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dunwithurshitm8-blog · 8 years ago

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Clenched Fists: The Meeting Chapter 1

Part 1 of a series I’ve been writing for a while featuring my OFC Percie-Jo and Josh Dun.

Not going to give anything away but please read the warnings.

Words: 4700

Warnings: Abusive relationships, cheating (not on Josh, dw), emotional abuse

“This is ridiculous, love!” Percie said down the phone, wringing her hands in her lap as her bandmates prepared for the show in three hours. Stitch cast her a bored glance and she paused before turning in her chair and continuing to persuade the man on the other end that all was well. “We’re fine. Ohio’s just another show.”

She leant on her hand and sighed deeply as the man continued going on and on about how he didn’t trust her in places where he had a reputation.

“Well that’s your fault, not mine. I’m not sacrificing this because you don’t trust me.”

Now he was really going mad. Percie stood and left the room, refusing to let her shitty personal life effect the morale of the band despite the fact that her boyfriend seemed hellbent on ruining the band altogether.

Stitch hauled a breath and looked to Louis, the bass player.

They cast a few knowing looks before returning to their work.

They could hear her trying to calm him down and the finally giving up and just shouting at him. Then he must have threatened her because she started begging, pleading him to see that she’d be fine and wasn’t a threat to him. Henry ‘Hal’ Devine was Percie’s boyfriend of four years. He was a criminal from their hometown of Boston. He fancied himself as a gangster but he was just a criminal who profited from other peoples losses. Somehow, when she was 17, Percie had flown into his web and become a pawn in his disgusting little games. Now he was too dangerous; too much of a threat to her for her to be able to leave him.

Eventually, everything went silent and a moment later, a very weary Percie walked back into the dressing room. “I saw a Guitar Centre on the way here, I’m going to go to get some more strings. Want anything?”

Stitch watched his friend stand in the doorway, eyes tired and shoulders slumped. “Umm, I could do with a few more picks?”

“No problem. 0.60’s right?”

“You got it. Want me to come?”

She swallowed and jumped as her phone started vibrating. She ignored it. “I kind of want to be on my own at the minute.”

“No problem.” He paused. “Maybe get Sim some more Lucozade if you pass a shop? He ran out yesterday.”

“Okay, will do.” Her phone started vibrating again and she closed her eyes in annoyance to stop the rage creeping to the surface. She took a breath, calmly removed the phone from her pocket, popped the back off and yanked out the battery. She took another deep breath against the anger and placed both parts down on the side. “I’ll be back in two hours.” She said before leaving quickly.

Working at Guitar centre wasn’t a particularly stressful job; sit around most of the day, play whatever instrument you prefer until customers need help, help them as best you can, tidy a little, play your chosen instrument a little more.

Josh had played the drums until his fingers started to blister in places he never knew could blister. For fear of them popping, he gave it a rest and tried to occupy himself with something else until a customer came in.

“Matt?” He called, rounding the corner to the till to see where the only other employee was hiding. He found Matt snacking on some crisps he’d left under the till. He stuffed the packet away quickly for fear of it being the manager calling after him but relaxing when he saw it was his flatmate.

Josh chuckled. “Gimme some.”

The other boy poured some chips into Josh’s extended hand before stuffing his own hand inside and leaning against the back wall.

“What a boring day.” Josh remarked, looking at the empty store.

“I know, right? Had enough of playing?”

“Yeah,” Josh looked to his hands to check the state of the blisters. “Tre Cool did me in.” He joked at the Green Day record he’d been playing along to and the skill of the drummer he so admired.

“Not surprised. If there’s any reason to take drugs, it’s to come up with drum sequences like that.”

Before Josh could reply, the bell rang and a woman walked in.

She was wearing an oversized New England Patriots Jersey with large ventilation holes in the fabric that inadvertently showed her black bra in contrast to her pale skin. Underneath that was the skinniest pair of black jeans he’d ever seen tucked into a loosely laced pair of dark blue Doctor Marten boots.

Her face was slim, with high cheekbones and wide doe-eyes, accentuated by a carefully shaded, grunge-esque red and perfectly flicked eyeliner. Her skin was flawlessly pale and her lips painted a sandy red. Her hair fell in a waterfall of purple waves, faded to pastel over time to just past her shoulder.

“Shotgun.” Matt whispered as she started walking over to the desk.

“You can’t shotgun a person!” Josh argued, irritated by his friends speed.

“Come on, man. You have a girlfriend.”

Matt looked to his friend, pursed his lips in thought and then started walking from the desk muttering: “You owe me.” As he passed and walked away. She walked to the desk and looked at the array of strings behind Josh. “Umm, hi.” She managed distracted by her search. “Do you have any Elixir .010 gauge?”

“Are they acoustic strings?”

She hummed a confirmation. “Ah, there they are. Second from the right at the top.”

Josh turned his back to look and found them quickly. “How many?”

“Uhm . . . may as well buy two. Never know the next time we’ll find a guitar centre.” She joked. “Mind you, I think there’s one in Chicago.”

Josh pulled down a second set and typed the number into the till. “Are you touring?”

She looked up to Josh and blinked a few times before chuckling. “Ah,” She scoffed again before biting her lip in a slight embarrassment. “Yeah, our posters on your door.”

“No way!” He exclaimed, trying to recall what on earth was stuck to the door of the Guitar Centre. Funnily enough, he didn’t much pay attention to the posters on the door, only the fact that he was starting yet another likely boring shift.

But the poster she was referring to was pretty damn memorable. She was Persephone- better known as Percie - of Mad to Live. They were a highly controversial hardcore band from Boston although Percie was famously from England, the accent evident in her singing giving her a beyond recognisable voice. The band was so controversial purely because of Percie though as she stood before his now, he never would have been able to tell.

She had a persona - for lack of a better word - on stage; a carefree, sexual, foulmouthed, scantily-dressed, angry, flirtatious persona who had too much energy for people not to start rumours of drug-taking by band members. They were famously liberal with their politics and opinions on drugs and sex. They were known for venues having to pull gigs because of police suspicion. Josh had heard Matt talking about how he was only going to buy tickets on the door in case it got pulled, apparently the whole band had been arrested twice on this two week tour already.

“Right,” Josh smiled. “Mad to Live. I recognise you now.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Recognise me?”

Josh chuckled. “Half the twenty-somethings along your tour route know who you are. What is it? Three national tours you’ve done this year?”

She blushed. “It is.” Something in her seemed to switch as she took a deep breath. “So are you coming?”

“Coming?”

“To the gig.”

He shrugged. “I have work until 8.”

She chuckled. “Well it’s a good job we’re not on ’til 9.”

He looked at her for a moment and then turned his attention to the till. “Ah, that’s $21.59.”

She pulled the money out of her bag and leant on the desk. “Listen, you come tonight and I’ll get you and your weird friend who keeps peeking round the corner in for free.”

He laughed, sorting out her change. “You run a hard bargain, Percie.” She bit her lip and shrugged. “Come on! What do you guys do when you get home? Sit on the couch, stare at the TV, eat some fast food,” She glanced to

Matt who must have looked around the corner again. “Jack off if you’re lucky?” Josh laughed out loud. When he focused on her again, she was smiling like she’d just seen a sunset for the first time. She shook her head and continued.

