Here's my first try at fanfiction. I edited it due to the possibility
of wee ones reading it. If you are of age and would like the full
version, just let me know. Hope you enjoy it.

I was always the quiet type in high school. You know, the one in the back of the class with her eyes closed looking asleep
yet somehow always managing to get straight A's.The other kids would pick on me from time to time. Tell me things like I wouldn't make it a week where they live. They said
things like that because I lived on the good side of town in a nice little house with a nice little yard and a nice little dog.
I lived with my mother. She worked, what seemed like, all the time. I was always home alone. It had been that way since I was old
enough for it to hurt. I understand that she was a single parent and had to work to support me. I get that, now. I didn't then.
My father was never a part of my life, that I knew of. My mother would always have excuses why I couldn't stay at a friend's
house, or why I couldn't go outside and play. I never knew the real reason was that my father had been making calls since I was
born threatening to kidnap me. My mother finally asked me if I wanted to meet him when I was 15. I thought about it for a while
and my curiosity got the best of me. I did want to meet him.

So, one saturday morning, my mother and I got ready and drove the 30 miles to town and I finally met my father at a Mexican
Restaurant. He seemed genuinely happy to see us and really interested in what all he had missed over the years. I welcomed
his attention with every ounce of my being.

He started coming up every weekend and meeting us for a movie and dinner or a picnic. I loved feeling complete. He then
started spending quite a bit of time at our house. He would spend the nights there. I was happy. My mom and dad were getting
back together and though I never knew them together, everything seemed to have a place and everything was in that place when
we were all together.

About a week before my 16th birthday my father was driving home from our house and had a heart attack. It was only a mild one,
But, it was still scary. He went to the hospital and ended up having to have a procedure called Angioplasty to open his arteries.
I stayed home from school that day and went to the hospital with him. When it was over, he was released to go home with us where
we could take care of him.

That night everything was fine. But, being that I had stayed up so late the night before, I stayed home from school again that
day. Mom, however, went to work. She was gone all evening.

When I went to bed, I wore a blue satin nightgown that came to just above my knees. I went to bed and went to sleep. I woke up
a bit later to find my father above me rubbing his hand up my inner thigh and lifting my nightgown. I didn't
know what to do. I knew that if I did or said anything to him that I might lose the sense of wholeness I had finally found. But,
could I live with myself if I didn't say anything?

I pressed my hands to his chest and tried to push him away. He grabbed me by the wrists and pinned me to the mattress like it
was nothing. I broke my arms free and I must have hit him 20 times before he stood up.
As he was standing up I kneed him in the groin and managed to bust out the stitches from his Angioplasty. He stood on one side
of the bed and I stood on the other. He came around the bed and I grabbed the first thing I could see. It was a small brass cross
that had been placed in my great grandmother's casket. I pressed the pointed end into his chest and told him to back up. I then
ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

I don't know how long I sat in there and cried. But, my father was right at the door. He was knocking, appologizing, and pleading
me to talk to him. I got dressed and told him I'd be out in a few minutes and to wait for me in the kitchen. I would talk to him
then. I waited to hear him walk and I heard his feet on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. I then grabbed my purse and my dog
and ran out the front door. He ran after me but stopped short of the door and pleaded with me to come back. I turned and looked at him
and in a very serious voice told him he may want to leave before my grandfather finds out what happened and comes after him with
a gun.

He must have taken the advice. Because by the time my mother got there he was gone. We called the police who waited untill the
next morning to come and take reports. Come to find out, the police had given him a ride to get his car in another county.

My father never even so much as had to talk to the police about what happened. I, on the other hand, had to relive the night
my world fell apart over and over again. He never did one day in jail or had one day in front of a judge. Our justice system
claimed that they couldn't find him. One problem with that. He got a government check untill his dying day. Where'd they send
the check?

After this, I turned even more inward. I didn't talk, didn't write, didn't listen to music or go on dates. I stayed in my own
little world where no one could hurt me. It did change me in one way though. It kept rolling through my mind that the last person
that touched me sexually was my own father. No matter how many showers I took, I couldn't wash that dirt away. So, I thought,
I'll just give in and have sex with someone else. This had the opposite effect of what I wanted. Even though I saw Jeff, I could
smell that mixture of Marlboro and Old Spice that seemed to follow my father around.

