High Voltage

„I need a hero, to save me now, a hero to...” Wow, that’s a really graphic scene I just read, „It’s just another kill, the countdown starts to destroy us all—„ My singing along with the stereo was cut off at the exact moment when I turned a page of that Fifty Shades of Grey book. Whoever wrote it... I really want to shake their hand. This was kinda even turning me on. I looked up from the couch to see Brian with his finger on the volume button.

„Come on dude, don’t be a buzz kill...” I tapped my foot along the silent rhythm of the song, returning back to Christian and his lack of Christianity.

„Did you take the test?”

„Nope,” I popped the ‘p’, turning the page.

„Why are you being so fucking stubborn?”

„’Cause I know I’m not pregnant,” I tried explaining it to him at least a dozen times over the last couple of days, but he just didn’t listen to me. I’d know if I was pregnant, thank you very much. Where did he even get the absurd idea? I told him I’m having my fucking period, should I shove the bloody tampon in his face as well? Because... No problem dude. The fact that I wasn’t smoking was simply ‘cause I fucking didn’t feel like it and craving meat? Okay, fine, that was a bit strange for me, since I was a vegetarian for a little over ten years, but fuck those cows! Who knew they were this fucking delicious?

He graced me with a patient stare, before the volume went way up, „Thank you! And before you throw a hissy fit and storm out, can you leave a fifty for me?” I’m so craving a pizza right now. I turned a couple of pages of the book to get to the good parts of some mister Grey wickedness. Who even needed porn when you had this fucking book. The best sixteen bucks I’d spend in a good while, yes, exactly ‘would’ if I’d bought the book, but sadly that wasn’t the case. I found it on Brian’s coffee table, happily chilling around next to another chick flick. I figured these to be Alice’s.

I heard the front door slam shut and somehow I got the idea of me being left without a fifty on the kitchen island. I sighed. Just a day back here in Huntington Beach and he’s already pissed. I told this is gonna fucking happen! I fucking told him, who the fuck re-proposes in Bali? This was so bound to happen!

I threw the book away to slowly stand up from the couch and manage my way to the kitchen. Those fucking period cramps, I mean... son of a bitch they hurt, so he’d better left me that fifty or I’m so gonna blow up his phone with whatever obscenities I could come up with, ‘cause god knew I’m so not going to an ATM just to come back here and order the fucking pizza.

As I rubbed the lower part of my belly, I stumbled over a note he’d left on the kitchen island. Along with the fifty. And a pregnancy test. I couldn’t bare but roll my eyes as I picked up the piece of paper, before reading out loud, „Do the test or I’ll personally make sure you’ll do it,” I scoffed, „Yeah, as if...” But that wasn’t everything,

Going to Matt’s, stocked up your drawer with all those Hershey’s, Pop Tarts and other junk you like so much. Restocked Advil and bought the Girl With a Dragon Tattoo for you to watch while I’m gone..
Love you, but get that fucking test over with!
-Brian.

Yeah, as if bribing me would do any good. I sighed walking up to the cupboard where he usually kept all his medicine. I almost was thinking to get a ladder so I’d reach my Advil, but when I opened the cupboard, a wide smile took over my face, seeing how he’d placed my favorite pills on the lower shelf. While I moved around the kitchen zone, popping the pills, I figured to make sure he’s not lying with my junk drawer and yes, I had a junk drawer which either me or Brian usually stocked up with all the possible sweets for me to chew on when I’m upset, mad or simply having my period. I can’t believe he remembered about it, tho. And I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the chocolaty wonder of Nutella hiding there! Oh. My. God. I love the dude.

I picked up the pregnancy test, holding it in my fingers. There’s no fucking way I’m pregnant, so what the hell...

I walked over to the guest bathroom, unbuckling my belt, before sliding off my pants and just moments later realizing I’ve stopped bleeding. Gee, how short lasting you turned out to be, friends... Usually my period was not less than five miserable days, so you have to understand my confusion.