“Come to the gig and you can listen to our frankly great music, run around a room full of sweaty people and, you never know, maybe you’ll meet a chick and get some sweet sweet pussy instead spending the night with your right hand.”

“I’m left handed.” Matt remarked, finally just deciding to jump in and fully round the corner.

“Not information I needed but point stands.” Percie smirked.

Oh, she was bad.

Josh could see it straight away, there were cogs moving in her head and whether it was just to up the number of people at the gig or if she had a bigger plan, Persephone was up to something.

“Okay, I don’t know what you’re big plan is but I’ll be there.” He handed her the change and she took it along with the bag of strings.

“Plan? I’m famous for winging it. I don’t have a plan for you . . .” She turned back. “Yet.” She winked at Josh. “See ya later boys.”

Yeah, she was definitely bad.

The Garage was a pretty large underground venue with a 300 or so capacity. The walls were painted black with various posters and stickers plastered to the walls. There was a door to the right of the stage that lead to the bands vans and a smoking area.

While Matt smoked before the gig, the members of all three bands on the line-up that night were mingling with people. Just as Matt hit the last few drags, there came a laugh from behind him that turned the heads of every single man in the area.

It was like a siren song; so innocent and unsuspecting and yet Josh met her eyes and he knew she could completely own anyone she wanted to. Impossibly deep emerald eyes met his brown ones and a small smirk lifted her lips as she listened to the man who was walking some equipment inside with her. Her hair fell in the same pastel purple curls past her shoulders, lifted by the channel of wind that was squeezed through the small area. She carried every man urges on the curve of her hips; their desires on the cupids bow of her lips and Josh wondered if every man who found her gaze felt like their chest was going to implode.

She winked to him and continued inside.

The entire area had gone quiet and as soon as she was inside, there was an almost disbelieving sigh that was released by every man.

“Fucking hell.” Josh scoffed, turning back to Matt.

Matt pulled another drag of the cigarette. “Forget it man, she’s taken.”

“How do you know?”

“Have you seen her?!” He exhaled and stubbed the butt in a wall mounted ashtray. “How could she not be?”

Josh could see his point. But the way she acted, he couldn’t imagine any man who was able to lay next to her and love her could see her to act like that and not get mad or possessive.

He just shrugged the idea away and followed Matt back inside where the sounds of a few instruments were being tested.

The last support band before Mad to Live were a mediocre local band who used the same chords as every other band and had the same standard progressions and lyrics.

But the music was fast and loud so they all got sweaty and disgusting anyway.

The gap between the support and Mad to Live’s set was filled with anticipation. Everyone had seen the videos and pictures and heard rumours of their live shows. Percie was known for being provocative and sexual and mischievous. Most people had seen her around the venue but nobody knew quite what to expect.

Josh just wanted to know the difference between the woman he’d met earlier and the front woman he was soon to see. When they finally came out, they were at least ten times better than the support bands. Maybe they’d done that on purpose; picked crappy bands to support so they could leave the crowd astonished.

Percie strutted on last wearing high-waist hot pants and a tee shirt with the arms ripped almost all the way down to the hem. On the chest in grey print were the words ‘probably a hallucination’. She had a battered pair of grey converse on her feet, likely because she needed something durable and sticky to stop her from falling with how much she jumped and ran around on stage. She stood centre stage in the buzzing feedback of the amps as her bandmates plugged their instruments in; hip jutted and eyes scanning the crowd. She met Josh’s gaze for a moment but quickly looked away as if not wanting to let anything distract her.

Percie got right up to the edge of the stage and into the crowds face to shout “We are fucking angry!” The drums were destroyed maniacally by the bald guy behind them and a single bass note rang repetitively before the first song was bought to life.

Josh didn’t look up to the stage again really; he was too busy jumping around and bouncing off of the other people in the room.

There were four members in the band; the rest of them male. Percie interacted with them all a lot. Specifically the lead guitarist. He was pretty tall and actually good looking with kind yet mischievous eyes. He had one of those smirks that Josh imagined would make women melt. It was the kind of thing Percie could do to men. She spent a lot of time around him, watching his hands and biting her lip whenever she looked to him. She’d hang from him during guitar solos and bite his ears. Josh wondered if maybe Percie and the lead guitarist were in a relationship, it’d explain a lot. Maybe her entire persona on stage and around the crowd was just a front that only he managed to see through.

After the third or fourth song, Percie calmed everyone down. “So’s everyone having a good time?” She asked to the shouts of the crowd. “That’s great. I just have one tiny request.” She seemed to look at everyone in the crowd with just a little pout and some innocence in those emerald eyes. “If you could all be respectful of everyone else, I’ll love you all forever. I’ve seen a couple of people go down and it’s taken a while for you guys to pick ‘em up. If somebody goes to fall down, you pick them up before they even hit the ground, okay? Okay.” She took a breath. “Now that’s enough lectures don’t you think?” the crowd cheered and she walked to one side of the stage “Who here’s getting hot?” She said seductively, swaggering up and down. “Who here’s getting sweaty?” Her words were exaggerated and breathy and her mouth was hanging open after the questions. “Who here’s getting . . .” She bent over and sent a balled fist to her crotch. “Horny?” She moaned and the crowd cheered.

She laughed at how easy it was to get the crowd riled and bought up her crop top to reveal a lacy black bra that everyone had already been flashed multiple points during the show. “Let’s go!” She shouted as the next song started. She had a hardcore trained voice that meant she could scream like a motherfucker but then in some songs she had a gentle folk voice that lifted over harmonies and released a high note the could kill a man.

They were a weird mix of hardcore, ska and folk. One song even had all members of the band on either one a drum or bashing on a cowbell with whistles in their mouths. It sounded like a carnival and the crowd jumped with the beat chanting along with the chorus.

It was beginning to get unbearably hot in the venue. Josh’s hair was completely soaked and so was his vest.

They kept going for a few more songs before another song finished and she released a tired ‘phew’ down the microphone and turned to the guitar tech, asking him something and then nodding, explaining it to the rest of the band.

The drummer stood and the guitarist and bassist removed their instruments. The guitar tech handed her an acoustic that she plugged in with an irritating ‘pop’. “Ooh!” She laughed. “That pissed you’s off didn’t it?” The crowd laughed. “Okay, let’s cool this down a little, hey?” she strummed the guitar testing the tuning. “Ah, it’ll do. Right, before all this; before the band, it was just me trying to drive as far away from Boston as I could without dying or getting sexually assaulted. And this is a song I wrote while I was solo, maybe you guys can sing along.”

Now that there was actual oxygen circulating in the room, despite it smelling of sweat and beer, Josh actually looked up to the stage

The lyrics of this song were more meaningful than the standard hardcore shouting she’d been doing before. She spoke of demons and her own thoughts. Suddenly, he saw bone beneath the flesh, a tiny flash of humanity behind a shell of sexuality. Later, Josh would recall this as the first moment he truly started to fall in love with her.

