Dirty Little Secret
002
Doof! Doof! Doof!
Music. Laughter. Noise.
I stepped out of the car, the sound of leather detaching from skin meeting my ears. With an eagerness that had surprised me, I followed the sounds of a party. Step by step I moved closer to the sound oblivious to the commotions around me, heels scraping against the gravel.
Beep! Beeeeep!
“Ash watch out!”
Without warning, someone grabbed my elbow and violently yanked me backwards, just as some asshole in a flashy red car raced through the parking lot. Stunned, I gaped after the car, watching it swerve recklessly around poorly parked cars; unable to register what had just happened. My heart was racing, my breathing shallow. Fuck.
“Baby girl, are you okay?”
“Wh-what?” I inhaled, my body shaking.
“I think she’s just shaken.” Caoilinn snaked her arm around my waist and pulled me into her, hugging me. As soon as I was wrapped in her embrace, her vanilla and rose petal perfume assaulted my senses. God, I don’t know what worse, her perfume or the stench of exhaust fumes.
Daddy frowned, his brows knitting together in perfect symmetry. He opened his mouth but on second thoughts he snapped it shut, shaking his head instead. He eyed us and with a weary smile he motioned for us to follow him. Without so much as a word, he spun around and strode off, arrogance seeping off him as he transitioned from Daddy to Synyster Gates.
“God I hate it when he does that!” And it’s true, I hated my father’s alter ego, the oh so famed Synyster Gates. I hate everything about him – from his superfluous arrogance, to his sadomasochistic, womanising playboy persona. I hated him. I hated the way women swooned at his feet or the way they threw themselves at him – rabid with lust. I hated the son-of-a-bitch. Him and his finicky god-complex.
“Really?” Caoilinn pulled away from me, smirking, “I think it’s fucking hot.”
I froze.
“Close your mouth babe, or are you trying to catch flies?” She bellowed, her body shaking with laughter.
“Fuck you! That’s my Daddy!” Growling I stormed off, balling my fists as anger got the best of me.
“Oh come on Ash!” She called after me, disbelief evident in her voice.
“Fuck you!” Without turning around, I flipped her off. By now I had reached the entrance of Johnny’s.
Oof!
The next thing I knew, I had been rammed into a wall and with a sickening thud my skull cracked against the bricked wall. Seconds later I blinked, my vision blurring. I tried to move but someone was pressed up against me, their gangly body moving up and down with laughter.
“The fuck?” I asked breathless, vision finally clearing. I looked down, trying to see who had pinned me, only to see Caoilinn. Motherfuckingpieceoffuckingcunt! I tried to move off the wall, but as soon as I moved my stomach knotted and my head spun. Ooh god. I slumped back down onto the wall, my world spinning out of control. Like the moron I am, I rubbed the back of my head, wincing when my fingers trailed over the injured area. Tears prickled my eyes but I quickly fought them away.
“YO! That was fucking crazy! Are you two okay? Fuck man that looked fucking sore!”
My eyes snapped up to meet the new comer. Jesus Christ. I inhaled sharply. Standing before us was a man not much older than us, and dear lord was he gorgeous. Not Greek-god kind of gorgeous. No. More like thrash-metal-god kind of gorgeous. Long dirty-blond hair and gunmetal grey eyes. He reeked of perfection, eyebrow piercing, and tattoos. Ooh god. I moaned internally.
“Ahem.”
I blinked. He was staring at me, his pierced brow raised and a coy smile playing along his lips. Had I been staring? My face warmed and a tingling feeling washed over me. I opened my mouth to speak but a mouse-like squeal escaped my lips. My hands flew up to my mouth and with mortified eyes, I turned to Caoilinn – who, mind you, was snickering quietly to herself.
“I. Uh. Um.”
Grey eyes smirked.
“What? Cats got your tongue? Or did this flaming piece of us over here knock it out of you?” He licked his lip, devouring Caoilinn with his eyes as he mentally undressed her.
“Suck it loser,” Caoilinn turned away from him flipping her hair, grabbed my hand and dragged me into Johnny’s.
---
Where the fuck was Daddy? I scanned the endless crowd of deathbat tatoos and leather jackets, wondering how Johnny’s hadn’t reached its maximum carrying capacity. Loud music boomed over the stereos, reverberating off the walls. The clinking of glass accompanied the laughter and screams of the crowd while the heavy stench of stale beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke clung to the air.