„So how long am I supposed to wait for it?” I muttered after laying the white plastic piece beside the sink and washing my hands. I picked up the box to search up for the instructions. „Two fucking minutes?! Arghh...” I roared, leaning over the counter and hypnotizing the pregnancy test with my eyes, „oh come on...” My eyes dropped to look over my wristwatch. Another fucking minute to go. Come the fuck on...

I heard my phone start to mambo on the counter top. Slowly and unwillingly I moved my eyes away the stick and to my phone. Pat? This better be fucking good.


Matt’s POV

„What the fuck you mean you’re going out?” I screamed, brushing my fingers over my head. Frustrated wasn’t a word at the moment. I barely even saw Bailey around here, hell, what was I even saying? I barely saw her anywhere and I couldn’t keep the jealousy and anger from coming out. Why the fuck did she even agree to be my girlfriend in the first place if she’s not acting like one?!

„Exactly what it means,” she said, throwing her keys in the bag, before she swung a studded denim jacket over her shoulders.

„No, Bailey, you’re staying in tonight,” I took her bag away, making her finally look up at me with something more than an indifferent look to her face. She looked surprised, but that quickly faded.

„You won’t tell me what to do,” She argued, fixing her rayban shades over her eyes, „Now give me back my bag.”

„I said no.”

„And I said I don’t give a damn about what you said, now chop-chop,” She gestured for the leather piece I was holding only in an arms reach from her. „Come on Sanders, don’t be a bitch over it.”

Excuse me? I nearly lost my jaw for a moment there, ‘cause I swear I heard it hitting the floor. „Bailey, don’t you speak the language? A no is a fucking no.”

„Don’t make me do this, Matt...”

„Do what?” Right then I regretted I even asked anything, because just a single second later, her fist had connected with my mouth, the ring of her finger grazing deeply in my lip. I could feel the coppery blood flow down my chin and grace the insides of my mouth as she snatched her bag and used my perplexity for her own gain and bailed without a word.

„What the fuck just happened here?!” I was left to stand there with a bleeding mouth and simply blinking after her.

When the front door opened, I thought she’d forgotten something and we’re gonna have a fucking serious conversation, but no. I wasn’t that lucky. I’ve never been that fucking lucky. Gates walked in. „You have a little something,” he pointed up to his own mouth with a slight frown as soon as he noticed the blood dripping down my chin.

„Yeah, thanks, I can feel it,” I glared at him as I went to the kitchen to rip off a piece of a paper towel and wipe off the blood. „What the fuck are you doing here?”

„Aren’t you just sunshine and butterflies today,” He spoke from the seat on the couch.

„Oh fuck off, dude,” I took another piece of the paper towel, figuring not even the whole roll would be enough to clean up all the blood. The motherfucker kept bleeding!

„Chillax, dude,” He held out his hands in a defensive gesture.

„Just tell me what do you want,” I leaned against the kitchen island, not really up for Synyster Gates shenanigans.

„Shads, I haven’t seen you for over a week,” Only? I sighed.

„Look, I’m sorry, I’m just having a hard time not taking out my anger issues on someone,” And you happen to be practically in arms reach, Gates.

„Bailey?” He asked and I nodded without second thoughts. A wicked grin pulled on his face, „Don’t tell me... You tried to tame the beast and she started kicking back. I warned you about her, didn’t I?”

„You just re-told what Meg had told you,” But I swear I was the dumbest son of a bitch for thinking me and Bailey would work out. That was bound to come crashing down as soon as it all started.

„And when has Hills lied?” he had a point there. He was usually the one to cover up his own cover stories and even involve other people to cover his covers of a covers. Meg had no reason to lie and why I didn’t listen to neither of them was beyond me.

„So what do you suggest?” I asked walking to the armchair and taking a seat, still holding the paper towel up to my lip. Shit, she hit me hard...