And in the end she shouted: “Help me! I’m breaking up!” It was overly honest, almost cringingly so but it was honest so it didn’t matter.

And the people sang along; fists in the air and voices loud and empathetic, feeling exactly the same as she did.

He saw bone beneath the flesh of her facade as she sang such a raw song with the crowd. From there he realised that she truly was the woman who’d come into the shop earlier; she was hurting and through the mask of confidence he saw fear; a scanning rooms, checking escape routes kind of fear.

As the song faded to an end, she smiled. “Thanks.” She handed the guitar back to the tech and took a breath, resuming the persona and starting the final few songs.

They were loud and fast and the pit opened up, filling with flailing bodies at the chorus.

That’s when the cops showed up.

The lights flicked on and the PA cut out. Percie paused, her foot on the barrier as she wondered what was going on. When she realised it was the police, she smirked and relaxed.

Now, when the cops show up to a punk gig, the crowd splits into two kinds of people. The one who shout “Oh yes! Motherfuckers, let’s fuckin’ go!” and the ones who whisper “Holy shit! Let’s get out of here!”

The PA was ringing now at lack of input, buzzing over the shouts. “Oh, we got another bust in boys!” Shouted one of the only female voices in the room, presumably Percie.

So as half the crowd headed for the door, some of them headed straight for the cops. Because when you get 200 depressed punks in a room where they all hate themselves and then give them a target, they’re going to direct that hate away from themselves.

Josh was not a fighter unless completely provoked and he wasn’t about to call his parents to get bail. But he was frustratingly loyal. So when he got outside and realised Matt was nowhere to be seen, he found himself going back inside.

He pushed through the crowd of people just like him who were desperate to get out.

Whereupon he was rugby tackled to the floor.

His head hit the ground and a baton hit his back. He grunted and felt his wrists being yanked behind his back. “I’m not resisting you!” Josh insisted.

“Shut up punk!” The cop shouted back.

Some cops were even going for the kids trying to get out, grabbing their waists and taking them to the ground where they could be arrested. Some of them were resisting which only made more hell for them as they could be done for resisting arrest.

Josh looked around just in time to see Percie land a fair punch to a cops jaw and then also get taken to the ground. Something told Josh this wasn’t her first rodeo.

There was a bit of a blur between being on the floor and being over the back of a cop car. Luckily he spotted Matt . . . who was also getting arrested.

He was piled into a cop car, now thoroughly concerned about how the hell he was going to explain this. The door was opened and another person was pushed into the car.

A flash of purple hair and he was speechless.

The door was shut and she sighed contentedly. “Here we are again.” She said to herself before she looked quickly up Josh and chuckled. “Nice to see you again Josh.”

He frowned. “I never told you my name.”

She chuckled. “You had a name tag.” He wondered what he should say. She had a confidence that seemed to just make his words run away. He blinked awkwardly a few times. “I enjoyed the gig by the way.” He finally blurted.

She looked over to him and now seemed to actually look him up and down.

And the way she did it was like she could see every little detail about his entire life without him saying a word. She chuckled.. “I’ve never had anyone compliment my live performance in the back of a cop car, I’ll be honest.”

“Well I’m glad to be the first.”

The cop suddenly got into the car. “Fucking punks.” He muttered to himself as he started the car and joined the convoy of police heading to the station.

Percie looked to Josh and smiled like she had a plan before shuffling forward. Josh knew she was about to do something stupid. “Excuse me.” She said. The cop didn’t answer. She shook a little in vague annoyance. “Excuse me?” She pouted and leant her head against the bars. “Excuse me?” She whined. Josh scoffed.

“What?!” The cop snapped.

“Why exactly are you arresting us?” She asked, her voice soft and innocent.

“You, darling, have been arrested for assaulting a police officer.”

She pulled air through her teeth. “Well, did I though.”

“I saw you.”

“But I didn’t actually hit him.”

“I saw you.” He insisted.

“Nobody read me my rights.” She said, changing the subject.

The officer frowned. “I didn’t arrest you so I can’t comment on that.”

Josh could see the drying sweat on her skin and the revealing nature of the ripped tee shirt left little to the imagination. He wondered what man was lucky enough to call her his; she was fierce but so damn innocent looking, she knew what she wanted and exactly who to hurt to make the journey fun. He couldn’t stop looking at her lips. And he couldn’t help himself; she was a manipulator and a player but he was falling for her nonetheless.

She sighed and looked to him quickly. He corrected himself and looked to her eyes. “And what about my friend here? What’s Josh been arrested for?” She smirked to him as she said his name and he smiled.

The officer glanced to him in the rear-view. “Nothing. He’ll be released in a few hours.”

She sighed. “Good God Josh! And I had such high hopes for you. Could you not have managed a minor assault charge?”

Josh laughed but the officer said no more and Percie slipped back in the chair again.

She shifted and stared at Josh.

Josh just looked away and tried not to blush. She smiled, licked her lower lip in a manner that sucked it over her teeth and then made it pop back into place. She pouted trying not to smile at his embarrassment. “Do I make you nervous Josh?” She kept saying his name and he wondered what it’d be like to hear her breath it into his ear.

He scoffed and tried not to smile, glancing up to her. “Are there many boys you don’t make nervous?”

She shrugged. “My boyfriend.” He looked up to her like he was trying to decide whether or not she was playing with him. She wasn’t. She scooted closer. “Do you want me Josh?”

“Who wouldn’t?” He felt awkward but her confidence almost turned him on. She was close, he could feel her heat.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes.”

She pulled a lopsided smirk. “My worlds a very dangerous one, Josh. Think you could handle it?” Her smile dropped. She was serious; as if weighing him up for the part.

“I’d try.”

She didn’t react in form of a facial expression; just remained blank and serious. “I don’t need someone who’d try. I need someone who would. My boyfriend can. Could you?”

He paused and wondered about this. He didn’t know what she was asking him to be a part of but he’d certainly risk many things for her.

“Why do you keep mentioning your boyfriend if you’re talking to me?”

She smiled like she knew a secret. “Oh honey, because he’s the reason my worlds dangerous.” Once again, he wasn’t sure what that meant. She moved ever closer and made it to his ear. “Show me you can handle it and I’ll be the most loyal person you’ve ever met. Love me and I’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had. Fight for me and I’ll love you until my dying breath.” She moved back. “Can you do those things Joshua?”

His breath was heavier now; synchronised with hers as her eyes met his. Hers were a pale, almost golden green rimmed with a deep emerald that he could fall into. Flecks of blue and brown and a bright shade of yellow popped out to him like spotlights. He felt like prey being seduced by a python as he nodded. “I can do my best.”

The car stopped and the cop rounded to Percie’s side. She looked to Josh quickly. “Well I certainly don’t think you’re lying.” She leant forward and pressed her lips to his.

He was shocked and couldn’t move. The move he would have made would have been to pull her in with his hand; unfortunately they were still chained behind his back.

Her smell and her feel and the situation compared was almost too much.

She was pulled away and the last thing he saw of her was her wink before she was taken inside to be logged.

He didn’t even have enough time to take a calming breath before he was also hauled out and inside to be processed.