I honed in on each member of the crowd, taking in their Avenged Sevenfold, leather-jacket-clad attires. Jesus, wasn’t it a bit too hot for leather jackets? It never failed to impress me; the dedication some people had to their leather, granted some only wore it to appear hardcore. Ripped jeans and skirts, fishnets and leather seemed to have been tonight’s flavour. Well damn, Caoilinn and I had definitely over-dressed for this.
“Hey! We’re trying to have fun here,” Caoilinn folded her arms over her chest. “Will you relax and have fun for once?”
“I am.”
I faked a smile and returned my attention to crowd-gazing. Every now and there a scantily dressed groupie would pop up, outfit far too tight.
“Liar!”
“Ow! You bitch! What the hell was that for?” I rubbed my stinging arm.
“Don’t lie to me Haner!” Caoilinn wagged her finger in my face.
“I’m no-OW! Fuck Kay, will you stop punching me!”
“I will when you stop lying! You know I have superpowers. All hail the Haner lie-detector!” She raised her hand in a salute, grinning. Before I could register anything else, she stuck her face mere inches from mine, eyes wide and started to pat and play with my cheek.
“Jesus, back off, you’re such a pain,” I giggled.
“Aw I love you too.” She pulled back with a goofy smile, “now c’mon, let’s go get us a drink!”
She led us through the crowd, dodging potential bar fights and dancing couples. She moved fast as she practically pushed her way through, not caring who growled or who she touched.
Shaking my head, I awkwardly manoeuvred my way around, keeping an eye open for my father or uncles. Shit, they had to be here, somewhere. After all it was their stupid party. Yes, leave it to my dad and his band mates to a throw a party and disappear. Hell, it wasn’t as if half these people came here tonight to see them and celebrate with them. Then again, they were. You see, tonight was the tenth-year anniversary party for Avenged Sevenfold – the album. That’s right, ten years ago tonight, my father and his bandmates released their self-titled album, my father’s greatest achievement since, well, me?
“Dammnit!” I hissed, stopping to look around. Great I had lost track of Caoilinn. That girl moved so fast, it was ridiculous trying to keep up with her. Where the hell was she?
“A-ha! Found you!” Without hesitation, I scurried over to Caoilinn who, by the way, was standing next to a couple, scowling. Curious, I turned to face the couple and cringed. Their tongues were so far down each other’s throat that their heads positioned at grotesque angles. Jesus, how were they not choking on each other’s puke? I watched, bile rising, as the woman rubbed herself against him, hand grinding on his crotch. Her short, blue skirt rose, exposing her lack of underwear. I turned away, disgusted and glanced at Caoilinn, her facial expression an exact replica of mine.
“Get a fucking room assholes!” Caoilinn stepped forward and shoved the woman into the man, breaking them apart. The man caught the woman and pushed her aside, turning to us with narrowed eyes.
“Fuck you, cunts.”
He took a menacing step forward, flexing his muscles as he did so. I sized him up; not bad for a sleezebag. He was about twice my size – both in height and weight- and his biceps probably the size of my head. Damnit, I really hoped Caoilinn wasn’t about to pick a fight with him. Judging by the way he was swaying, I would wager he was drunk.
“Take that white trash of yours and piss off. No one wants to see your filth.” Sneering, Caoilinn stepped forward, bouncing slightly. Shit.
The thing about Caoilinn is that she enjoyed starting shit. No matter where we went, no matter who we were with, it was almost always guaranteed that she would pick a fight with someone. Sometimes she won, sometimes she lost, sometimes we both ended up in the ER. You’d think heels would stop her, unfortunately with her, it just gave her an advantage. I turned my attention back to him.
“Bobby, baby, let’s go.” The woman grabbed hold of the man’s arm – Bobby’s arm - and tried pulling him away, failing miserably. “Bobby!”
“You heard her Bobby,” Caoilinn’s mocked sarcastically.
I gapped at her. Shit. With a speed that shocked me for a drunkard, Bobby lashed out, his fist aimed at Caoilinn. Only, he didn’t land the punch.
“Try that again asshole and I’ll have your fucking throat!” A guttural growl boomed over us. Bobby jumped back, eyes wide, body shaking, his fist caught in the stranger’s hand.
“Piss off!” the voice growled once more, pushing Bobby’s fist away from him as if it were a snake that had bitten him. Trembling, Bobby grabbed his woman and scampered away, never sparing a glance backwards.
A huge smile had spread over my face. I knew that voice! With a new-found excitement, I twirled around and leaped into the stranger’s arms, catching him off guard.
“Uncle Matt!”
Music. Laughter. Noise.