I felt like I had failed my mother and our justice system had failed me. It was official. I was pathetic. I often wondered
when I'd hear the snide remarks about me not lasting a week in their neighborhood, how long would they last in my world?
Most of them couldn't comprehend their fathers not giving them reassuring smiles, or not kissing their scrapped knees.
I was alone.

I still am to a point. It's been 12 years and I can still hear his moans and smell Marlboro and Old Spice from time to time.
I guess I'll always have that.

It had begun to snow and we were still sweating. In a crowd of 10,000 bodies pressed against each other moving and girating with
the tribal beating of the drum. It was my fifth Disturbed concert and I was really enjoying the opening act of Skindred. I couldn't
understand one damn word the lead singer was screaming, but, the beat was good and the lead singer somewhat reminded me of a hyena
hopped up on steroids. He was jumping to all fours all over the stage. I kinda wanted to ask for a tranquilizer gun. But, he was entertaining.
And I am able to assail my ears with anything as long as I am then able to sooth them with Draiman Drops. There is just something
about David Draiman, lead singer of Disturbed, that can heal anything on me. Or that's what I thought anyway.

I had gone to the show in Cleveland with my ex-boyfriend ,Jesse, his cousin, Brad, and my friend, Mandoline. Jesse and Brad had been trying
to convince Mandoline and I that David Draiman is gay for years. Honestly, we didn't care. We just wanted to admire his beauty from afar
and dream of one day kissing his perfect lips.

Anyway, it's thirty degrees and snowing and we all started off in jeans and sweatshirts. Now Jesse and Brad are down to being
shirtless and Mandoline and I are down to our Black tank tops with the Believe symbol on them and we're all still sweating profusely.
And the only thing I kept thinking was Dear God, please don't allow my prayers of meeting him today be answered. I'd sweat all over his pretty face.

Anyway, everyone was pumped and exhausted at the same time. Someone off to the side was throwing up I think. Maybe a bit too much spirit.
The house lights went dim and you couldn't see anything. The only way you knew where you were was by holding to the barracade at the front of the floor
for dear life. Then the music starts, a light hits the back drop above Mike, the drummers, head and there was the Believe symbol and David looking
hot and very crusified. Dan the lead guitar player decended steps to David's left while John, the bass player, decended steps to his right.
Both looking very confident they walk to the edge of the stage and prop a foot on a monitor and continue playing. The Believe symbol with a
very precious package slowly pulls to the front of the stage and lowers and David steps off the symbol as it raises back to it's place above Mike.
David walks to the front of the stage in the center and raises the microphone to his lips and starts off.

"So, are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No, no
Are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No"

And I'm thinking to myself, not anymore. I think I stopped breathing and thinking and started drooling the moment I laid eyes on him.
Pathetic right? I know.

Regaurdless of not thinking, I am singing every word to every song they're performing. I thought I would faint when David stopped in front of us,
put his foot on the monitor, looked at us, smiled, and pointed. I litterally thought I'd faint.

The set continued flawlessly and then it happened, I smelled the Old Spice and Marlboro. I thought I saw his face over there a few feet.
Must have been my imagination, right? I felt hands on my shoulders and heard the voice of the devil speaking into my ear saying,
"How have you been honey?" I was motionless. Again, I didn't know what to do. I tried to move to the left to no avail. I had to get away from
that smell. I turned and screamed at him to leave me alone. I tried to go around him. He stopped me and said, "Now wait a minute here young lady."
I smacked him across the face and he hit me back. Hard enough to bloody my lip. Security of course escorted him off premises. But, damage had already been done.
A fairly large built man with curly red hair and freckles wearing a yellow security shirt helped me over the baracade and sat me in a folding chair while
he applied an ice pack to my swollen lip and told me that the police were on their way. I thought great the police again. Wonder what they'll do to make
me believe that this was my fault again. But, I thanked the man for his kindness and sat there waiting.

The band had just finished the last song when the two officers walked over to me. One was short and pudgie with a mole on his upper lip that looked a little
like he had missed his mouth with the brownie. The other was tall and lanky with hair so blonde it was almost transparent. They asked me for my name. When
I responded and they couldn't hear me over the "We are DISTURBED" going on, they decided to wait untill the band vacated the stage which was just a few
seconds later. They tried it again. "Ma'am, what's your name?" I answered, "BreAnna Debenedetto" They asked what happened and I relayed the evenings
events to the best of my knowledge. I was still shaking so much the stage looked like it was vibrating.

