I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 1

I check the time and it reads 8 pm. Enough time for me to slip out before Arron comes downstairs. I stand silently and walk to the door, putting on my shoes and coat, seeing the snow lightly falling to the ground. I unlock the door and open it, Arron grabbing a fist of my hair and tugging it, pulling me away from the door. He closes it and walks to me, my eyes falling to the ground.

"Were you going to leave without my permission," he asks, grabbing my upper arms tight enough for me to get bruises.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I say, quietly, not looking up.

"Liar! You said that countless times before," he says, letting go and raising his fist. 

It comes down and impacts with my eye, knocking me to the ground. I fall on my ass and cover my eye, trying hard not to cry. It happens so many times, but I can barely take the pain. He stands over me and punches me again, this time making my nose bleed badly. 

I cover my nose and face, rolling on my side. I curl up and he kicks me in the back, right on the spine, then on the upper hip. He stops and I close my eyes, hearing him walk into the living room.

"You can go, but after you clean the mess," he says, my blood on the hardwood.

I stand and cover my nose, rushing to the bathroom. I get the Clorox wipes and take two, leaving them on the counter while I stop the bleeding in my nose. It stops and I go back to the kitchen, seeing a small amount of blood on the floor. I crouch down and wipe it up, throwing the wipes away and going back to the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

I quickly put on concealer over my black eye and put some setting powder on, unlocking and opening the door. I take off my coat and see the bruises, seeing one of my sweatshirts and putting it on. I put on my coat over my sweatshirt and open the front door, walking out and onto the sidewalk. 

I walk down and few blocks and hear talking and the laughing of my friends. I put my hair down and put on an army hat with a painter's bill, sticking my hands in my sweatshirt pocket and walking into the woods. 

I take a deer trail and enter our fire spot, seeing a nice fire in the middle with 7 of my friends around it. I sneak up behind Shawn and put a finger to my lips, the other men keeping quiet and talking more about the new songs. I grab his shoulders and he jumps, turning his head to see who it was.

"Liz," he says, me sitting next to him and crossing my ankles.

"It's been a while," I say, smiling.

"It sure fuckin' has," Sid says, laughing.

"Where's Corey," I ask, seeing my axe leaning against my seat.

"He's getting someone who's joining," Sid says, me hearing the crunching of snow.

"I got him," I hear Corey say, me looking over to see who he got. Another man who's about 6 foot and then some walks behind him, ducking under branches while Corey walks to me.

"Who's this angel in my spot," he asks, me laughing.

"Angel? No," I say, moving to my spot. I sit down and the new guy sits next to me, putting his hands in his pockets.

"What's your name, newbie," I ask, him looking down to look at me.

"Jim. I'm guessing you're Liz," he says, me nodding.

"In the flesh," I say, the sun gone and the stars out and bright. I can't wait for the time.

---time skip---

It's midnight, the fire's still burning steadily and Jim and I have gotten along well. Corey stands and stretches, and so does everyone else, doing it creepily as well.

"What's happening," Jim asks, me standing and grabbing the axe. I step back and all of them pounce on Jim, two people grabbing each limb and forcing him to the ground. He struggles and I step to one side of him, the axe in my hand.

"What are you doing Liz," he asks, me taking the axe with both hands and looking into his eyes. I silently tell him to stay still and trust me, and he does so.

"Say goodnight," I say, bringing down the axe and just missing his neck. It gets planted a few centimetres away from the edge of his neck and I step around him, everyone letting go of him.

"Good job, you trusted us," I say, giving him a hand up. He takes it and stands up, letting go of my hand after.

"Did you do that to everyone, or am I the first," he asks.

"We did it to everyone. It was actually my idea and Shawn put it into motion by letting me do it to Corey," I say, Corey smiling and rubbing the side of his neck.

"She almost got me too," he says, telling the story of how I almost killed him. I look away and my face falls, thinking about how I wish that was me and how I wish I ended it years ago. Shawn sees my face and puts a hand on my shoulder gently, me smiling and looking at him.