Chapter 2

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dunwithurshitm8-blog · 8 years ago

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Clenched Fists: The Meeting - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

So most of these chapters are fully written it’s just editing that bores me. So I’m hoping to get a new chapter up every few days. There are only 9 chapters of this fic but I’m hoping to continue the Percie saga with some one shots and such.

Remember these first two chapters take place before TOP. Once again, no spoilers but pay attention to the warnings for possible triggers.

Thanks guys!!

Words: 4900

Warnings: Abusive relationships, cheating (not on Josh, dw), emotional abuse

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The Ohio air was cold and filled with voices. Mostly the voices of police officers telling kids to ‘shut up!’. Josh didn’t make a fuss, he was worried but for some reason Percie’s demeanour calmed him. He just hoped she’d sort him and Matt out as well as the band.

He could see her being escorted in front of him. Her clothes were appropriate for the sauna-like basement but out here, she must have been freezing. His concern even overtook his want to see her skin, wondering if there was anything he could do to help her.

He quickly realised there was nothing and just went with the flow of people being documented and placed into communal cells.

He found Matt quickly and spotted Percie in the female cell that shared some bars with the male cell next to it.

“What the hell are we going to do about this then?” Said Matt, trying to sound like he wasn’t freaking out.

“You didn’t resist did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I didn’t!”

“Then don’t worry, they’ll let us go in a few hours.” He tried to focus on his friend but his lips were still burning with the force of Percie and he strained to look over to her.

The guitarist of the band had made his way over to the bars. Percie leant on them and sighed. “God I need a drink.” She laughed. “Or something stronger.” She shivered and the guitarist removed his leather jacket, passing it through.

“Away from the bars!” An officer yelled as Percie took the jacket and wrapped it around her.

“What are you gonna do?” She said, holding the collar for a quicker warmth.

The officer, a skinny blonde young man moved to the bars. “You’re under my authority here girlie.”

She scoffed and paused for a minute. The lead guitarist leant on the bars and muttered a low, warning. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” To the police officer.

“Mate,” Percie finally said. “I ain’t under anyones authority.” The situation seemed to make her rough British accent come out. But still the police officer laughed sceptically until she smiled sweetly. “Because in about thirty minutes you’re gonna get a phone call telling you to release me and do exactly what I say.” The officer was still frowning sceptical but his smile was gone like he wasn’t quite sure. “And you’re gonna do it.”

The police officer swallowed. “We know who you are.”

She smiled. “I know. That’s why I know you’re gonna do what I say.”

The officer stepped away from the bars and walked away as quickly as possible.

Percie looked to the guitarist and Josh saw her expression. She looked like she was going to be sick. That wasn’t the expression of someone who enjoyed doing what she’d just done; it was the expression of someone who hated herself for it.

And that’s when it clicked for Josh.

She wanted to get out. Whatever situation she was in, despite the perks of people fearing whoever her boyfriend was, she was desperate for someone to help her get out.

She met Josh’s gaze and paused for a minute before gesturing for him to move to the bars. He cautiously stood and moved over. He had a tiny frown knitting his brow as he met her there. She had sorrow in her eyes as he finally spoke.

“What are you mixed up in?” He whispered.

She swallowed. “Something bad.” This was her. The power was a front; the sarcasm and the overt sexuality, it was all a way of hiding how scared she was. She sighed and looked behind him. “What’s your friends name?”

“Matt Richards.”

“And your full name?”

“Joshua Dun.”

She nodded. “Okay you’ll be out in a couple of hours. When you get out, send your friend home but I want you to come back to the venue.”

He needed to get back to Matts for the night but for some reason he couldn’t turn her down. He nodded and found his lips forming an “Okay.” and from there he was in too deep to get out.

He gave her a little nod and then headed back towards Matt to tell him everything would be fine. Stitch turned to Percie as Louis was placed in the male cell. “So that’s him?”

Percie hauled a breath. “Yep.”

“Which one?” Louis asked, looking around the men as she leant his back on the bar.

“Dark hair,” Stitch said. “Rancid tee shirt.”

“Sitting next to the ginger?”

“That’s the one.” Percie confirmed.

Louis shrugged. “Looks nice.”

She smiled to herself. “He is.”

Stitch saw the smile and gave her an almost warning look. “You sure it’s gonna work this time?”

The smile dropped and she hauled a breath. “I hope so. I’m already in too deep with him.”

“It’s been six hours.”

She shrugged. “You know how it is.”

Stitch and Louis laughed. “For being such a strong girl, you don’t half fall fast and hard.” She chuckled and leant her head against the bars, looking up to him with those doe eyes that had most men melting. She sighed and shrugged.

“Are you sure you want to involve him in this? You know what happened to the last one.”

Percie froze as he mentioned the event she so often tried not to think about.

“Don’t-“

“Perc, someone died.”

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“No, it was Hal’s but-“

She looked up to him as he stopped, mouth gaped disbelievingly at his ‘but’.

He sighed. “I’m just saying, I’ve never seen you like this for anyone so quickly. Are you sure you want to take the risk with him?”

Percie glanced to Josh who was conversing quietly with Matt. She heaved a breath and placed her forehead against the bars. All she could do was give him the option and if he didn’t feel the same, he could duck out now. She shrugged.

“I’ll give him the option and we’ll see.”

Stitch sighed. “Okay.”

Matt wasn’t so keen on Josh going to see Percie; tried to convince him just to come back to the flat and leave it. Josh just said he was feeling weird because of the fact that they’d just been arrested and gotten out of it because of a girl who was mixed up in something bad. Josh promised he’d be fine; that he’d be home at some point that night and not to worry.

There was something pulling him towards her. He was doubting he could do what she needed him to do but he was too far in now to back out.

The venue was only a 15 minute walk away from the station so he made it there as the band was loading out their gear.

He spotted the lead guitarist who saw him at the same time and sized him up for a moment as he approached. As Josh made it to the van, the man looked down his nose sceptically at him for a moment before chuckling and thrusting his hand out to shake. “I’m Stitch.”

Stitch was a short man with a tattoo above his eyebrow and what looked like a gold tooth. He was from Britain as well, East London by the sounds of it since his accent was much much rougher than Percie’s. Nonetheless he seemed nice.

Josh relaxed and shook his hand. “Josh.”

“Percie’s inside if you wanna go see her.” Josh nodded and moved to go into the venue he’d been in hundreds if times. “Josh!” Stitch called. He paused for a moment before saying gently. “Make sure you definitely want this before you leave tonight.”

Once again, Josh wasn’t sure what that meant but he nodded anyway and continued inside.

Walking down the stairs, he immediately felt Percie’s eyes on him. She walked out of the shadow at the back of the stage carrying a small amp but she paused as he approached.

She was wearing the same outfit she had been when she walked into the Guitar Centre. Her hair fell in exaggerated curls from the humidity of the room earlier and he realised once again that if he was going to fall for her, it should be this version: this her; no act, no mask, just Percie.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come.” She said quietly, her voice coming from just inside her throat like she hadn’t even had time to ponder it in her gut before her brain sent it spewing from her lips.