Then I heard a familiar voice to my left a ways. It was asking, "Is she alright? I saw it all. Do I need to fill out a report or anything?"
Great. Thank you God for not answering my prayer again. I was almost afraid to look in that direction. I had no idea what my face looked like.
I could feel the swelling in my lower lip. This was not my fantasy meeting. But, reguardless, I looked towards the sound of his voice and saw
him looking at me with concern. He jogged over to me and knelt down beside me and asked me if I was okay. I replied, "UH HUH" I couldn't
even think of words at that moment. I thought I'd do better sticking to the grunts and groans of the Neanderthals. He asked me what started it.
I couldn't answer. So, Mandoline answered for me. She told him all about my father and what had happened when I was younger. He turned blood red
and his eyes became small slits on his face. When he spoke, he did so through clenched teeth. He asked the officers, "When do you arrest him?"
They replied that they could arrest him if I wanted to press charges but that they could only hold him for one night. He was visibly upset
by the police officers seeming lack of concern over the crime that had obviously taken place. He looked at the floor for a moment, clenched his jaw
and his fists, and asked the officers in a strained voice, "What is she supposed to do after that? Do you care if she's in danger?" The tall officer
replied with, "It's up to her what she does from here. We can take reports and start a case, or she can go home and pretend it never happened. It
is her life and her father. If she needs any other assistance, she can call the police in her hometown." Brad asked no one in particular, "Why
do we pay taxes to the police department?" This remark granted a small laugh from David and looks of reprimand from the officers.

David placed a reassuring hand on my left shoulder and gently asked, "So, what is it that you're comfortible doing about this?" I took a deep breath,
opened my mouth and released it and replied, "It will do me no good to make out a report. I can see that. I guess I'll just go on trying to believe
that I was simply hatched on a fence post. I'm comfortible with that." He laughed and told the officers, "There's your answer." The officers asked me
if I was going to be okay or if I needed them to escort me to Brads vehicle. David told them I'd be fine and we wouldn't be leaving alone. This statement
made us all look at David in disbelief and confusion. Mandoline went so far as to say, "We won't?" He laughed and said, "No you won't. We're here overnight
and you're not leaving yet." Mandoline started jumping up and down and thanking god for my lousy fathers lousy timing. This even got me to laugh.

I thanked the officers and watched them walk out the door. David stood up again and told us all to follow him. Who could say no to that? We all followed
like obedient little puppies. He lead us back a small corridor to an even smaller room with 4 large black trunks sat up around it and two long folding tables
in the center holding things such as laptops, MP3 players, phones, beverages, pictures, everything but the kitchen sink. There were quite a few folding chairs
here and there all over the room and one small, black loveseat in the corner. David placed his hand on my lower back and lead me to the loveseat and motioned for
us all to sit down. He then excused himself and told us he needed to take a shower. When he left, Mandoline couldn't stop talking about what his ass looked like
in the navy jumpsuit and Brad couldn't sit still. He jumped up and headed over to one of the trunks and picked up a set of drum sticks and began beating on the
folding chair that was sitting at that trunk. Jesse was about half passed out laying on one of the folding tables and I couldn't get my fathers voice to silence.
We were all in our own little worlds when the other three members snapped us out of them. Dan pretended to be concerned that a murder may have taken place on the
folding table, John told Mandoline, in a very pretend gay voice, "I know I love it when he shakes his ass in that jumpsuit." And Mike said to Brad, "Havin' fun man?"
That made Brad attempt to throw the drumsticks back where he found them and in the process he knocked all the cans of hairspray and bottles of cologne to the floor.
He turned to look at Mike and had this look of I swear I wasn't doin' anything wrong on his face. Mike just laughed.

Dan must have then realized who we were because he asked me how long the son of a bitch would be in jail. Before I could respond, Mandoline answered him. "He won't be."
He looked confused and Brad piped in with, "So, we gotta be her security for a little while." Mike said, "Just give that one a set of drumsticks and let him loose. He'll
never walk again." We all laughed at that. Dan then asked if we were hungry. Brad and Mandoline both replied, "A little." Jesse sat up and said, "Did someone mention food?"
Dan told us that they were planning on going to get a bite to eat and asked if we would join them. I just said, "What are we waitin' for?" John replied, "David as usual.
He's worse than a woman. No offense." I said, "None taken." David spoke up from the doorway and said, "I know you're not waitin' on me. I've been standing here waiting on
your old asses to get it in gear." John, Mike, Brad, and Jesse all filed past David followed closely by Dan and Mandoline looking very comfortible together. I stood up and went
to walk by him as well. He put his arm around me reassuringly and escorted me out.