„I’ve told you this a million times, man, just forget her. It’s not like you can’t get a chick.”

„I’ve told you the same fucking thing about Meg, asshole.”

„Yea, speaking about Meg, she wants to fuck you,” What? I thanked god I wasn’t drinking anything at the moment. Sure she had a fine ass and a great package in overall, but... fuck no!

„You told her she’s crazy, right?” I was practically left picking up my jaw from the floor, for the second time in the last ten minutes if I may add.

„Oh please, if she sticked out her ass for you, you’d slam in her within a heartbeat,” Syn replied casually, „Anyhow, that’s not why I’m here.”

„Then why are you here? How’s Bali by the way?”

„Awesome. Most of the trip my dick was inside her, so...” I couldn’t bare but laugh on how simple talking about boning his beloved one came to him.

„So then you’re back together? Did the ring thing work?”

„Yea, yea, happily engaged again,” he sighed. Sighed? Wasn’t he supposed to be walking on sunshine? Oh don’t dare fuck up this again, Gates.

„And Alice?” My eyes narrowed on him. Somehow I had the feeling he hadn’t broke the news for her. Even tho she was just a kid and I knew Gates didn’t necessarily care for her and wounding up with her had been an awful idea to start with, she still was human and deserved to be treated like one.

„She’s still in Miami. Returns tomorrow.”

„And I guess Meg’s back in casa del Syn?”

„She is.”

„And what happens when Alice shows up and sees Meg there? Have you thought about it?” That would be quite a spectacle.

„I could care less, really, what’s bothering me... Fuck... I think Meg’s pregnant.”

„You think? Well, why don’t you find the fuck out?”

„Don’t you think I tried? She refuses to do the test...”

„So what now?” he waits until a kid pops out of Meg’s vagina? Not saying that he or she wouldn’t be epic, ‘cause we all know Gates and we all know Meg, the two of the most talented guitarists to walk the earth. If the kid turns out to be a lawyer, I’ll be so fucking disappointed...

„Well I can’t piss on the stick myself, now can I?” he frowned, tilting his head back, before shooting it back and watching me with a mischievous grin, „Or can I...”

„Dude, I’m pretty sure you can’t...” The day, the crazier...I swear to god, Syn is gonna lose it once.

„No, I may have a plan, which is slightly disgusting, but if it works, I’m a fucking genius.”

„And what if she really is?”

„Shads, you didn’t just ask me that... I’ll be the happiest man on earth!” He exclaimed.

„I’ve heard this before. Just remembered you took the high end just months later,” I replied on a serious note. I don’t think I could go through that again, not speaking about Syn or Meg. They both were out of their minds at the time, and not in the good kinda sense.

„This time it’s gonna be different. She’ll walk out on stage only over my dead body.” He smiled victoriously. Seemed like he’d all figured out, too bad we’re talking about Megan Hills there. It was as good as trying to tame a wild animal, just like Bailey. One thing they shared in common – there’s no way they’re playing by someone’s else rules.

„Good luck.”

Meg’s POV

„LA, how the fuck you guys doin’ tonight?” Paul was standing front center, resting his hand on his hip, receiving a loud ovation from the crowd. This was the first show we’d done in a way too long and the sea of people by your feet? Hell, that was the best fucking feeling in the world. This gig had been a sort of last minute call, since Halestorm couldn’t show up in time for some unknown reasons and Pat just called everyone up and told we had to play. When have we ever turned down the opportunity to do a gig? Never. And knowing how we were just an hour away from the venue, except for Paul, who in fact was living in Los Angeles, we didn’t think twice to step in for Halestorm and save their asses.

It felt like hundred gazillion degrees on the stage, my hair was sticking to the sides of my face and I was pretty darn sure the make up was leaking down my face. Oh how I longed for those panda eyes... Note the sarcasm. At least I was smart enough to loose the leather jacket after the first song, and I was fucking hundred percent certain if I’d stopped moving, I’d pass out. That was the harsh reality of life on stage.

