Broken Dead Boy

Darren was giving the band and Juliet an update when a security guard burst into the room, saying that the girl had come back and that Darren needed to come now.
Ashley stood abruptly. “Where’s Andy?” he growled out.
Juliet stood and put her hand on Ashley’s shoulder. “What happened?”
The security guard shrugged. “We’re not sure, but she managed to sneak in and attack Andy again. She also hurt a security guard on the way out.”
Ashley growled under his breath and tensed. Juliet sighed and pulled him back, sitting him back on his chair. “Its okay, Ashley, you know Andy, he’ll be fine.”
Ashley stared at the ground, his hair covering his face as he breathed heavily. “This is freaking ridiculous…” (Yes, we all know Ashley would have said something much more harsh, but for the sake of my religion and conscience, we’ll leave it up to your imagination. XD No F-bombs here Ash!)
Juliet sighed. “I know…” she sat down and wrapped her arm around Ashley’s shoulders.
***
Andy had felt pain before. He’d smashed his nose on stage and fallen off a pillar, breaking three ribs. He even finished the concert after that.
But he finally knew the difference between pain and agony.
A few ribs had snapped from the force of her first kick and his shoulder was just burning. His head was still throbbing and he would say his stomach felt the worst; if he could even feel it anymore.
Darren said that the sleeping formula that Rochelle had put on the knife must’ve also worked as a numbing agent and temporarily numbed his stomach wound. He said that once it faded though, it would hurt like hell.
Andy groaned, curling up on his side. His headache wouldn’t go away and he was having weird hallucinations of Ashley and CC pole dancing due to a reaction to the sleeping formula. He shook his head as the weirdness faded away and tried to fall asleep again.
***
Kaitlyn was still pretty shaken up about the whole ordeal. Darren had found her shortly after Rochelle left and he had taken her into his office so she could calm her nerves.
She was sitting on a chair next to his desk when he returned.
“Hey Kait,” she looked up at her older friend. “You okay?”
Kaitlyn nodded. “I’m fine. I… I just wish I could’ve told someone before she… Hurt Andy more…”
Darren nodded. “Well, he’ll be better soon. It wasn’t that bad,” she gave him a sarcastic look. “Okay, so it was bad, but that doesn’t mean it’s that bad!”
Kaitlyn chuckled. “Yeah, whatever you say Darren…”
He sighed. “So, are you good now?”
Kaitlyn nodded. “I’m fine. I’ve just never had a girl three years younger than me poke me with a knife and tie me up in a supply closet.”
Darren chuckled. “Okay, see you tomorrow,” with that, he grabbed a bag and left.

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