When we arrived at the Restaurant, we were quickly ushered to a back room and seated. It was a very nice atmosphere. The lights were dimmed, the music was soft, elevator style,
there was a vase in the center of the table with two pink roses in it. The food was decent. I just wasn't very hungry. When we had all finished eating, Mike asked if we were
coming to the after party. Mandoline, Brad, and Jesse all replied with enthusiastic Hell Yeah's. Dan informed us that it was to be held in the hotel they were staying at. The Hampton.
I just said, "Let's go." Mandoline kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you." I said, "Yeah yeah yeah. I love you too."

Once we got to the hotel, we realized that the party had already started without us. Everyone was talking and dancing, drinking and laughing. I did not belong here tonight.
Brad and Jesse had lost themselves among a swarm of young women and Mandoline and Dan were inseperable. I don't know where David was. I think I lost him somewhere in the crowd.
So, I just walked to the bar and ordered a shot of Patrone and a glass of Diet Coke. I just sat there for a while with my head in my hands wondering if my father would find me here.

David came over to me and sat in the stool next to me and said, "I don't feel like being here tonight and you don't look like you do either. Want to leave?"
I said, "Yes. Please get me out of here." He smiled and took my hand to lead me to a room on the third floor. It was a nice room. It had a large bed with two end stands,
a dresser/vanity, a small refridgerator and microwave, a couch and a television. I looked around the room and saw a large duffle bag on the bed. I asked him, "Who's room are we in?"
He laughed and said, "It's okay. It's my room." I thought, "Wow! I'm in David Draiman's hotel room. How the fuck did this happen?" We talked for a while about life in general.
I guess I didn't know exactly how long we had talked. At least not untill I looked at his watch. "Three in the morning?" I asked with astonishment. "I wonder where the rest of
my people are." I said. He told me he was going to go look for them and he'd be right back.

A few minutes later he returned with a small stack of cloths and informed me that Brad and Jesse had left with a few of the girls. That didn't surprise me. And that Mandoline would be spending the night
in Dan's room. That one shocked me a bit. He told me that I was welcome to stay with him and he'd be a perfect gentleman. I laughed and said, "I don't think I have much of a choice." He handed
me the stack of cloths he was carrying and told me he had barrowed them from one of the other girls 'cause he figured I would like to take a shower. I thanked him and retreated to the bathroom.

The hot water did feel good. I just stood there and let it beat on the top of my head and imagined that it was washing away the stress of the days events.
It did make me feel more relaxed. I got out and towel dried and opened the stack of cloths. There was a pair of black gym shorts and a small grey tank top.
I put them on. I came to the conclusion that that girl must be about four feet tall because the shorts were way too short and the tank top barely covered my
breasts. But, they were clean and that's all I cared about.

I walked out to see David sitting on the edge of the bed untying his shoes. He glanced up at me and asked if I felt better. I said, "Much. Thank you for all your kindness."
He said, with a laugh, "Good. 'Cause you're freezin' me." I asked, "Is it that bad?" He said, "No. But, I can't gaurantee that I will be a total gentlemen in my sleep with you
wearing so little." I laughed and quickly walked past the mirror on the wall without looking in it. He noticed. "Eventually you're going to have to look." I replied, "No thanks.
I've seen that face before."
"He's done this to you before?"
"No, not him someone else."
"You need to stay away from those types of people."
"It's not like I try."

He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to look into the mirror.
"Now take a look at yourself. It's not as bad as you think and it's eventually going to heal."
He noticed that I still had my head turned and my eyes closed.
"Open your damn eyes. I'm right here with you and if you haven't noticed, I've had my arms around you all evening so you've got to know what I think of you."
I slowly turned my head and opened my eyes and stared into the face of someone I wasn't sure I knew. Her eyes were small and scared and her lip was badly swollen
and split. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes.
"See girl it's not that bad." He said trying to comfort the depressed woman in front of him.
"Okay. I've looked enough. I'm going to go to bed." I said as I walked to the side of the bed. I turned off the light and crawled in.
The sheets were cold and reminded me of how little I was wearing.

