home. Only because I can’t wait to see Mallory. I have this crazy urge to feel her stomach. I want to experience the whole baby kicking thing. I’m almost turning into a fucking chick with how excited I’m actually getting about being a dad. I don’t tell anyone since I don’t really know what to expect once I do confront Mallory about it.
We have ten minutes until it’s show time. The venue we are playing tonight is balls-to-the-wall packed. The set up and atmosphere here reminds me of Cain’s Ballroom back home. The crowd fucking goes crazy as soon as we hit the stage.
“What the fuck is up Seattle?” I yell into the microphone. It only intensifies the screams, mainly from groupie chicks. “We’re The Rifters from Tulsa, Oklahoma and we hope you’re ready to rock your asses off.” And with that Wesley, the drummer we hired to go on tour with us, starts pounding on his bass drum, followed by Trent on his electric guitar. Connor blends in shortly after and I wait my turn knowing that for the next hour nothing matters. Being on stage is truly an out-of-body experience. One that I crave as if it were a drug. It’s my own personal drug and I’m highly addicted to the high it gives me.
After the show we hit the streets of downtown Seattle…having a destination to nowhere particular. Well, as long as there is alcohol then it’s up for consideration. We do have a few stragglers who volunteered on their own to accompany us for the night. I’m not all about having the bitches hanging all over me, so for the most part I push them on the other band mates. Now later, after I’ve been drinking — a lot, it will be a different story then. I’m usually more than okay for a distraction in the pussy department as long as I don’t have to be fully conscious. Meaning all emotions and thoughts are shut off and the only feeling I have is my dick. We’re good to go for action then…and only then.
Well, that’s how I would typically be. Before Allison came around, and if I wasn’t looking forward to running back to Mallory. I’m not sure where things stand with us, but if I want to attempt anything I’m not going fucking man whore around wishing it was her. That only happens after I know I can’t have her. If that’s what it ends up coming down to, then and only then, will I revert back to my womanizing ways…as if they would actually complain. It’s not like they aren’t out there manizing. That should really be a word. I don’t see what the difference is besides gender.
“Hey Wesley!” I yell.
“Yeah man, what’s up?” He turns around to face me, but walks backwards.
“Betsy over here is looking for some company.”
“It’s Becky,” the heifer squeals.
“Yeah, whatever sweet cheeks.” I wave her off. “Becky over here would like you to keep her company. What do you say?” I plead with him to relieve me from this chick who can’t fucking take the hint.
“Sure thing boss! I’d love to keep her company.” He stops and waits for us to catch up to where he is before putting his moves on the broad by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “So, where you from sexy?” he asks her and she giggles. I roll my eyes at his lame ass Casanova skills. I hear her say Alabama before I tune her out completely.
Chapter Nine
*MALLORY*
I wake up feeling empty...and alone. There is no one in the hospital room when I'm finally able to open my eyes. I scan my surroundings trying to remember why I'm even here.
Nothing.
I can't remember shit. I can't shake the feeling of emptiness as I place my hand over my stomach. It feels wrong; it feels void as if a part of me is missing. I don't have to know the details of why I'm lying in this cold room with machines monitoring me to figure out the meaning behind this feeling I can't seem to shake. I guess that's what some might call a mothers intuition. Seriously doubt I qualify to be able to use that statement now. You kind of have to be a mother, right?
I can
We have ten minutes until it’s show time. The venue we are playing tonight is balls-to-the-wall packed. The set up and atmosphere here reminds me of Cain’s Ballroom back home. The crowd fucking goes crazy as soon as we hit the stage.
“What the fuck is up Seattle?” I yell into the microphone. It only intensifies the screams, mainly from groupie chicks. “We’re The Rifters from Tulsa, Oklahoma and we hope you’re ready to rock your asses off.” And with that Wesley, the drummer we hired to go on tour with us, starts pounding on his bass drum, followed by Trent on his electric guitar. Connor blends in shortly after and I wait my turn knowing that for the next hour nothing matters. Being on stage is truly an out-of-body experience. One that I crave as if it were a drug. It’s my own personal drug and I’m highly addicted to the high it gives me.
After the show we hit the streets of downtown Seattle…having a destination to nowhere particular. Well, as long as there is alcohol then it’s up for consideration. We do have a few stragglers who volunteered on their own to accompany us for the night. I’m not all about having the bitches hanging all over me, so for the most part I push them on the other band mates. Now later, after I’ve been drinking — a lot, it will be a different story then. I’m usually more than okay for a distraction in the pussy department as long as I don’t have to be fully conscious. Meaning all emotions and thoughts are shut off and the only feeling I have is my dick. We’re good to go for action then…and only then.
Well, that’s how I would typically be. Before Allison came around, and if I wasn’t looking forward to running back to Mallory. I’m not sure where things stand with us, but if I want to attempt anything I’m not going fucking man whore around wishing it was her. That only happens after I know I can’t have her. If that’s what it ends up coming down to, then and only then, will I revert back to my womanizing ways…as if they would actually complain. It’s not like they aren’t out there manizing. That should really be a word. I don’t see what the difference is besides gender.
“Hey Wesley!” I yell.
“Yeah man, what’s up?” He turns around to face me, but walks backwards.
“Betsy over here is looking for some company.”
“It’s Becky,” the heifer squeals.
“Yeah, whatever sweet cheeks.” I wave her off. “Becky over here would like you to keep her company. What do you say?” I plead with him to relieve me from this chick who can’t fucking take the hint.
“Sure thing boss! I’d love to keep her company.” He stops and waits for us to catch up to where he is before putting his moves on the broad by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “So, where you from sexy?” he asks her and she giggles. I roll my eyes at his lame ass Casanova skills. I hear her say Alabama before I tune her out completely.
Chapter Nine
*MALLORY*
I wake up feeling empty...and alone. There is no one in the hospital room when I'm finally able to open my eyes. I scan my surroundings trying to remember why I'm even here.
Nothing.
I can't remember shit. I can't shake the feeling of emptiness as I place my hand over my stomach. It feels wrong; it feels void as if a part of me is missing. I don't have to know the details of why I'm lying in this cold room with machines monitoring me to figure out the meaning behind this feeling I can't seem to shake. I guess that's what some might call a mothers intuition. Seriously doubt I qualify to be able to use that statement now. You kind of have to be a mother, right?
I can
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