Wreckage From the Past Haunts Me; Shakes Me to the Bone

Unknown P.O.V

A smirk formed tightly across my lips as the scene in front of me unfolded in front of me. The woman ran quickly around the house. Her dark brown hair was slightly lighter then I remember, fresh reds highlights stood out proud. Her eyes were brighter then I remembered, they showed pure happiness. Her body was slimmer, taller, tanner with more tattoos. I watched as she put her left hand up on wall trying to reach a platter that was above her head. A taller man walked in and smiled at the sight, putting a hand on her lower back he reached up and grabbed the platter. His hair was changed from the blond that I had last seen him, now it was midnight black and was standing up in odd directions. He was skinner then last time and was taller, something I thought wasn’t even possible. He wore a proud smile as he looked down at the woman. The both had so much love in their eyes, the smiles never seemed to stop. They looked like the couple. The thought alone made me sick! The disgust rose as they kissed, and she handed him the platter and walked off leaving him to put the rum balls on it. He shouldn’t be doing that, she should! No woman should be allowed to have any say in what a man does.

I groaned in even more disgust as I thought about what they were doing. Eagerly awaiting all of the happy little people that will soon trash their house in a drunken stupor. The people that took my happiness away! A man and woman made their way to the door. The home wrecker himself. His six foot one, bulky build, protecting the much smaller woman, the pregnant gold digger, from the ice cold weather that was nipping at her much darker skin that showed her Italian roots. They walked into the house greeting the happy couple as they put the presents they brought under the tree. I watched quietly lurking in the shadows of my black truck as everyone came and went. The dark haired guitarist that looks more like a girl then a man with his hooker of a girlfriend. The other guitarist showed shortly after, god he’s become over weight...his fiancé, the twin of the frayed woman and younger sister of the home wrecker. The gnome and his giant showed up next, her stomach growing wide, looking more like a beach ball everyday. The gnomes eyes shone bright with pride, but he didn’t know what that little demon will bring! I watched as the windows suddenly turned darker, hiding away the people who were merrily passing around the gifts and playing with the children.

I looked over to my right where I had my laptop step up seeing a better, clear picture of the livingroom. The long haired guitarist just unwrapped a box that had keys in it, no doubt for the chopper out in the garage. He leaned over and hugged the blue eyed man. Next was the over weight one, his girlfriend was sitting happily on his lap a she opened up a new bass. This is all these people care about...Money! I can’t complain though...It’s amazing what you can do with a few grand. You can buy new things...maybe even bribe a cop into letting me into their house unattended where I could set up cameras, like I said it’s amazing what you can do with a few grand. I shook myself out of my thoughts and focused on what I had missed. The overweight guitarist now had yet another guitar and new strings along with new bow ties. The gnome had a book on being a father, no doubt a gag gift, a new jacket, and a bass. I ignored the gifts from then on and focused more on the people that I needed to, taking in little things that could come in hand against any of them. None of the girls really mattered, I needed to find out information on the men.

Zacky, well for what I have in store for him I don’t need to even focus on him, nor on James either. Johnny...He’s too short to be a threat, but Matt and Syn...they’re going to be my problem. I watched intently as Trista walked out of the kitchen with an ice pack wrapped in a towel and Tegan walked out from the bathroom with some medicine. They both gave it to Matt who was rubbing his shoulder. Trista carefully placed it on Matt’s right shoulder before they both leaned down and kissed him on the head. I could vaguely read their lips as they spoke softly to each other. Seems both Synyster and Matt hurt themselves working out yesterday. I almost threw up when I saw that Trista’s son had interrupted and she didn’t even do anything about it, just smiled and set him in her lap. I looked closer at Aidyn, something seemed off about him, but I couldn’t tell. His face wasn’t turned towards the camera. Vicki walked over and sat on Trista’s other leg. Jimmy pouted making Vicki laugh. I wanted to reach into the camera and smack that look off his face. My phone rang breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Hello?” I asked already knowing who was on the other line.

You got the stuff that you need? I could hear someone talking in the background, annoying more so then ever.

“Yeah Matt’s got a hurt shoulder so if you hit that once he should be down. Syn’s knee is pretty messed up and discolored. This should be easy. I can get more when Gate’s dad comes and gets the kids though. Tell Todd to shut the hell up too!”

Now now, no need to be nasty. Keep working find out more shit. I’ll talk to you later

“Alright. Talk To you later Brandon.” I turned my attention back to the screen as Aidyn looked over at Jimmy giving me a perfect shot of his face. My smirk returned as I noticed that his eyes weren’t brown like Brandon’s, but blue and his nose was a familiar shape.

“Hey get Brandon back on the phone I have something he might want to know.”