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Between a Little Piece of Heaven and the Danger Line

Red, Like Fire

The past week had been amazing, every free moment was spent in either my or Brian's house. He had a drawer at my place and I had one at his. It felt natural like it was meant to be. Now as I glanced in the mirror I felt I needed to change something, anything really. Frowning I tugged at my short black hair with a sigh I looked down, then it hit me as I stared at the deep red hand towel that sat on the counter. Brian was spending time with his little sister and brothers, so I wouldn't see him until tomorrow at the studio. With one last look in the mirror, I headed out the door and out of the house.

“I used to be love drunk, now I'm hung over...” I was singing to the catchy song, I don't even know why, but I loved it. I pulled into the salon parking lot, looked in the mirror and nodded. With a smirk I opened the door and headed into the over priced salon, but knew the quality work that came from it. When I stepped in I noticed two things, the smell of a perm and faint sound of Unholy Confessions playing through this hidden surround sound speakers. I put my name in on the little clip board and sat down in the hard plastic chair near the window. As I waited I texted Matt and Brian about random little tidbits here and there. I wasn't a patient person, so the wait was killing me.

After an hour I was sitting in the swivel chair, a black cape wrapped around my torso, and thick red liquid was sitting on my hair slowly seeping into the follicle. The pungent scent of the dye was harsh in my nose, but after dying my hair so many times I was used to it, it was when the fumes seeped into my contacts that I got bothered. So with ten minutes left on the clock my eyes started to water, but I took no note. I knew that I was going to be glasses bound for the next couple of days so my eyes could breath.

The finished product was worth the fumes and discomfort I decided as I looked at my fire red hair. It was different, not a bad different, just different. I was tempted to head to my moms place, but changed my mind at the last minute, I was still hurt from the last visit. I regretted going home as soon as I saw Gena's car in the driveway. It was too late to turn around now, so I pulled in and got out slowly. As soon as my foot hit the pavement she was all over me.

“What the fuck is this I hear about you being a fucking faggot?” She yelled, clutching onto my shirt, her nails digging into my chest. I hid my flinch, this was always how our fights started. I tried to pry her bony hands off me, but she was relentless. “Well, what is this I hear?” She growled, her face getting closer to mine, a menacing look taking over her features.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I growled, a deep hiss in the back of my throat, she barely acknowledged me if it wasn't what she wanted to hear, it wasn't worth listening to in her opinion. Her grip became tighter, and if I wasn't morally against hitting a woman I would have beaten her face in a long time ago. Once again I gripped her hands and plucked each finger away from my shirt one by one. I side stepped her and headed for my door, I was sick and tired of her bull shit. In the second that I had turned away from her, I heard an inhuman growl and a sudden weight on my back that caused me to fall. She was playing dirty. I tried to roll and get her off my back, but it only caused her to latch on more securely.

“Answer me you fat ass.” She hissed in my ear and slapped me across the face. I cowered away from her, and it only made her happy, she knew that she always had the upper hand when we fought. As emasculating as it was for me to admit, I was scared of her, she hurt me, that was what she was good at. She brought pain into my life, a pain that I couldn't, wouldn't forget for a long time. I struggled against her, her grip became tighter.

“Get the fuck off me.” I whined, trying not to show how much she was affecting me, her smile turned vicious, she knew of course she always knew.

“Oh, I don't think I will baby.” She purred, running her hand over my face. I grimaced, I so did not want her touching me. I gripped her sides and lifted her, she clawed at my arms and shoulders, leaving angry red lines, but they would fade, so I ignored them for now. I had finally gotten her off of me and bolted for my front door. It was time to invest in fence or something.
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After a restless night, (I missed being held in Brian's arms) I got up and headed to the studio, a baseball hat over my head, hiding my recent dye job, and a light layer of concealer over my cheek to hide the hand shaped bruise on my cheek. We were working on a new song today, this one called Tonight the World Dies. It started out sort of like Gunslinger, if you ignored some elements and added others. It was a very lyrically powerful song as were all the other songs on this album. Johnny and Matt were the only one's here so far, and I felt no need to acknowledge the jaw drops I received when I took my hat off. I just smirked silently to myself. The next one to show up was Mike, he didn't even raise an eyebrow at my hair it was like he was used to some crazy stunt or another like this happening all the time.

Then Brian walked through the door, at first he didn't notice, he placed a kiss on my cheek, said hey to the guys, and got his guitar set up. Everybody was looking at him, waiting for him to say something. After ten minutes his head snapped up, eyebrows furrowed, and a curious expression made it's way on his face. He slowly turned around and looked at me then his eyes went wide and he came over to where I was sitting on the couch and gently ran his hands through my hair.

“Well I wish you woulda went purple.” He sighed, I laughed softly knowing that was his favorite color. “Why the sudden change?”

“I was bored. There was an itching in my scalp, and I really wanted to see what it would look like.” He nodded and continued to run his fingers through my hair. Then he frowned for a second, eyes narrowing in on my injured cheek, he gently ran his thumb over the darkest spot until the deep purple bruise was visible. “What the fuck happened there?” He asked examining the spot, the rest of the guys came over and looked at it, whistling lowly.

I gently pulled my face from his hands, “You're not the only one with a crazy ex-girlfriend.” I sighed, his face darkened with anger.
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