Who would’ve thought I’d be the one sitting at a resort in Bali, at a table of ten where a single dish cost precisely five hundred bucks and watching the lead guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold sing together with the drummer of Mushroomhead. And not like a performance- performance, but like a karaoke performance of Young MC’s Bust a move.

Brian was a bit too drunk, see... Skinny a.k.a. - Steve the drummer, happened to show up from no-fucking-where and completely blow us away with those shots of Patron. Weeelll... Blow Haner away. I didn’t drink, of course, as for him? He drank for us both and for what it seemed all the inhabitants of the island.

What the hell was he even doing? My hand shielded my face from all the shame going on. And what the hell was he even wearing? A hawaiian shirt? Seriously? He tells me I can’t go out looking like Raven McQueen, but he obviously can look like Fluffy – the comedian? I’d better put up with a bit of the Synyster Gates I saw back at our beach house, than... well... this.

„And there’s another word I can’t spell,” Brian kinda rapped out, making Skinny throw his head back, letting out a wild roar of laugh. He was too drunk for me to really comprehend what came out of his mouth and to be honest? I don’t think he knew what the hell he was singing himself. Was that a girl runs up with a somethin’ to prove? ‘Cause I knew the song and I knew the lyrics, but boy, it seemed like he was just kinda dum-dum-dum-duing his way through the song, before he hit the chorus perfectly, „If you want it, hey! You got it,”

„If you want it, baby you got it!” Skinny roared while Brian was really busting a move on the stage with his awesome drunk dance moves. Oh jeez. And when I say awesome, I don’t mean fucking awesome, I mean like when he’ll be sober and looking back on the adventures of today, he’ll wanna punch himself – that kinda ‘awesome’. Why did I have the feeling of this being all over the internet?

My attention was brought from drunk Brian on the stage, to my phone. A notification from facebook? Okay, not that I’m a big fan of facebook, but let’s see what’s the deal. My finger slid over the screen, tapping on the miniature globe. Barbara Moore wants to be your friend. I sighed rolling my eyes. Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen. But what’s this? Is that her daughter in the pic with her?

I tapped on the photo to enlarge it.

As Brian was yelling something about Avenged Sevenfold and Mushroomhead being up on the piece? And sucking on it? I was trying to understand what I saw in my fucking phone.

No, this can’t seem to be right... I tried opening one of the photos with the blonde and my mother, but my phone seemed to like being a stubborn fucking bitch and charge out of the fucking game.

While Brian was ending his little karaoke debut and going to take some photos with some girls, I reached for his iPhone he had left on the table, quickly searching up my mother on facebook. I swiped through the photo’s, not believeing my fucking eyes.

Oh no, no, no, no, no...

Each time I saw that blonde with her, it felt like a mini heart attack. Me and my baby; Me and Alice; Me, hubby and our wonderful Alice...

You had to be fucking kidding me...

Brian was dating my fucking sister? The one I didn’t know about until this moment? I thought I had a fucking brother, or... Did I have both? I really hadn’t cared that much about Barbara back in the day to find out how much misery filled kids she had produced during her high of fucking insanity. But I bet mommy dearest knew her beloved Alice was dating my ex fiancé and she was completely content about the whole fucking thing.

Where did that leave me exactly? Let’s throw an eye into Megan Hills and Brian Haner history, shall we? Okay, so... Brian was married to Michelle, in the mean time having an affair with his homicidal groupie named Kathy what’s-her-face, before Michelle figured she’s a smart cookie and happily divorced Brian’s ass, which lead to him dating me. Then starts the blurry part. I kinda dumped his ass somewhere along the road of Kathy trying to kill me, and then I fucked him, press found out about it, I became the black sheep of the family... Man, the more recent the past, the harder it is to remember it... What happened next? Kathy tried to kill Brian? Yeah, I think that came after it, I saved his fucking life and he ruined mine just months later. He proposed, I said yes, I got pregnant, I lost the baby, had problems remembering anything after that and boom, came back to him dating a fucking supermodel. My sister. So now he’s cheating on my sister with me, his ex fiancé, while my sister is cheating on him with my front man and my ex fuck buddy? Am I setting up the right picture? If that’s so, somebody should write a book about it, ‘cause I’m having problems following the goddamn thing.

I just couldn’t quite wrap my finger around one thing... How did Alice get from Boston to Huntington Beach? Okay, that was a stupid question, knowing mommy dearest was living in LA.

What the hell do I even do now? I had a very wild guess what would happen when press would find out Bri’s still a fucking cheater and he’s fucking two sisters in the same fucking time. That’s some juicy stuff we have there. Oh and one of the sisters is Raven McQueen.

Should I bail? Yeah, right. I can’t bail! I’m Raven fucking McQueen. It would take less than a second to find me! Should I tell we’re only friends and nothing more, even tho the sex is purely mind blowing and I get wet only thinking about the dirty things he’s gonna do to me? Fuck. I can’t believe I had sex with him... I should’ve known better, we can’t bone one another without complications, it’s like a goddamn rule!

„hey, babe,” I felt a pair of heavy arms, land on my shoulders and a wet kiss on my temple, „Enjoyed the show?” I tilted my head back against his chest, „or were you playing the Simpsons... again?” He pointed to his phone.

I smirked, my hand landing on top of his, „I was thinking about the dirty things I’ll do to you once we’ll get back,” I just hoped the old couple sitting next to us was mostly deaf.

For a moment he just watched me, before bending over and whispering in my ear, „I could fuck you...” I felt his hot breath on my cheek and the hot wetness between my legs, „right on this fucking table... Not thinking twice.”

I swallowed thickly, feeling his hands sliding from my shoulders down to my cleavage. This man... Even when drunk of his ass, he could get between the legs of any woman and in particular – me. I melted right at the moment when hand slid behind my bra. The fact that we were in an outside restaurant which was in fact pushing it’s limits and his hand was on my breast, made me jump to my feet a little too quick.

He looked confused, but the confusion grew in to a satisfied grunt when I took his face in my hands and decided to fuck the system by smashing my lips against his. His hands rested on my hips, pulling me in to meet his erection up close. If it wouldn’t be for the flashes around us, I’d slipped out of the dress and fucked him in a restaurant full of people. „Fuck...” I muttered against his lips, knowing those flashes weren’t our best friends.

„Don’t worry... about... it...” He breathed in between the kisses.

Oh, I’m not worried, but you’ll be when you see those photo’s all over the web tomorrow, realizing you’re still officially in a relationship with a nineteen year old. Did that bother me? Fuck no, the only thing bothering me was the clothes on our bodies.

Notes

So recently I re-read some parts of Danger Line and I realized at some of the first chapters it was said Meg had a sister and later out of a sudden this sister grew a dick and turned into a brother, so just, bare with me, okay? It's very hard to remember every single detail... :/

Oh, and I started a new story , don't know how it goes and if it will go at all, but feel free to check out.