David slid into bed behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. The feeling of his warm body next to mine put me more at ease and I thought to myself,
"It's been way, way, too long." As a smiled crossed my face. He whispered," Goodnight BreAnna." His lips touched my cheek for the sweetest and softest kiss
I've ever felt. I felt all my problems and fears slip away untill all that was left in my thoughts was a kiss from a perfect friend. I moved his arm to my
chest and clutched it tightly with a smile on my face until we both drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

The following morning seemed to come way too early with the sunlight peeking through the curtains of the hotel room and waking to find myself alone
in bed and hoping it wasn't all just a dream. I groggily sat up and looked around the room attempting to find the one that had comforted me
throughout the night.

"Good morning." I heard him whisper from the table at the foot of the bed.
"What are you doing up so early?" I asked.
"I don't sleep well. I didn't want to wake you so I just got up and plugged in the headphones to listen to the morning news."
I crawled to the end of the bed and rose to my knees and asked,"Did you get ANY sleep?
"Very little. I'll probably sleep a little on the road later."
I slouched a little and played with my hair.
He asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess I just didn't realize how little time I have to spend with my new friend."
He laughed and I said, "So, What are we waiting for? Let's go get the other lazy bones up." I said this as I had my hand on the doorknob of the room.
I walked out into the hallway with him close behind asking, "Do you even know where you're going?" I responded, "No. What do you think you're for?"
as I grabbed his hand. He laughed and said, "Ummmm, in case you haven't noticed, there are a lot of people in this hallway and we're not wearing much."
I stopped for a minute and turned to look at him. He was blushing and only wearing boxers. I said, "Hmmmm, sexy." He laughed and said, "Okay. They're right in here."
I began beating on the door wildly saying, "FIRE! FIRE! GET UP! THERE'S A FIRE!" Mandoline answered the door wearing Dans shirt and nothing else.
I pushed past her and landed hard on the bed. She slowly walked over and collapsed half on top of me half on top of Dan and said, "That's nice. Goodnight."
David closed the door and walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He pushed at Dans head and asked him, "Hey man, what the hell are you doing sleeping with
two beautiful women in your bed?" Dan laughed and said, "What the hell makes you think I'm sleeping? I haven't slept all night." He then looked at us and said,
"With what you two are wearing, I'd say you didn't either." I said, "Oh, Ha ha ha." Dave replied, "Nah, she's a lady, not a toy. Not implying that you are, Mandoline."
She said, "No I am. But, I'm a top shelf toy." We all laughed.

I said after a few a minutes of silence, "So, what are we having for breakfast?" Dan replied by biting Mandoline on the neck and saying, "I know what I'm havin'."
I said, "Now now...we'll have none of that. At least not when I'm in the same bed with you." This warranted a hearty laugh from both the guys.

David then suggested that we all go to Denny's. We all agreed and decided that we'd meet in the lobby in a half an hour.

David and I left to go back to our room to get dressed and such. We were maybe ten feet from the elevators when David grabbed me by the arm and spun me around to face him.
He said, "Wait a minute. Don't I get a good morning kiss?" I just smiled at him and he backed me up against the wall and placed his one leg between mine and propped
himself on his hand, beside my head. I reached up to gently trace his jaw with my finger and he leaned into me. Before our lips met, however, Jesse and Brad
stepped off of the elevator and Brad said, "Whoa man. Couldn't wait to get back to the room eh? I don't blame you." Jesse just stood looking in disbelief and looking
a bit irritated as well. We told Jesse and Brad the plan for breakfast and they went to wait for us in the lobby.

We rushed around the room and gathered our clothes and such. I put my clothes back on and placed the barrowed ones in a bag then gave them back to Dave to give to whoever
they belonged to with my sincerest appreciation. We then ran down the stairs to meet the others. The only people in the lobby were Jesse and Brad.
"Where's Dan and Mandoline?" I asked. Brad said, "I don't know. Didn't they stay with you last night?" I replied, "No." Jesse then asked, "So you two were alone all night
then?" David replied, "Yes. But, I'm a perfect gentleman." Jesse told him, "You damn well better have been." David puffed up slightly and asked, "What the hell is that
supposed to mean? Aren't you the one who left her here with me so you could go bang the little slut from the party?" Jesse just laughed and said, "Leave one slut for another."
Brad stood up and said, "Jess, man, that was way outta line. I hope he beats you down." Then he walked away from Jesse and stood beside me and told me, "Babe, you're not a slut.
You don't have to put up with that shit." I said, "You're right. I don't." and nodded towards Jesse. David had grabbed him by his shirt and was escorting him outside.
Once outside David told him to find his own way back to the venue. Brad added, "And home while you're at it."

