Page 14 of Patchover Fright Night
He laughed, and something crashed behind that door.
“Yeah, but who’s gonna smash it? Fuck me, if I could get up into the ceiling… but I’m barely fucking standing right now.”
The ceiling, hmmm… I paced around by the door, ignoring Lissa, who was humming some kind of fucking nursery rhyme, and intermittently begging fairies to dance for her. I kinda wished I was wasted too, so I didn’t have to try and figure this out.
“Grease, I’m going to figure out the door, so while I do that, get thinking about who the hell might be doing this, because someone deliberately dosed everyone, and I doubt it’s a member.”
Cammy groaned then. She’d taken to leaning against the wall, with both hands bracing her huge baby-bloated stomach.
“Yeah, unless Micro is back to his old tricks,” she murmured quietly, but not quietly enough.
“For fuck’s sake! What does he have to do to prove himself to you people? He has done nothing except what they’ve been demanding of him, for the last six months, and all of you just keep accusing him of every little thing that happens! Enough is enough, dammit!”
“Yeah?” Cammy demanded, “then where is he, Sophie? Huh? Where’s your fucking perfect husband right now, while the club’s descending into anarchy, and anything could be happening outthere? Don’t forget there are still old ladies trapped out there with that lot!”
“Yeah?” Sophie mimicked, “and where’s your man? Huh? If he’s so fucking perfect, where’s he? For all we know, he’s the one who cracked, and doped everyone up!”
“How fucking dare you? I’ll slap that fucking smug smile right off your face!”
I stepped between them, and yelled until they shut up threatening each other.
“Can we try to work together, at least until we’ve saved everyone? Then you can have some kind of fucking chick fight or whatever. Grease?”
“What? For fuck’s sake, I’m doing the best I can!”
I rolled my eyes. I’d been about to ask him another question, but I’d just remembered something.
“I have an idea, just wait here.”
“Oh, well I was gonna go for a fucking walk or something, since I’m trapped in a fucking room, and can’t do a fucking…” he trailed off, “sorry, I’m being a prick, but I’m so frustrated, and useless right now.”
I glanced at Lissa who was now lying on her back, merrily making starfish patterns, and at the heavily pregnant Cammy, and the angry woman still glaring at her, and wanted to tell him to suck it up, but let’s be honest, it all fucking sucked. So much for a fun patchover party.
Chapter Six
Sophie wasn’t moving. Shewas just lying there, so still and silent, and she wouldn’t wake up, no matter how much I begged her. I was on my hands and knees, stroking her cool cheek and sobbing, because how could I suddenly lose the only fucking woman who’d ever loved me? And if she was gone, then so would our baby be. My heart was shattering in my chest, and I couldn’t even work out how it had happened. Did I do this? Did my inner evil fucking take over, and destroy the only thing in the world that I couldn’t live without?
“Man up, boy, you make me sick!”My father’s voice carved its way into my soul, making me shudder with revulsion, and I looked up from my prone position to see him looming over both of us. My instant impulse was to get him the hell away from my woman. My wife. The mother of my… my baby…
“Did you do this?” I screamed at him, rising up on my knees as my fists clutched at my hair.
“See you got your pussy lady hairstyle back, boy, you were always a disgrace. I see nothing changes with you.”
“Micro? Something’s wrong, everyone’s… Micro, for fuck’s sake!” I heard a familiar voice trying to permeate the fog in my mind, but I couldn’t even put a face to it, because as my dad’s eyes glowed red, and he roared out his fury and disgust at me, I fell back onto my ass and cowered from him. I was nothing but that terrified child, being raised by a monster. I’d never even been anything else.
“Micro! Fucking hell, will you look at me?” Something hit my face, and the cloud shifted a little.
“Huh?”
“Will you fucking focus on me, dipshit? Something’s gone wrong, and everyone’s tripping or something. I broke up two fucking fights on my way to find you.”
The voice was still familiar, but when I tried to focus on the face, it was my father I saw, and I recoiled, shoving him back as I cursed at him.
“Oh charming. I’m the one who should be cursing you, fuckhead. Get up. I need help corralling this lot.”
“Huh?” I looked around me, but all I could see was darkness, and my father, smirking at me with such arrogance and hatred, and behind him… oh god, behind him… now Sophie was covered in blood, and torn up, like she’d been slashed with blades, and how the fuck did that happen?!
“Sophie!” I screamed, shoving past my father to try and get to her, even though she was clearly dead. Dead and gone. She was gone. I sobbed for my lost love as I tried to hold her, but she was like a ghost, and my arms kept going through her.
