes earlier tonight. Why don't we have a little party? Saturday nights ain't as fun without my parties." Melody said as she poured herself another drink. I shook my head, and Melody frowned.

"C'mon it'll be fun!" She put on a puppy dog face, causing me to groan. Eventually I accepted, but I had to make her promise that Bon wouldn't be there. Knowing Melody she'd try to pull a fast one.

After a few drinks, I didn't feel as afraid anymore. As usual, Melody was dancing on the tables, as a joke, Franky threw around dollar bills, causing Adelaide to hold her stomach laughing. I became suspicious when the blonde ran off to the bathroom after complaing of a headache. Either she was really sick or it was heroin withdrawal. I'd always tried to get her to stop, but all my attempts were unsuccessful.

I hadn't slept well that night. Melody let me crash at her place since I was so drunk I couldn't remember how to get home, and Melody figured having me stay in her apartment above the bar was easier.

My dreams constantly taunted me with regret. I didn't mind Bon before but now I hated him. I hated him for making me so weak in my knees I broke my vow to myself. I would never sleep with anyone if it wasn't Conner. Ever since he died I'd wanted to remain celibate, but that newfound innocence was chipping away slowly.

Giving up on being able to sleep, I walked sluggishly to the slightly run down but still functional bathroom. I knew Melody wouldn't mind if I took a shower, so I took advantage of that precived kindness. I stripped down and got in, letting out a delighted moan when the water touched my skin. I truly felt horrible about myself. Something was taken from me, but I couldn't blame Bon I guess. Sure, he could look worse if he could, but I said yes to those actions. But I still feel uncomfortable. I hated looking at my body now more then ever.

I woke up the next morning, my hangover kicking my ass. Sometimes I forget how low of a tolerance I have for alcohol, and how shitty I feel when I wake up. Melody was downstairs I assume, serving up whatever customers wanted to day drink, aka the true alcoholics. And these are the real creepy ones too. One time this old man threw a beer bottle at her because she wouldn't show her boobs to him.

I get hit on by patients all the time, but it's nowhere near what she has to go through.