By the time we returned to the lobby, Dan and Mandoline were finally ready to leave. I said, "Well well, finally decide to join us?" They told us that they couldn't find
Dan's cell phone. That was a total lie. They were both still out of breath and Mandoline still had the stubble burn on her face.
I just said, "Is that what they call it these days? A cell phone?" They both laughed and Dan said, "I'm starved let's go."
I said," I bet you are. Works up quite an appetite eh?" We all chuckled and walked outside. Jesse was no where in sight. We all piled
in the bus and left.

Once at the Restaurant we all go in and have a seat and order our drinks, coffee around the table. Then we chit chat a little
among each other and order our food. I ordered a stack of pancakes and some fruit. When it arrived, David noticed me just picking
at it and asked, "Are you alright? You're not eating." I replied, "Yeah. I'm fine. I guess I just wasn't as hungry as I thought."
He told me, "You should really eat. You haven't eaten since yesturday."

"I know. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Anything you wanna talk about?"
"No. Just some things I need to work out for myself."
"Okay. Well, if you ever get to the point that you want to talk about it, I'm here."
"Thank you." I replied. But, I was thinking, "Yeah, for the next, what? fifteen minutes? Then what?"

I knew I shouldn't be depressed about having such little time with him. I'm lucky to have gotten three minutes of his attention.
Let alone an entire evening of it.

I sipped down a few sips of coffee and picked at my plate a little untill the end of the meal. As we stood up to leave, David turned
towards me and in a low voice said, "We have to go now."
"Oh ok." I replied. No matter how I tried, I couldn't force a smile this time though.

We all migrated outside around the busses and I finally got the courage to say something with a smile. I took Davids hand and
thanked him for the wonderfull time and told him that I really wanted to repay the favor. I then handed him a small slip of napkin
from inside the restaurant and said, "If you ever need anything, here's my number. Don't hesitate." Even as I said this I knew
I would never hear from him again. But, it made me feel better to say it. David wrapped his arms around me and burried his face
in my hair and took a deep breath.
"I love the way your hair smells. I'll take that with me. Take care of that lip. Remember, you're a beautiful, intelligent, and
sweet girl. You don't have to settle for anything less than what is perfect for you. I'll see ya later."

I had no idea then how those words would haunt me. I watched as they all boarded the busses and watched the
busses pull away.

-Two Weeks Later-

I was sitting at home with my dog sleeping on my feet and reading GhostHunting 101 when the phone rang. My father had been calling
and I just assumed it was him again. So, I let the answering machine get it.

-beep-
"Hi BreAnna. It's David. I really would like to talk to you again. When you get this, could you give me call? The number's 312-631."
-beep-

"What? Was that? Oh my god. It was. What was that number? Damn it cut him off." This is what I was saying aloud to my dog I guess.
The phone rang again. This time I answered it.

Me-"Hello."
D-"Hey doll. How have you been?"
Me-"Fine thanks. How about you?"
D-"Good. Busy. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you're still breathing and all."
Me-*laughing*
D-"We're going to be coming through Ohio again next month. You up for meeting us?"
Me-"Did you seriously just ask me that question?"*laughing*
D-"I'm supposed to ask you to bring Mandy too."
Me-"Okay. Sounds good."
D-"Why don't I call you again before we come through and firm up the plans?"
Me-"Okay."
D-"Alright. It's nice to hear your sweet voice again. Just hearing it I can almost smell your hair again."
Me-"As always, it's been nice to hear yours as well."
D-"Take care doll."
Me-"You too."
Both-"Bye."

WOW...David Draiman just called me and wants to meet again. WOW. I gotta call Mandy.

ring
ring

Mandy-"Hello"
Me"Hello Mandy. Guess what? David just called and he and Dan want to meet you and I next month. Seems they're coming back through
Ohio again."
Mandy-"Okay, what? Wait. Slow down damn. I just woke up ya know. They want to meet us again?
Me-"Yes!"
Mandy-"WOW! Okay I'm game."
Me-"Great. He's supposed to call later to firm up the plans. I'll let you know what they are. Okay?"
Mandy-"Okay. Now Goodnight."
Me-"Night."

-Two Nights later-

I was taking a shower and the phone rang. I had learned my lesson about not answering it. So, I turned off the water and answered.

Me-"Hello"
D-"Hello doll."
Me-"What is it with all this doll stuff?"
D-*laughing*"I don't know. It just fits."

