Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 23:05:06 GMT -5
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The scene opens as I am sitting here in one of the many nightclubs I own across the United States wearing my sleeveless blue denim jacket, a pair of blue denim jeans and a pair of black steel toe capped punk combat boots. Obviously the nightclub I’m in is the one in Rhode Island, because this Sunday’s edition of Slam hails from Providence. I’m not on the card, however I will be there at the show, whether I host another edition of Too Drunk To Chat or not, I really couldn’t give a fuck as there are more important things on my mind right now. I take hold of the bottle of Jack Daniels, which is half empty, and I pour the dark brown bourbon liquid into the empty glass I hold in my other hand. I knock the whole thing back as my best friend and main bouncer, Curtis Hughes enters the main part of the club that I am currently sitting in. Dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, a pair of white sneakers, a baggy white shirt and a black leather jacket, he’s just come from getting changed into his casual clothes after finishing his shift. He notices me and seems surprised as I wasn’t here when he went to get changed, he then walks over to me and sits down beside me and says.
“Sup boss, you doin’ okay?”
I pour another whisky whilst shaking my head before saying.
“No Curtis…I’m not okay…”
I knock back the alcohol as Curtis states.
“I feel ya dawg, Frank told me you got yo ass shot by that girl you been seein’…what’s up wit dat man?”
A fake smirk crosses my lips as I stare blankly at the empty glass I hold in my hand and I respond with.
“Fake rounds…but I kinda wish she did shoot me for real…because I feel like she ripped out my damn heart. But I can’t stay mad at her, because the way she is now isn’t her doing, it’s someone else’s…”
Curtis shakes his head a little before getting to his feet and patting me on the shoulder before he says to me.
“Homie, if I was you…I’d go and tell her how much you mean to her…”
I pour yet another whisky and knock it back; I shake my head and state.
“It won’t change anything…not to mention I have no idea where she’ll be…”
Curtis smirks a little, shaking his head and saying.
“You know, there’s no harm in trying…plus…aint WCF holding a House Show tonight at the same arena that this Sunday’s Slam is airing from? I bet you she’s there. But anyway, I’m out dawg, peace…”
Curtis turns around and leaves the building as I let his words sink into my brain. He’s right, I should go and find Mack…or Violet…whatever she wants to call herself, and fucking tell her how much I care about her, even if she just shrugs off everything I tell her, it’s still worth a try, anything to save this relationship.
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The scene re-opens to the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island where WCF are currently holding a House Show a couple of hours later and I am here standing in front of a locker room, I look at the name on the door which reads ‘Violet’, so I take a deep breath and open the door to find her sitting at a table, looking into a mirror putting make-up on. She glares at me through the mirror as I close the door behind me, before she can utter a word I cut her off.
“Listen Mack…sorry Violet…I just want to get a few things off my chest and then I’ll be gone…all I ask for is a few minutes of your time…”
She rolls her eyes and goes back to putting on her make-up so I continue.
“I don’t know what Lilith has said to you about me…I don’t know what she has put into your head but it’s not true. I searched for you…every single fucking day I searched for you. I couldn’t sleep, I sat up all night…every night wondering where you were…wondering if you were safe…Hell wondering if you were even still alive!”
I look at her as she continues to put on her make-up, seemingly ignoring every damn word I’m saying to her, am I wasting my time? No! I can’t think like that. I sit down on a chair before continuing.
“You know, when I married Tori, I thought I had married my soul mate…when Charity was born…I felt like my life was complete…the moment I saw her, I thought to myself, she’s my blood, I helped create this beautiful baby girl. And then my entire life came crumbling down on top of me when I found out that my ‘soul mate’ had been sleeping around behind my fucking back…and that Charity…the little girl that I helped her fucking raise…wasn’t even my own! And every night when working at my nightclub, every single fucking night, the same old big breasted bimbo’s who couldn’t tell their ass from their elbow would flirt with me, compliment me and then ask if I wanted to fuck them at their place, or my place or even in the fucking toilets! And where a lot of guys would have jumped at the chance to fuck some drunk stupid girl, I never did, because I didn’t want that…and then one night…I met someone…and she was different…that woman was you. The moment you and I connected that night, I felt like a new man…and I’ll be damned if I am going to let you rip my heart out like Tori did!”
Again, she gives me no reaction whatsoever, but I’m adamant that I’m going to tell her everything I want to say to her so I continue.
“Remember that night when we were kissing and you suddenly rushed to the bathroom…and I thought it was because I was moving too fast and you didn’t want to move that quick? I told you right then and there that if you wanted to wait…I’d have no problem with it…and that’s because I fucking care about you! I wasn’t like those other guys who ran a mile when they realised you weren’t like the girls they’re used to dating…because I fucking care about you!”
I get to my feet and begin to make my way towards the door to her locker room, I then turn back around and finish off my speech.
“You know, that night, I was going to say something to you…but you stopped me from saying it...I said it to you on Twitter too…but I’m going to say it now because I want you to hear me say it…and I fear that I may have lost you forever already, which makes me want to say it even more so you know. I love you…there I said it…I fucking love you!”
I then open her door and exit the locker room, slamming the door behind me and I suddenly find myself face to face with Lilith who has a large grin on her face. She then begins mocking that she’s crying before she says.
“Aww…is little Steeley upset that he lost his precious girlfriend?”
I feel my blood begin to boil as my fists slowly ball up, I then respond to her through gritted teeth and say.
“I have nothing…to say to you…”
I then barge past her and storm down the corridor as she just laughs and enters Mack’s…sorry Violet’s locker room as the scene fades.