I stepped out of the car, the sound of leather detaching from skin meeting my ears. With an eagerness that had surprised me, I followed the sounds of a party. Step by step I moved closer to the sound oblivious to the commotions around me, heels scraping against the gravel.
Beep! Beeeeep!
“Ash watch out!”
Without warning, someone grabbed my elbow and violently yanked me backwards, just as some asshole in a flashy red car raced through the parking lot. Stunned, I gaped after the car, watching it swerve recklessly around poorly parked cars; unable to register what had just happened. My heart was racing, my breathing shallow. Fuck.
“Baby girl, are you okay?”
“Wh-what?” I inhaled, my body shaking.
“I think she’s just shaken.” Caoilinn snaked her arm around my waist and pulled me into her, hugging me. As soon as I was wrapped in her embrace, her vanilla and rose petal perfume assaulted my senses. God, I don’t know what worse, her perfume or the stench of exhaust fumes.
Daddy frowned, his brows knitting together in perfect symmetry. He opened his mouth but on second thoughts he snapped it shut, shaking his head instead. He eyed us and with a weary smile he motioned for us to follow him. Without so much as a word, he spun around and strode off, arrogance seeping off him as he transitioned from Daddy to Synyster Gates.
“God I hate it when he does that!” And it’s true, I hated my father’s alter ego, the oh so famed Synyster Gates. I hate everything about him – from his superfluous arrogance, to his sadomasochistic, womanising playboy persona. I hated him. I hated the way women swooned at his feet or the way they threw themselves at him – rabid with lust. I hated the son-of-a-bitch. Him and his finicky god-complex.
“Really?” Caoilinn pulled away from me, smirking, “I think it’s fucking hot.”
I froze.
“Close your mouth babe, or are you trying to catch flies?” She bellowed, her body shaking with laughter.
“Fuck you! That’s my Daddy!” Growling I stormed off, balling my fists as anger got the best of me.
“Oh come on Ash!” She called after me, disbelief evident in her voice.
“Fuck you!” Without turning around, I flipped her off. By now I had reached the entrance of Johnny’s.
Oof!
The next thing I knew, I had been rammed into a wall and with a sickening thud my skull cracked against the bricked wall. Seconds later I blinked, my vision blurring. I tried to move but someone was pressed up against me, their gangly body moving up and down with laughter.
“The fuck?” I asked breathless, vision finally clearing. I looked down, trying to see who had pinned me, only to see Caoilinn. Motherfuckingpieceoffuckingcunt! I tried to move off the wall, but as soon as I moved my stomach knotted and my head spun. Ooh god. I slumped back down onto the wall, my world spinning out of control. Like the moron I am, I rubbed the back of my head, wincing when my fingers trailed over the injured area. Tears prickled my eyes but I quickly fought them away.
“YO! That was fucking crazy! Are you two okay? Fuck man that looked fucking sore!”
My eyes snapped up to meet the new comer. Jesus Christ. I inhaled sharply. Standing before us was a man not much older than us, and dear lord was he gorgeous. Not Greek-god kind of gorgeous. No. More like thrash-metal-god kind of gorgeous. Long dirty-blond hair and gunmetal grey eyes. He reeked of perfection, eyebrow piercing, and tattoos. Ooh god. I moaned internally.
“Ahem.”
I blinked. He was staring at me, his pierced brow raised and a coy smile playing along his lips. Had I been staring? My face warmed and a tingling feeling washed over me. I opened my mouth to speak but a mouse-like squeal escaped my lips. My hands flew up to my mouth and with mortified eyes, I turned to Caoilinn – who, mind you, was snickering quietly to herself.
“I. Uh. Um.”
Grey eyes smirked.
“What? Cats got your tongue? Or did this flaming piece of us over here knock it out of you?” He licked his lip, devouring Caoilinn with his eyes as he mentally undressed her.
“Suck it loser,” Caoilinn turned away from him flipping her hair, grabbed my hand and dragged me into Johnny’s.
---
Where the fuck was Daddy? I scanned the endless crowd of deathbat tatoos and leather jackets, wondering how Johnny’s hadn’t reached its maximum carrying capacity. Loud music boomed over the stereos, reverberating off the walls. The clinking of glass accompanied the laughter and screams of the crowd while the heavy stench of stale beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke clung to the air.
I honed in on each member of the crowd, taking in their Avenged Sevenfold, leather-jacket-clad attires. Jesus, wasn’t it a bit too hot for leather jackets? It never failed to impress me; the dedication some people had to their leather, granted some only wore it to appear hardcore. Ripped jeans and skirts, fishnets and leather seemed to have been tonight’s flavour. Well damn, Caoilinn and I had definitely over-dressed for this.