Those words broke his heart but he needed to straighten up his mind. “I don't understand what you want me to do.” He said, cautiously walking forward. She placed down the amp and gracefully sat on the edge of the stage. “I don’t want you to do anything. Just be yourself.” He approached her, the height of her sat on the stage making her exactly his heigh. Her eyes flicked from her hands to meet his.“Love me if that’s what happens. Fight for me if it comes to that.”

“Why would I need to fight?”

She swallowed and looked down. “My boyfriends a very hard man to get away from. I’m going to be dead in a few years if I don’t get out soon.” That sentence bothered him; maybe he was just generally strongly effected by death but he felt a pang of pain that he couldn’t quite describe at the thought of her, in particular, dying. He was in front of her now, close enough to touch her but he didn’t. “Why can’t you just break up with him?”

She paused. “I just can’t. That’s not how he works.”

He looked at her, legs dangling from the stage, shoulders hunched like she wanted to disappear. He sighed. “I still don’t . . . why do you need me?” She paused for a moment. “Because he’s cut me off from everyone I love. I don't . . . I don’t really have anybody to escape for.”

“What about the band?”

She shook her head like she’d tried that before.

“So that’s me? You’re reason to get out?”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

“And what after? You ditch me for whoever comes along next.”

She stood quickly and she was on him like a magnet; a magnet made of foam that completely enveloped the front of his body. “No.” She all but breathed, her hand going to his chest. She realised she’d shown herself a little too easily and swallowed. “I told you before, love me and I’ll be the most loyal person you’ve ever met.”

“Doesn’t he love you?”

“No. Not even in the slightest.”

“And you love him?”

“It’s hard for me to fall out of love. I hate him but I did love him at one point. I could love him so much more than I do now but I can’t because he can’t return it. I’m just a trophy to him . . .” She ran her hand down his chest. “Could you love me Josh?”

He nodded without even thinking. “But could you love me? Why me?”

“You seem kind . . . I’m not used to that. You’ve got a smile that makes me want to smile . . .” A tiny, honest gesture perked her lips and he was hit by the fact that every time she’d smiled before, it hadn’t quite reached her eyes. This one started in her eyes before her lips even moved. “I’m not used to that either. I want you.”

Her hand was running down his chest and he could practically feel his eyes darkening with attraction. “I want you too.”

Her eyes smiled again. “Then show me.”

She pushed her lips to his and he could feel himself falling into a hole that he wasn’t sure he’d ever escape from; wasn’t sure he’d ever want to.

A slender hand went to the back of his neck and he felt instinct taking over.

He’d kissed girls before; he’d kissed pretty girls before . . . this was something different.

Like kissing a person he’d been smitten with for years; like kissing a fantasy. Maybe there was something about people like him that fell for people like her, people begging for help.

She was such a contradiction!

She needed help and yet emanated a confidence that was almost too much for him. She was cheating on her boyfriend and yet he believed what she said about loyalty. She looked so innocent before him now but she was far from it when she was on stage.

He gripped her hip and pulled her closer and she moaned against him.

“Perc!” A male voice shouted from the top of the stairs. She kept kissing Josh and he didn’t mind, just used his thumb to slip under her jersey and find the bare skin of her hip. “Hal’s trying to call you!”

She moved away from him faster than he could even comprehend and it felt like someone had just stolen his air or some kind of vital organ. She just blinked twice and Josh could have sworn there was a tiny glimmer of fear in her eyes as she ran up the stairs and out of sight.

Josh wasn’t quite sure what to do, standing in the empty basement, surrounded by posters of bands that he’d seen years before and amps that were still buzzing and lights that were off but still emanating heat. He decided the quiet freaked him out and also went upstairs.

He looked left and right as he emerged at ground level and spotted Stitch having a cigarette and looking into the light of a lamppost over the other side of the road.

There Percie was, pacing and hunched like she wanted to disappear.

“I take it Hal’s the boyfriend?” Josh said to get Stitch’s attention.

The man nodded and continued to watch the event unfurl.

“No, baby, I swear it was just a random raid . . . no, they’re still scared of you in Ohio after last time.”

“Last time?” Josh asked.

Stitch just closed his eyes and gently shook his head.

He’d seen inklings of it before but Josh had never seen her quite this scared. She had a innocent yet flirtatious tone to her voice and yet her words were desperate.

“Baby, I’m out. Is that not proof enough?!” That was more like the real Percie but it was only a split second before she went back into herself and stopped pacing for a moment. “Please, baby! Everything’s okay, you don’t have to do that! Please!”

There was a long pause as Stitch took the last drag of his cigarette and pushed it into his empty beer can. She looked to Stitch and saw Josh. She froze for a moment, listening to the man on the other end of the phone before turning her back.

“No! There’s three more gigs and then I’m straight home, there’s no time for mistakes. I promised, remember? . . . I know but it’ll be fine, that’s not going to happen . . . I know. I know I’m lucky baby, you’re so good to me.” She seemed to tense a little. “No, I’m fine, just tired. Okay, good night. Sorry . . . love you.”

Both arms went to her side and she put her head back to allow herself to take a deep breath and then let her head drop as she released it. She seemed to take a minute to think before she spun and walked over to Stitch. She handed him the phone.

“I’m fucking sick of it . . .” She looked like she was trying not to cry. “I’m sick of dancing round him trying not to get killed.”

She looked to Josh like she wasn’t sure if he was going to leave or not.

But his heart broke for her and he gestured for her to come closer for a hug. She wrapped her arms around his torso so hard he almost couldn’t breathe, forcing her face so hard into his neck, she must have been able to feel his pulse. He pulled her close and moved his lips to her ear.

“We can do this.” He felt her arms around him and her hands grip his shirt. “Stay with me tonight?” She asked so only her could hear. “We’ll be in the van but . . . please?”

Josh pulled back and looked at her face. He’d promised Matt he’d be home but he didn’t want to leave her. “Of course.”

Touring in a van was far from luxurious.

No showers, no toilet, no clean clothes.

The splitter van lifestyle was even worse because it’s easy enough to save money for a hotel every few days but the gear in the - not necessarily secure - trailer is not worth leaving unguarded so someone usually still sleeps in the van. It was Percie’s turn to stay in the van and that was fine with Josh; he was already addicted to spending time with her.

They dropped the band off at the hotel and parked up.

As soon as they were alone, Percie smiled and Josh watched all the tension release from her shoulders.

She’d pulled her hair into a messy bun and in the light he could see that it had hints of blue and bright pink streaking through it like the roots of a tree. Mostly it was pastel, having faded since she’d last dyed it but some sections had held the colour better and were still vibrant.

“Do you drink?” She asked with a relieved huff that they could finally talk alone. He shrugged, still completely fascinated with her hair. “Sometimes?” He said insinuating that he didn’t really.

“Okay well we have a few four packs.” She cut the engine and crawled back onto the back seats that had been ripped out and replaced with a mattress. She reached down the side and pulled out what looked like four large cans of lager and then rethought, quietly rejoicing as she replaced the four pack with a different one that looked more like cider.

She looked up to him and looked lime she was waiting for him to do something.

“What’re you waiting for?!” She said. “Get back here!”

