I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 3

"Liz, are you okay," I hear faintly from Corey.

"Hm," I hum, opening my eyes.

"Are you okay, you have bruises on you," he says, concern laced in his voice and in his eyes.

"Yeah, I just fell and landed on something," I lie, sitting up.

"And the black eye," he asks.

"I slipped in the bathroom and my eye hit the sink," I lie again, him taking my hand that's not on my rib.

"You know, you can tell anyone of us anything, anytime. You don't need to keep secrets," he says, me smiling.

"I know, you told me a thousand times before," I say, him pulling me in for a hug. 

I stop breathing and hug him, not wanting this hug to be painful. I let go and let go of the breath I held, all of them sitting in their spots. Jim sits by me and he puts his arms on the side of the wheelbarrow, leaning to put his chin on his forearms.

"Is a wheelbarrow really that comfortable to sit in and even sleep in," he asks, me laughing.

"I've sat in so many wheelbarrows in my life. That's one of the nice parts of living in the country, you get wheelbarrow rides around town," I say, him laughing.

"I don't think I can fit in that, though. I'm too tall," he says, me rolling my eyes.

"How tall are you," I ask.

"6 foot 6," he says, making my eyes go wide.

"Really? I thought you were 6 foot and then some," I say, him laughing.

"Where did you come from? Georgia," he jokes.

"Wisconsin. One state up and to the right on the map," I say, Corey looking at me.

"I thought you were born here," he says.

"Nope. That's why I also have a different accent than all of you. Not by much, but it's different," I say, Jim offering me a beer. The boys all have one, but I take it and hit the top of Corey's, quickly handing it back and putting my thumb over part of it, the foam spraying all over Corey's shirt.

"You ass," he says, doing the fan thing with his shirt.

"Don't get too close to the fire," Sid jokes, all of us laughing but Corey.

"Next time, you're going in the ditch," he says, me smiling.

"Ah, the ditch. Which one? The one where I dumped you or Shawn or both of you," I ask, him laughing along with Shawn.

"Both," he says, the beer stain gone, but the smell still there.

"Damnit, now I smell like beer," he says, me taking off my sweatshirt and handing it to him.

"Am I really going to fit into this," he asks, slipping it on.

"Yes you are," I say, it fitting perfectly.

-night-

I yawn and look at the fire, getting sleepy when I should be home staying up. Fuck it, I'm staying out here or going with one of the boys or going back to Claire. And the chirping of crickets with the crackling of the fire plus the security of the guys around me plus the warmth of the fire makes me sleepier. To be honest, sleeping on the ground is better than being anywhere near Arron, especially when he's evolved to breaking ribs without mercy.

"Liz," Shawn starts, me perking up.

"Yes," I say.

"Just to tell you, we're going on tour next week. So we're not going to be here for about a month," he says, me putting on a sad face.

"But you can't leave me. I'll be bored mindless for a whole damn month," I say, him looking down.

"I know. But, there's one spot left on the bus, and we usually keep that open, but all of us were thinking about taking you with," he says, me gasping.

"Really? I get to tour with the legendary Slipknot for a month," I say, the gasp a bad idea.

"Legendary? No, not legendary. But yes, we were talking about taking you with," Shawn says, me smiling.

"I'll go, but I'm staying with my fellow maggots in the pit," I say, all of them laughing.

"Hope you don't die in the first leg," Sid says, me laughing.

"Ha! Me? A Mosh Pit legend die? No way in hell," I say, Craig laughing, the first time in hours.

"That's funny Liz. No, you're not a mosh pit legend, I am," he says, me raising my eyebrows.

"I agree to disagree. If you think about it, you would be very bad at a mosh pit because of your mask," I say, him pausing and thinking about it.

"You're right, but I think Sid would be best out of all of us," he says, Sid looking at him with wide eyes.

"What? No, I wouldn't last one minute in those," he says, shaking his head.

"Oh come on, you literally jump off two story buildings in concerts. I think you would survive at least an hour," I say, him agreeing.

I hear the crunching of leaves so I look over to where I heard them, seeing Arron.