Benjiman McCracken- The kid with some rage and alot of heart, chapter 2
I looked up the tour dates of the Used on their website. Luckily, they were playing in Sacramento tonight. Me and Toxic loaded up and started driving. When we got to the stadium they were scheduled to play in, I saw tour buses crowded outside. Guys dressed in black with red and blue mohawks stood near the metal gates, hoping, praying they could still buy some tickets at the last minute.
We pulled into a parking garage and parked at level 17-A. Everything was running through my mind. We found our way to the tour buses and finally we found the Used's. I walked right in. Jepha and Quinn were sitting on the couch watching Fuse. "Holy shit!" Quinn cussed when he saw us.
"What?" I asked.
"Umm, like, what are you guys doing here?" Jeph asked. He looked around nervously.
"I have to see Bert, is he in the back?" I asked. Quinn and Jeph exchanged glances and nodded. I walked into the back.
"Oh my god Bert...." Someone moaned.
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. I walked over to his bunk and ripped open the curtain. Bert was on top of some blonde bimbo. "Oh...my...fucking...god."
Bert looked up. His eyes widened. "Oh fuck, Maria, its not what it looks like." He scrambled to his feet, pulling up his boxers in the process. I slapped him across the face and stormed off.
I grabbed Toxic's wrist and dragged her to the car. "What happened?" She asked. I opened the door and slammed it shut. I leaned my head against the steering wheel while hot tears fell down my cheeks.
Toxic rubbed my back, "What happened, honey?"
I sniffed. "He was fucking some blonde bitch." I grumbled.
"That bastard." She muttered. Someone knocked on the window. My eyes met those beautiful blue ones. I sneered.
"Maria, I really need to talk to you." I groaned and crawled out of the truck. "That wasn't what it looked like, I swear." I stood there, arms crossed, waiting. "She was just some girl I met last night." He said apologetically.
I muttered, "Oh that makes it so much better."
He grabbed my hands and said, "Baby you know I love you, only you."
I pushed him away and said, "Fuck you! You fucking worthless peice of shit! I can't believe I'm pregnant with your kid!"
His jaw dropped, "What?!"
I shoved him and muttered, "Yeah, I'm pregnant, and you just ruined it!"
I jumped back into the car and tore out of the parking lot. "I fucking hate him." Toxic tried to make me feel better by blasting my favorite song, Escape from Hellview but it didn't help much. Nothing could ever make me feel better. Nothing.
We pulled into a parking garage and parked at level 17-A. Everything was running through my mind. We found our way to the tour buses and finally we found the Used's. I walked right in. Jepha and Quinn were sitting on the couch watching Fuse. "Holy shit!" Quinn cussed when he saw us.
"What?" I asked.
"Umm, like, what are you guys doing here?" Jeph asked. He looked around nervously.
"I have to see Bert, is he in the back?" I asked. Quinn and Jeph exchanged glances and nodded. I walked into the back.
"Oh my god Bert...." Someone moaned.
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. I walked over to his bunk and ripped open the curtain. Bert was on top of some blonde bimbo. "Oh...my...fucking...god."
Bert looked up. His eyes widened. "Oh fuck, Maria, its not what it looks like." He scrambled to his feet, pulling up his boxers in the process. I slapped him across the face and stormed off.
I grabbed Toxic's wrist and dragged her to the car. "What happened?" She asked. I opened the door and slammed it shut. I leaned my head against the steering wheel while hot tears fell down my cheeks.
Toxic rubbed my back, "What happened, honey?"
I sniffed. "He was fucking some blonde bitch." I grumbled.
"That bastard." She muttered. Someone knocked on the window. My eyes met those beautiful blue ones. I sneered.
"Maria, I really need to talk to you." I groaned and crawled out of the truck. "That wasn't what it looked like, I swear." I stood there, arms crossed, waiting. "She was just some girl I met last night." He said apologetically.
I muttered, "Oh that makes it so much better."
He grabbed my hands and said, "Baby you know I love you, only you."
I pushed him away and said, "Fuck you! You fucking worthless peice of shit! I can't believe I'm pregnant with your kid!"
His jaw dropped, "What?!"
I shoved him and muttered, "Yeah, I'm pregnant, and you just ruined it!"
I jumped back into the car and tore out of the parking lot. "I fucking hate him." Toxic tried to make me feel better by blasting my favorite song, Escape from Hellview but it didn't help much. Nothing could ever make me feel better. Nothing.