He obeyed, laughing as he went and then falling goofily over the last two seats onto his back on the mattress.

She laughed and hopped over him. She landed on his chest where her eyes smiled into his and she quickly leant down to peck his lips as he laid there, flushed with embarrassment.

Her lips were like a drug; they made him float like the ground didn’t even exist.

She sat up quickly, as if not wanting to freak him out by lingering too long but all it did was leave him wanting more.

She kept he legs over his and pulled and can from the plastic.

He shuffled up and leant on the back window of the van, doing the same.

They pulled the makeshift curtains and Percie explained that cider might be easier to drink for him. “Not that you need to . . .” She quickly said. “This is just my routine after a show.”

He chuckled. “How old are you?” Wondering if she was legally even old enough to drink.

“I’m 20 . . . you?”

He laughed. “How irresponsible at such a young age.” He joked. “I’m 22. You can’t be American.” He said, remarking on how her accent didn’t quite sound like she came from Boston.

She chuckled. “I’m from England but we moved to Boston when I was 12 and genetically I’m actually Irish.”

He laughed. “Wow! How did that happen?!”

She stared for a moment, like nobody had ever actually asked before. “Well,”

She took a drink of her cider. “My dad was from Boston and my mother was from Ireland. They married and had us . . .” she paused and closed her eyes for a moment. “Me and my twin brother and then my little sister six years later.”

She paused and took a drink so Josh took his cue. “What happened to them?”

She looked back up to his eyes questioningly. “You’re talking about them in past tense.”

She took a long breath and watched him as if deciding she trusted him. “My mum left us when we were 14 . . . she just disappeared and left us a note telling us she didn’t feel like we loved her and she’d fallen in love with something else.”

“Something . . ?”

“I think she found a need to travel . . . I’m not sure. She never came back to explain.” She tried to joke.

“Are you . . . are you okay?”

She shrugged. “No. It caused a whole lotta crap that I don’t really want to go into . . . but I like to blame her for being the reason why I’m in my current situation.”

“With Hal?”

She nodded and took a deep breath. “Can we not talk about him?” She cringed slightly. “The less you know, the better.”

He wanted to ask why that was but he knew, she wanted to start again and if the only thing he could ask her about was her life with Hal, what was the point?

“Tell me about you.” She rolled and sat between his legs so she was sat on the mattress but her knees were over his hips. She leant on her knees and watched him like she was fascinated by simply looking at him. “Tell me about Joshwa.” She dragged the word out and closed her eyes with a smile like she liked the way the sound rested on her tongue.

He chuckled and leant forward to peck her lips. That was the first time he’d kissed her casually and he wasn’t expecting the grin on her lips after it.

The smile slowly left her features and then came back again. She bit her lips and her cheeks flushed as she realised he could see just how happy that made her.

“Clear off with your cuteness.” She remarked, hiding her flushed face.

He chuckled. “My what?”

“Stop being so cute, it’s making me fall for you!”

He paused at her confession and waited for her to peek above her arm to gauge his reaction. “That’s the plan.” He joked, leaning forward again to kiss her.

This time they lingered after the first kiss, watching each others lips and eyes before she came back for more.

He pulled back and smiled. “Is it working?”

“Yes.” She said, without even hesitating.

He grinned and she placed her hands to his face, dragging him forward and onto his knees. He pushed her backwards until he was nestled between her legs and using his tongue to ask for permission.

She allowed him entrance and bucked up against him . . . in the back of a van in a hotel parking lot.

That was the reality of the situation. Matt was probably wondering where the hell he was, her boyfriend was probably doing something illegal back in Boston but she made him forget all of that.

He couldn’t even bring himself back to reality; she was so otherworldly that he felt himself drifting away from what was plausible. This stunning woman had looked into a crowd and spotted him; she’d seen him in the back of a cop car and kissed him, asked him to come back, told him to stay with her and he’d done it all without even thinking.

So he went with her touch and obeyed her moans, moving down her neck and to the crown of her breasts before she gasped and bought his face back to her.

She was beautifully flushed; her eyes were dark and her cheeks red but nonetheless she said: “Wait!” She took a few gasps and stared into his eyes. “Too fast. Not tonight.”

He paused and blinked a few times allowing himself a moment to take some breaths. He nodded, shifting so his growing arousal wasn’t quite so obvious.

“Sorry.” She said as if going to explain.

“Don’t!” He interjected. “You don't need to explain or apologise. It’s alright. I might kiss you some more though.”

She smiled giddily. “That’s fine.”

She did this thing with her hands, he’d noticed. When she was embarrassed, she’d raise her hands to her lips as if to hide her smile. She was doing it then. It already drove him crazy.

“So what do you want to know?” He asked, leaning on his elbow and bringing her knees to rest over his legs.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a drummer.” It had taken him a while to get used to saying that but since House of Heroes, he’d decided that’s what he wanted to do.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? Are you in a band?”

He shrugged. “I toured with a band until October and now I’m working at Guitar Centre until I find another one.”

She smiled and then her expression turned sultry as she spoke. “You know what they say . . .”

“No, what do they say?”

She rolled him so she was straddling his hips, her hair falling in multicoloured waves around her face. “Drummers do it harder.”

He laughed, his head going back at the innuendo and giving her enough space to place a kiss to his neck. “They don’t say that.” He defended.

She sat back again and feigned offence. “Yes they do. Guitarists do it faster, bassists do it deeper, singers do it louder and drummers. do it. harder.” She said matter of factly.

He laughed louder and watched her for a second until he spun her over so he was once again between her legs. “Does that mean you do it louder?”

“And faster. I’m guitar and vocals.”

He hummed. “Is that a fact?”

She moved to his ear. “I don’t know. Maybe one day you’ll find out.”

Josh chuckled to himself and twisted so he could lean on his arm with their legs still tangled together.

He looked at her and sighed with a smile. She bought a slender hand up to his jaw and played with the slight scruff he’d just started growing. They sat in silence just looking at each other.

She felt like slow violin music just then; like a lonely piano in a dusty room with a creaking chair that still made stunning music.

Maybe they slept for a bit . . . or just basked in the glow, he wasn’t sure. But the next time he looked at the clock it was 5am.

“Have you ever been in love with anyone before, Josh?”

They were at that still part of an evening where they were on the edge of falling asleep but neither of them quite wanted to close their eyes.

Percie was draped over Josh who had his arm around her shoulders and her head resting on his chest. She was drawing patterns with the tip of her finger on his collar bone; writing words he couldn’t make out and patterns he couldn’t decipher.

He took a deep breath and thought for a moment. “I don't think so. I’ve loved people before. I’ve loved the idea of loving people before but I’ve never been in love.”

She hummed. “Sorry if I end up being your first.”

“Why are you sorry?”

She shrugged. “I think it’s good to fall in love with a few people . . . you know?”

She laughed. “I might just scare you off of love.”

He wrapped his arms around her and chuckled out: “Impossible.” She sat up and observed his face for a moment. “Josh I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this so quickly before.”

He didn’t react for a moment and she seemed to realise what she’d said, opening her mouth to explain or defend or soften that blow. Instead he cut her off. “Me neither.”

