Be My Bad Boy

Nobody seemed to panic but I had a moment of clarity. I was the only one who could sense this impending doom. I couldn’t warn them, I just had to save myself.

My heart pounded crazy fast. It drowned out the music and the talk. All I could hear was my heart. People had to be looking at me. They had to be able to hear it too.
If I ran, it’d only draw attention to me. If I sat here, I’d get busted. Then everyone seemed to herd around the doorway so I took my chance and bolted for the stairs. As I reached the top, I smelt pizza. It smelt so good. I wanted nothing more than a slice of pizza. I didn’t eat pizza but right now, I’d kill a man for a slice. There was one thing I wanted more though and that was to be alone.

I opened the door to one of the rooms but didn’t turn on the light. If I turned on the light, people would know I was there and they’d come for me. The police downstairs, the pizza police, they’d know.
I fumbled around until I found the wardrobe. I opened the door and felt something warm and comforting. A lambswool jacket. Perfect. It would protect me from the pizza police. I put it on then kicked the shoes on the bottom of the wardrobe into a pile and curled myself into a corner, well hidden behind the clothes. The door wouldn’t close properly so I tried to pile the shoes around me to form a barricade.

I must have fallen asleep for a while because the next thing I knew light filtered in though the crack in the wardrobe door and I could hear people moving. They couldn’t find me in here, not with the jacket wrapped around me. I’d just stay really quiet and they’d go away.
Bedsprings creaked like someone had sat down on them and I heard muffled voices and a moan. These people weren’t looking for me; they were up to something else entirely.
I had to get out of here but, if I left the wardrobe, they’d see me. The moans increased and I knew I was trapped.
Then I heard a zipper.

Followed by slurping sounds. Oh. My God. No. Not that. I pulled the collar of the jacket up over my ears, hoping to block out the sound. Maybe they’d be finished soon. It helped until the voice started. The unmistakable voice of Andy Biersack muttering, "yeah, babe… oh yeah…"
My stomach lurched like something lived inside it. It was like I’d gotten stuck inside a bad porno. Yet, despite myself, I could feel a stirring inside me. Heat rising between my legs. Part of me wanted to move so I could see through the crack in the door but I didn’t want to make a noise. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my bra and I squirmed in discomfort as the timbre of his voice deepened.

This was all a dream. It was part of the drugs and the booze. I could just ignore it and it’d go away. But the squeak of the bedsprings got louder and the sharp deep breaths and that obscene slurping.
My stomach lurched again. As I struggled to stop the part of my brain that wanted to enjoy this, it made the nausea rise in me. My belly contracted harder and that horrible choking feeling started in my neck. I tried to hold it back but there was no stopping it. Luckily, I had a bucket nearby. The rush of booze shot out of me and into that container. As I hugged it tight, someone screamed and the wardrobe door burst open. That’s when I realized it wasn’t a bucket but a cowboy boot. And then everything went black.

Notes

-cough- I think I died laughing writing this chapter xD