„I can’t fucking hear you guys! I said... HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’ TONIGHT?!” Paul exploded in his famous roar, hearing reply in a form of chants and cheers. He laughed it off. „Good, good...” Paul wiped his forehead with the edge of his shirt and I swear I saw a chick fainting on the view of his abs and like hell I’m pulling that little stunt like I did a couple years ago, when I went fishing for the fan just so she’d stay alive. Not this time, not with all the craziness going on down there. That’s what the security was for. „So I know you’re a bit disappointed, ‘cause Halestorm is not here yet, but we have Rave... How about you do a song for us?”

Was he actually looking at me and waiting for an answer? He darn well knew what I was thinking. I took the time to make myself a bit less of a raccoon and clean off the smudged eyeliner of my under eyes, noticing my fingers become black. Shit, I probably look real „foxy” right now. I sighed, „What makes you think that’s a good idea?” I questioned, switching my gun to a bit funkier sound. „though luck, my friend, ‘cause the answer is no,” I sang out with a smirk plastered on my face as my fingers slid over the guitar neck, playing the groovy, funky riff for Magic’s Rude.

„Why you gotta be so rude?” I heard Chris singing in his microphone as he backed me up with some power chords, bringing my grinning face to look over his. If Paul wanted to make our last song in a cat ensemble, normally I’d say I was too sober for this, but today? Heck, I’m going with whatever. I was in my good mood. „Don’t you know I’m human too?”

„Okay, okay, okay!” Paul gestured for us to stop, „Jesus fucking Christ!” he hovered over his microphone, a dumbfounded look to his face. He sighed heavily, resting his hands on top of his head. Me and Chris shared a look, that’s what you get for making guitarists sing. „I mean... fuck! Why the hell do you both sound so good on the fucking record?”

„Auto-tune, dude...” I laughed, continuing to silently play the riff. We all know Raven McQueen wasn’t the one with the mutant lunges, the thing that you hear on the deluxe edition of our albums? That’s Ian’s voodoo and I sound hardly like what they make me seem on the album. The only thing that’s authentic – my scream. That’s the single thing they leave sounding the same way it sounds when I open my mouth.

„Okay, how about you, Rave, stick to your sick solo’s and Chris does his little rhythm thing and you leave the singing to me...” The crowd booed him. „No? Well, what the hell then... You guys wanna hear a little something from our new album?”

Luke came on stage to take my guitar and let me know that my phone’s blowing up with calls from none other than Synyster fucking Gates. That was never a good sign and this time I even knew what I’d done wrong. Fucking hell. He’s probably so fucking pissed, I didn’t call him to say I was gonna do a show in LA. And he probably have found the pregnancy test I left on the counter, which I suggest was fucking negative. I was too taken away with gathering my shit to come play this gig that it ran out of my head completely and utterly.

„You guys have been amazing tonight, this is our last song and it’s called WHORE!” Paul came, shoving the microphone in my hand, before he took a small jog off to backstage. He didn’t look too shabby, but that wasn’t my problem if his dealer had given him a bad patch. I said him not to trust Ricky, he always short cut me, but he never fucking listens.

While Chris played the riff, I moved to step on the riser, getting the idea of getting a good ass pounding when I’ll get home. That will hurt... like... a lot.

Notes

I think the chapter turned out longer than I expected. Oops, right? But I have to keep writing today to keep my frustration away. See, a couple years ago I had the spiky thing on my head, similar to Syn's, that was long before my addiction of A7X and a friend started calling me Sinny, I didn't over think it too much and just rolled with it, so yesterday I met this friend and she realized I'm blond, told me I can't be Sinny anymore, so now I'm frustrated to no limits, since she was calling me Sinny for over 4 years. What the hell am I now?!
Anyhow, thank you guys for the undying support with your comments and here's a gif of the guys, I simply can't stop laughing