Anyway, this conversation was a fairly lengthy one. Talking about the road, dogs, the other members, pretty much anything that
came to mind.

We would have several of these conversations over the next three weeks. He even convinced me to start seeing a therapist to try
to help me deal with what all had happened. The therapist prescribed me with something called Depekote to help stabelize my moods.
It stabelized them alright. Right in the state of depression. But, I continued with the treatment hoping that it would begin to work.
I had learned that I really enjoyed having David as just a friend.

Just friends is how our relationship would stay for three long years.

-Three Years and Two Months later-

I had met with David at a show in Columbus and we continued on to the hotel room as usual. I was still a mess. Therapy hadn't
really helped one ounce. The only time I felt "normal" was when I was with David. We were just friends, yes, but, there was still
a connection there. And, unbeknownst to him, I had planned to prey on that connection this evening.

When we arrived at the room, he immediately began changing his clothes and I retreated to the bathroom to do the same. I changed into
a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra and a black satin night shirt unbuttoned just to where it would play peek-a-boo
with the very edge of my bra. I let down my hair and walked back out.

I stood in the doorway for a moment looking at Davids broad back muscles moving as he was untying his shoes and then removing his pants.
Now he's down to a pair of grey boxers. "Ummmm, that's really, ummmm, hot." I said. He turned and looked at me and said, "So is that.
Are you sure you're safe around me in that?" I walked over to him and gently touched his lips with one finger and replied,"God I hope not."
He took a deep breath and placed one hand on my lower back and the other on my chin and guided my face to meet his. Our lips met for the
sweetest, softest kiss I ever had the priviledge of tasting. It somewhat tasted like a mixture of spearemint and salt.

He asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?" I smiled and said,"There's nothing I want more." He lead me to the bed and gently lowered our bodies
to the sheets.

( We all know what happens next. I felt the need to edit this part out due to the possibility of wee ones reading it.)

He arose from the warm tangle of sheets. His pulse was irregular his breath uneven and shallow. A bead of sweat ran down his face, down his
neck and slowly onto his chest before I pressed it with one finger. He stared at me and I returned my body to its black lace bra and matching
panties before turning to him. I leaned in to kiss his head and his kissed my abdomen. "I love you." He whispered sincerely. I stared
into his deep brown eyes. I traced his face with my hand and pressed my figertips to his mouth as I replied,"I love you and I always will."
I turned and sat next to him on the bed with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
"Doll, what's wrong?" he asked me.
A strangled sob escaped my lips and I lowered my hand to reveal a small orange bottle. I then stood and walked over to the mirror and glanced into
it. "There it is again. The face of the girl that I don't know." I threw the bottle at the glass hard enough to shatter the mirror.
"Baby, What is wrong?" he asked again as I ran to another room of the victorian hotel. He stepped quickly to the mirror and fetched the bottle.
It read:
BreAnna Debennedeto
Depekote

He followed me into the other room. The curtains flapped wildly in the cold, brisk wind and the french doors swung on their hinges.
He walked to them. I leaned myself against the railing, my hair whipped around my face as I stared at the traffic below. Twelve stories down.
"BreAnna" He said, his voice faint.
I gripped the railing. "BreAnna no." he screamed as he stepped towards me. I was lifting my frame over the railing.
"BreAnna." he said one more time. I had my bare feet on the railing. I turned towards him. He clutched my hand.
"BreAnna, baby, no." he pleaded.
"I love you, David." I smiled down at him."And I always will."
My fingers slid from his grip as I fell. Twelve stories down. I thought that would be the end. I thought that was the easy way.
Just darkness. I was wrong.

I immediately saw David collapse, his naked form shiverring in the bitter wind. He buried his face in his hands curling his body tight.
I saw what my killing myself did to everyone I loved. I relived it over and over again. I was totally alone. This must be hell, right?

-Ten Years later-

David sat in the chair of an interview television show. He played with his fingers popping his knuckles.
"So Dave," the interviewer started off, "it's been ten years since Toledo."

The show started with a few of the classics and then a new piece.

"Devon
Won't go to heaven
She's just another lost soul, about to be mine again
Leave her
We will receive her
It is beyond your control
Will you ever meet again"

I thought, hmmm what is this about? Stupid damn question. The song continued.