She smiled like a rainbow on a rainy day and he heard the keys of that lonely piano in his head.

“Are you sure you wanna get mixed up in me?”

“‘in you?’”

“Yeah, in my mess.” She shrugged.

He laughed. “It’s not your mess. It’s his mess, you’re just an unwilling participant in it.”

She chuckled as if he was the first person who’d not blamed her for the situation. She blinked and thought for a moment, looking into his eyes. “I’ll call you when I can.” She started saying, almost to herself as if figuring out how this was going to work. “I’ll try to get the band in Ohio. I’ll write to you if that’s what it takes but I can’t let this go.”

“I don’t want you to . . . but you have to get out of this.” She nodded, knowing what he meant. “I have a plan but I’m looking for the right moment.”

“If he’s as dangerous as you say he is-“

“He is.”

Josh heard the fear before he saw it in her eyes but he knew she was telling the truth. “Okay but waiting might get you killed, Perc.”

She blinked slowly like she’d been trying to forget that. She nodded, the words too painful to actually say. “Listen, I know my situation. He checks my emails and phone messages, makes sure I don’t have personal social media, he cut me off from my family . . . thats not someone who loves me. I’m like . . . I’m like a trophy to him and he’d rather I died than be with another man. That’s why I’ve got to get out and that’s why I can’t do it the normal way.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “Don’t worry. But I’ll get out for you . . . if you can wait.”

He thought for a moment and then nodded. “I can wait.”

Chapter 3

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Clenched Fists: The Crescendo - Chapter 8

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

Yo yo! So here’s chapter 8. Not much to say about it other than shit. is about. to go down. I’ve gotta apologise because I hurt Josh in this chapter but it was necessary to the story I swear.

Hope you guys are enjoying your easter if you’re off. I work lots when I’m home so chapters might be slow but I also don’t have lectures to go to so who knows.

Ask box is always open!

Words: 6,400

Warnings: (o boi) Beating, violence, abusive relationships, death threats, SMUT!!! possessive! Josh, good ol’ daily dose of face-sitting, love??

Hal didn’t leave the apartment until 9, around the same time Tyler and Josh went on stage at The Shed. Since he couldn’t know she was going out that night, she was still in slacks when he kissed her goodbye and told her he wouldn’t be back until the next evening.

Luckily, the oversized graphic tee she wore to lay around in looked pretty decent with some ripped jeans and a jacket so all she needed to do was apply a bit of makeup and leave.

She caught a taxi to the venue to get there quicker but still only managed to catch the last twenty minutes.

Steve, the owner of the venue, was the one who made sure the security let her in. Security guards and bouncers knew that where she went, Hal usually followed and Hal meant trouble so she found it hard to get into places in Boston sometimes.

Luckily, Steve knew she’d be on her own and insisted the security let her in. From there she skirted the outsides of the crowd to watch how Tyler and Josh worked them. She wasn’t sure how they’d done it since they’d never played so far East before but they’d packed almost 200 people into the small space.

On their last song she went to the barrier and despite the lights making it hard for the band to see the crowd, Josh spotted her around half way through and the look of elation on his face made her smile.

They finished and the house lights came up signalling the crowd to leave. So Percie tried to get a security guards attention to help her over the barrier.

He ignored her but she looked back up the the stage to see a sweaty, energetic Josh bounce over and pull her over.

She didn’t even have her footing before he was hugging her and they very almost ended up on the floor again.

She chuckled but hugged him back so tightly she thought she might hurt herself.

He pulled her back to look at her, all of his month-long accumulated paranoia for her safety peaked as he checked her over. He honed in on the fading bruise on his cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb against it. He watched her eyes flutter closed slightly and move into his, raising her own hand over his.

He didn't know what to say but he had to speak. “Was that him?”

She tried a chuckle and a smile but cast her eyes down. “Well I didn’t walk into a door.”

He stroked her cheek again and looked around the room at the dwindling crowd. “Come on,” He said, his paranoia making sure he didn’t do anything where everyone could see them. He didn’t want to risk someone who knew Hal ratting them out.

He let her jump up onto the stage and she knew where to go since she’d played the venue often. Tyler spotted her as he started packing their gear away and waved. Josh took a cautionary glance around the people hanging around to check no-one was paying suspicious attention to them.

When he turned back he was met by Percie’s lips.

She pulled quickly away and smiled. “Help Tyler clear up, I’ll be fine.”

Josh watched her as she winked with a smile and walked backstage to sit in the greenroom.

Josh smiled to himself and turned to Tyler. “Didn’t think she’d be able to show.”

“Neither did I.” Josh chuckled, heading over to his kit to start dismantling it.

“You know what?” Tyler said, standing straight as he thought. “I’ll get Lewis to do that, you go see Percie.”

Josh pulled a face and kept working. “What? Don’t be ridiculous, it’s alright.”

“Dude,” Tyler reasoned. “When’s the next time you’ll see her?” Josh paused and sat back on the drum chair, finally giving his friend the attention. “Go see her.”

Josh rolled his eyes and left the tool on the snare before standing and going backstage.

Percie looked up as Josh walked in. “Do you not have things to do?”

“The boys are taking over.” He leant over the sofa she was sat on and pecked her lips. He memorised the feeling of her: the vanilla of her skin and the pillow of her lips. He looked up to her and hummed happily before he went over to his bag to pull out a clean tee shirt.

“How’s Ohio been?” She asked, turning on the sofa to lean against the arm and watch him.

He shrugged. “Not bad, mom keeps nagging about when you’re coming back so she can invite you for dinner.”

Percie laughed and held her head in her hands. “Oh God!”

“It’s not that bad.” He shrugged.

She sighed. “It’s nerve-wracking enough without this whole situation.” She made a random wild arm gesture to signify and he laughed.

“Okay, true. But you will have to come to dinner next time you’re in Ohio.”

“Okay, okay. Deal.”

There was quiet for a moment as Percie placed her chin on her hands and watched him start packing his things away. “Oh, and Matt’s moving out.”

“What?”

“Yeah, we had a few arguments since I left Guitar Centre and he decided to move in with some people from College. I don’t know what his problem was, really.”

She shrugged. “I dunno, all I know is that he didn’t like me.”

“Percie, he didn’t move out because of you.”

She grinned wickedly. “Maybe he wanted you all to himself.”

Josh turned to her with a quirked eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Yep. He didn’t like me stealing you away.”

Josh chuckled and walked over to her, leaning his palm on the back of the sofa and kissing her. “Stop being ridiculous.”

She placed her hands to his jaw and pulled him in, her chest heating up with unrealised longing for him. She was glad her body had numbed herself to the reality of her need for him because the magnetism between them would be painful if she felt it constantly while it was strained by distance. He was impossibly close now and she could still barely breathe.

She pulled away and he placed his forehead to hers. “I missed you.”

“Come back to mine tonight.” She blurted, not thinking further than she needed him for as long as she could have him.

“What? Where you and Hal live?”

“No, there’s a spare apartment outside town, he never uses it. He got it for me years ago and never goes there.”

“You’re sure?”

“Certain, he never goes there. I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten all about it.”