“Hey! We’re trying to have fun here,” Caoilinn folded her arms over her chest. “Will you relax and have fun for once?”
“I am.”
I faked a smile and returned my attention to crowd-gazing. Every now and there a scantily dressed groupie would pop up, outfit far too tight.
“Liar!”
“Ow! You bitch! What the hell was that for?” I rubbed my stinging arm.
“Don’t lie to me Haner!” Caoilinn wagged her finger in my face.
“I’m no-OW! Fuck Kay, will you stop punching me!”
“I will when you stop lying! You know I have superpowers. All hail the Haner lie-detector!” She raised her hand in a salute, grinning. Before I could register anything else, she stuck her face mere inches from mine, eyes wide and started to pat and play with my cheek.
“Jesus, back off, you’re such a pain,” I giggled.
“Aw I love you too.” She pulled back with a goofy smile, “now c’mon, let’s go get us a drink!”
She led us through the crowd, dodging potential bar fights and dancing couples. She moved fast as she practically pushed her way through, not caring who growled or who she touched.
Shaking my head, I awkwardly manoeuvred my way around, keeping an eye open for my father or uncles. Shit, they had to be here, somewhere. After all it was their stupid party. Yes, leave it to my dad and his band mates to a throw a party and disappear. Hell, it wasn’t as if half these people came here tonight to see them and celebrate with them. Then again, they were. You see, tonight was the tenth-year anniversary party for Avenged Sevenfold – the album. That’s right, ten years ago tonight, my father and his bandmates released their self-titled album, my father’s greatest achievement since, well, me?
“Dammnit!” I hissed, stopping to look around. Great I had lost track of Caoilinn. That girl moved so fast, it was ridiculous trying to keep up with her. Where the hell was she?
“A-ha! Found you!” Without hesitation, I scurried over to Caoilinn who, by the way, was standing next to a couple, scowling. Curious, I turned to face the couple and cringed. Their tongues were so far down each other’s throat that their heads positioned at grotesque angles. Jesus, how were they not choking on each other’s puke? I watched, bile rising, as the woman rubbed herself against him, hand grinding on his crotch. Her short, blue skirt rose, exposing her lack of underwear. I turned away, disgusted and glanced at Caoilinn, her facial expression an exact replica of mine.
“Get a fucking room assholes!” Caoilinn stepped forward and shoved the woman into the man, breaking them apart. The man caught the woman and pushed her aside, turning to us with narrowed eyes.
“Fuck you, cunts.”
He took a menacing step forward, flexing his muscles as he did so. I sized him up; not bad for a sleezebag. He was about twice my size – both in height and weight- and his biceps probably the size of my head. Damnit, I really hoped Caoilinn wasn’t about to pick a fight with him. Judging by the way he was swaying, I would wager he was drunk.
“Take that white trash of yours and piss off. No one wants to see your filth.” Sneering, Caoilinn stepped forward, bouncing slightly. Shit.
The thing about Caoilinn is that she enjoyed starting shit. No matter where we went, no matter who we were with, it was almost always guaranteed that she would pick a fight with someone. Sometimes she won, sometimes she lost, sometimes we both ended up in the ER. You’d think heels would stop her, unfortunately with her, it just gave her an advantage. I turned my attention back to him.
“Bobby, baby, let’s go.” The woman grabbed hold of the man’s arm – Bobby’s arm - and tried pulling him away, failing miserably. “Bobby!”
“You heard her Bobby,” Caoilinn’s mocked sarcastically.
I gapped at her. Shit. With a speed that shocked me for a drunkard, Bobby lashed out, his fist aimed at Caoilinn. Only, he didn’t land the punch.
“Try that again asshole and I’ll have your fucking throat!” A guttural growl boomed over us. Bobby jumped back, eyes wide, body shaking, his fist caught in the stranger’s hand.
“Piss off!” the voice growled once more, pushing Bobby’s fist away from him as if it were a snake that had bitten him. Trembling, Bobby grabbed his woman and scampered away, never sparing a glance backwards.
A huge smile had spread over my face. I knew that voice! With a new-found excitement, I twirled around and leaped into the stranger’s arms, catching him off guard.
“Uncle Matt!”
Notes
Alright, Chapter 2 is up. Enjoy.
Sorry for the slow updates, um I'm not sure where I want to go with this story anymore. So it'll take a while for me to update it. In the meantime, I have another story up and will be updating it more regularly than this one. Check it out, it's called This Love, This Game.
I'm fucking speechless :o
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