"Devon lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal
Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her

Sever
Now and forever
You're just another lost soul about to be mine again
See her, you'll never free her
You must surrender it all
If you'd like to meet again

Fire
For you desire
As she begins to turn cold for the final time
You will shiver
Till you deliver
You will remember it all
Let it fill your mind again"

At the end of the song he collapsed in the middle of the stage and then all I saw was a bright light. Then darkness. Then just
fire.

Sorry folks...I shoulda warned ya that it could qualify as a book.

nice story stricken mistress i have a story of my own a real life story which happend recently you see i know what its like to be let down by the law you see my father who is 60 next year got attack and robbed last week on tuesday the thief tried to take my fathers wallet and my dad ran after him cause it has his life in that wallet birth certifcate bank details and eraplassible photos in there so he fought the guy he got hit alot of times the thief managed to take money out of the wallet before the police showed up he took almost 800 bucks the police could not prove that the 20 year old stole any money or that the 800 bucks was his so for fighting the robber my almost 60 year old dad who hasent got his real teeth was arrested and put in a prison cell he was there for 6 hours they let him go of course cause hes inicent but the thief got away with it and my father spent 6 hours in a police jail is that justice i can still see the blisters and see his red noise from where his attacker fought him the justice system is screwed up i agree with you stricken mistress i was angery now im just diaspointed in the law and society again good story stricken mistress

Holy christ, that was awsome.
Lol, U skipped the sex part though, which im glad O.O, that would have made me just be Haunted.
But damn, this was awsome, some spelling and stuff but other than that it was great, BTW what years are this? like 2002-present?

10/10 well done ST

Ravensclaw wrote:nice story stricken mistress i have a story of my own a real life story which happend recently you see i know what its like to be let down by the law you see my father who is 60 next year got attack and robbed last week on tuesday the thief tried to take my fathers wallet and my dad ran after him cause it has his life in that wallet birth certifcate bank details and eraplassible photos in there so he fought the guy he got hit alot of times the thief managed to take money out of the wallet before the police showed up he took almost 800 bucks the police could not prove that the 20 year old stole any money or that the 800 bucks was his so for fighting the robber my almost 60 year old dad who hasent got his real teeth was arrested and put in a prison cell he was there for 6 hours they let him go of course cause hes inicent but the thief got away with it and my father spent 6 hours in a police jail is that justice i can still see the blisters and see his red noise from where his attacker fought him the justice system is screwed up i agree with you stricken mistress i was angery now im just diaspointed in the law and society again good story stricken mistress

That sucks man, If I had the money, I would fly to UK and find you, then we would buy weapons and hunt the man down, And im dead serious Ive dont it before with some of my friends, and we found the bastard (He stole 3 of our paintball guns) In his garage trying to take them apart.... Sorry about your Dad Raven.

Ravensclaw wrote:nice story stricken mistress i have a story of my own a real life story which happend recently you see i know what its like to be let down by the law you see my father who is 60 next year got attack and robbed last week on tuesday the thief tried to take my fathers wallet and my dad ran after him cause it has his life in that wallet birth certifcate bank details and eraplassible photos in there so he fought the guy he got hit alot of times the thief managed to take money out of the wallet before the police showed up he took almost 800 bucks the police could not prove that the 20 year old stole any money or that the 800 bucks was his so for fighting the robber my almost 60 year old dad who hasent got his real teeth was arrested and put in a prison cell he was there for 6 hours they let him go of course cause hes inicent but the thief got away with it and my father spent 6 hours in a police jail is that justice i can still see the blisters and see his red noise from where his attacker fought him the justice system is screwed up i agree with you stricken mistress i was angery now im just diaspointed in the law and society again good story stricken mistress

THAT IS HORRIBLE! See, something should seriously be done about the
justice systems in this world. They're not working.

Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Morbid Spawn wrote:Holy christ, that was awsome.
Lol, U skipped the sex part though, which im glad O.O, that would have made me just be Haunted.
But damn, this was awsome, some spelling and stuff but other than that it was great, BTW what years are this? like 2002-present?

10/10 well done ST

Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Yes, I
skipped the "sex part". I don't know if there are any people on here
who might get offended by it. So, I played it safe.

Well, the beginning of the story is true...the part about my dad.
That happened back in 1997. The rest of the story is the fanfiction
part. Not really true. But, I'd say the first concert portion would
have been back in 99 probably. So 99 to 2012...looking ahead a bit.
See, the reliving what her actions did to her loved ones was what I
consider pergatory. She was trapped in pergatory untill the ending
concert.