The scene opens as I am sitting here in one of the many nightclubs I own across the United States wearing my sleeveless blue denim jacket, a pair of blue denim jeans and a pair of black steel toe capped punk combat boots. Obviously the nightclub I’m in is the one in Rhode Island, because this Sunday’s edition of Slam hails from Providence. I’m not on the card, however I will be there at the show, whether I host another edition of Too Drunk To Chat or not, I really couldn’t give a fuck as there are more important things on my mind right now. I take hold of the bottle of Jack Daniels, which is half empty, and I pour the dark brown bourbon liquid into the empty glass I hold in my other hand. I knock the whole thing back as my best friend and main bouncer, Curtis Hughes enters the main part of the club that I am currently sitting in. Dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, a pair of white sneakers, a baggy white shirt and a black leather jacket, he’s just come from getting changed into his casual clothes after finishing his shift. He notices me and seems surprised as I wasn’t here when he went to get changed, he then walks over to me and sits down beside me and says.
“Sup boss, you doin’ okay?”
I pour another whisky whilst shaking my head before saying.
“No Curtis…I’m not okay…”
I knock back the alcohol as Curtis states.
“I feel ya dawg, Frank told me you got yo ass shot by that girl you been seein’…what’s up wit dat man?”
A fake smirk crosses my lips as I stare blankly at the empty glass I hold in my hand and I respond with.
“Fake rounds…but I kinda wish she did shoot me for real…because I feel like she ripped out my damn heart. But I can’t stay mad at her, because the way she is now isn’t her doing, it’s someone else’s…”
Curtis shakes his head a little before getting to his feet and patting me on the shoulder before he says to me.
“Homie, if I was you…I’d go and tell her how much you mean to her…”
I pour yet another whisky and knock it back; I shake my head and state.
“It won’t change anything…not to mention I have no idea where she’ll be…”
Curtis smirks a little, shaking his head and saying.
“You know, there’s no harm in trying…plus…aint WCF holding a House Show tonight at the same arena that this Sunday’s Slam is airing from? I bet you she’s there. But anyway, I’m out dawg, peace…”
Curtis turns around and leaves the building as I let his words sink into my brain. He’s right, I should go and find Mack…or Violet…whatever she wants to call herself, and fucking tell her how much I care about her, even if she just shrugs off everything I tell her, it’s still worth a try, anything to save this relationship.
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The scene re-opens to the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island where WCF are currently holding a House Show a couple of hours later and I am here standing in front of a locker room, I look at the name on the door which reads ‘Violet’, so I take a deep breath and open the door to find her sitting at a table, looking into a mirror putting make-up on. She glares at me through the mirror as I close the door behind me, before she can utter a word I cut her off.
“Listen Mack…sorry Violet…I just want to get a few things off my chest and then I’ll be gone…all I ask for is a few minutes of your time…”
She rolls her eyes and goes back to putting on her make-up so I continue.
“I don’t know what Lilith has said to you about me…I don’t know what she has put into your head but it’s not true. I searched for you…every single fucking day I searched for you. I couldn’t sleep, I sat up all night…every night wondering where you were…wondering if you were safe…Hell wondering if you were even still alive!”
I look at her as she continues to put on her make-up, seemingly ignoring every damn word I’m saying to her, am I wasting my time? No! I can’t think like that. I sit down on a chair before continuing.
“You know, when I married Tori, I thought I had married my soul mate…when Charity was born…I felt like my life was complete…the moment I saw her, I thought to myself, she’s my blood, I helped create this beautiful baby girl. And then my entire life came crumbling down on top of me when I found out that my ‘soul mate’ had been sleeping around behind my fucking back…and that Charity…the little girl that I helped her fucking raise…wasn’t even my own! And every night when working at my nightclub, every single fucking night, the same old big breasted bimbo’s who couldn’t tell their ass from their elbow would flirt with me, compliment me and then ask if I wanted to fuck them at their place, or my place or even in the fucking toilets! And where a lot of guys would have jumped at the chance to fuck some drunk stupid girl, I never did, because I didn’t want that…and then one night…I met someone…and she was different…that woman was you. The moment you and I connected that night, I felt like a new man…and I’ll be damned if I am going to let you rip my heart out like Tori did!”
Again, she gives me no reaction whatsoever, but I’m adamant that I’m going to tell her everything I want to say to her so I continue.
“Remember that night when we were kissing and you suddenly rushed to the bathroom…and I thought it was because I was moving too fast and you didn’t want to move that quick? I told you right then and there that if you wanted to wait…I’d have no problem with it…and that’s because I fucking care about you! I wasn’t like those other guys who ran a mile when they realised you weren’t like the girls they’re used to dating…because I fucking care about you!”
I get to my feet and begin to make my way towards the door to her locker room, I then turn back around and finish off my speech.
“You know, that night, I was going to say something to you…but you stopped me from saying it...I said it to you on Twitter too…but I’m going to say it now because I want you to hear me say it…and I fear that I may have lost you forever already, which makes me want to say it even more so you know. I love you…there I said it…I fucking love you!”
I then open her door and exit the locker room, slamming the door behind me and I suddenly find myself face to face with Lilith who has a large grin on her face. She then begins mocking that she’s crying before she says.
“Aww…is little Steeley upset that he lost his precious girlfriend?”
I feel my blood begin to boil as my fists slowly ball up, I then respond to her through gritted teeth and say.
“I have nothing…to say to you…”
I then barge past her and storm down the corridor as she just laughs and enters Mack’s…sorry Violet’s locker room as the scene fades.