“Okay, let me talk to the guys. We leave to head back to Ohio in the morning so I should really be back at the van tonight.”

“No problem, I just want to be with you for a while.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Josh went off and returned not long after with a thumbs up. So he and Percie took the backstreets to the spare apartment and went up to the room.

Now this place had clearly been mostly Percie’s. There were art supplies and a guitar that she laughed at because she’d forgotten about it. There were empty mugs and throws and books on every surface. It was a smaller space with wide windows and candles that dripped wax everywhere. The bedroom, living area and kitchen were all practically one room with a few moveable divider screens blocking them off.

Josh smiled at the space. And then there was Percie, standing in a too large tee shirt and some skinny jeans, in the pale yellow of the streetlights outside and the flashes of various coloured neon. Josh smiled as she moved over to him and took her lips in his.

He swept her up, his strong hands holding her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Her lips remained attached to his, teasing and playing as she traced his teeth and tongue. He took her to the bed and laid her down on the fresh sheets.

Percie released a quick breath and bucked up against him grabbing his shirt collar to keep him over her. He, however, was preoccupied with her. The large tee shirt draped over her curves, even showing her underwear outline in how it clung to her.

He smiled and rippled over her to kiss her. “Did he fuck you in this bed?” He asked.

She looked up to him with doe eyes, her eyes swollen from his onslaught. She paused a moment before nodding. “A few times.”

Weirdly, that fact went straight down on Josh. No doubt Hal had fucked her in this bed, showed her none of the affection she deserved or the love she needed.

Josh made it his mission to make up where the other man had lacked; to be everything Percie had deserved over the last few years and none of what she’d gotten.

He pulled her jeans down and discarded them somewhere over by the window.

“Come here.” He said, laying on the bed and letting her control her own pleasure by urging her upwards.

She breathed a needy puff when she realised what he wanted but shuffled up and let herself hover over his face. “Oh fuck!” She exclaimed, keeping her eyes on his as he pulled her thighs down and her pussy onto his mouth.

He licked a fat stripe all the way up and found her clit on the way up, tugging it into his mouth and gently teasing it. “Fuck!” She ground down onto him, her mouth open as her eyes found his, practically black with arousal. “That’s it! Right there!”

He hummed. “You like that?”

“Oh shit! Josh!” She called out as he tugged her clit between his teeth and teased with the tip of his tongue. As she pulled away from him slightly, he moved further down and lapped at her, his fingers gripping into the skin of her thighs to keep her down.

She released a moan that neared a squeal and tried to back away. “Fuck! Josh!” He grabbed harder and watched her shake, giving in and grinding down on his mouth. Slowly rubbing his tongue over her clit, her hand fired down and gripped his hair as the dark look in his eyes made her mouth gape.

“Oh! Fuck!”

He licked all the way up once more before flipping them and grinding his hips on hers, keeping his elbows behind her knees and taking her lips in his.

She ran her tongue across his and moaned into his mouth, loving the taste of herself on his tongue.

Her hand came up to cup his cheek and pull him in deeper. He ground down against her, his clothed erection teasing her folds. “What’d you want, baby?”

“I want you!” She moaned. She looked up to see his eyes practically black with arousal. The neon lights of the slightly dodgy downtown part of the city cast a green and pink light over his pale skin and deep shadows over the muscles of his body and the strong features of his face.

“Come on, baby girl.” He teased, kissing down her neck and sucking a mark onto her neck.

“Stop, you can’t-“ She tried to say, reiterating that he couldn’t leave marks on her.

“I don’t care. You’re mine. He needs to know that.” Deciding that was an issue for later, she let his words get straight to her head and that possessiveness was beyond a turn on for her. Finishing sucking his mark onto the column of her neck, he growled. “Tell me what you really want.” He pulled back, lips swollen and parted and eyes still dark.

She gasped, feeling her own wetness on the fabric of his jeans. “I want you inside me . . . and I want you to make love to me in the bed where he fucked me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, you dirty little whore.”

She smirked. “Roll over.” She said. He wondered what she was planning but obeyed nonetheless. She got up on her knees and watched him prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. She ran her hand through her hair and flipped the mass of curls onto the other side before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her tee shirt and pulling it teasingly over her head and discarding it.

She watched his jeans strain harder and tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

For a brief moment, Josh’s expression went from dark to loving, as if the realisation of how deeply he cared for the woman on his knees before her. Then she unclipped her bra and the dark expression returned.

She bent herself onto her hands and knees and straddled his legs, kissing the divot in his hips as she fiddled with his jeans and popped the button. He saw her smile cheekily as she blew a breath over his boxers and hooked her middle fingers in the waistband. She pulled both down and he lifted his hips to help her.

Now there were no clothes in the way, she crawled back up and wrapped a hand around the base of his erection. He inhaled as she dipped his head just between her lips, teasing with the flat of her tongue and collecting spit so she could drop her lips down to touch her hand.

“Oh fuck!” He let his hand collect her hair as she bobbed up and down. She swallowed around him and twister her hand around his base. “Shit!” She bought her lips away and pumped her hand up and down his several times, flicking her eyes up to his and smirking at the unwavering attention she had from him.

When she slipped her lips back over him and all the way down, flattening her hand against his leg and feeling her push down the back of her throat. “Jesus! You’re a little slut for sucking cock, hey?” He gasped.

She hummed and stated bobbing around his head again, using her hand to cup his balls before taking him all the way in and swallowing again.

“Stop, stop!” He said, pulling her hair hard.

Eyes wide and questioning, she opened her mouth to speak but he was too quick and flipped them back over.

He propped himself up and took his erection in his hand. Her legs were pushed aside by his hips and he teased his head at her soaked entrance. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She moaned, her hands going her her own hair since she couldn’t reach his. “Oh fuck! Josh! I need you! Please!” She begged, her bare chest rising and falling in desperation.

He watched her bathed in a blue and pink light from outside and smiled, rolling his hips and pushing inside.

He stilled for a moment, pulling himself back from how close he was in her mouth. Deciding he could move and not to tease her anymore, he pulled out and pushed back in.

She could feel him pushing up against her and the force of him forced the air from her lungs. Every now and then, unpredictably, he’d pushed slower and deeper inside her and she couldn’t help the moans that left her throat.

“Whose are you?” He whispered, kissing just below her ear as her nails racked across the muscles of his shoulders.

“Yours, Josh.”

“Who’s the only one who makes you feel like this?”

“You!”

He pushed deep inside once again, feeling her buck up to get the friction she craved. “Who’s the best person you’ve fucked in this bed?”

“Oh God! You, Josh!”

He quickened his pace and leant up so he could look her in the eyes. Her eyebrows were knit in an almost pleading look and her lips were swollen from him. Her breasts rolled his the force of his thrusts and her hand ran through her hair once again, no longer able to rake his back and leaving the other one draped over his neck.

He pushed his hand up and took hers in his, knitting their fingers and pushing her into the mattress.

A slightly strangled breath released his throat. “Are you close?”

“Yeah. Go faster.”

He did as she said and suddenly the moans from her lips were high picked and stuttered.

He could feel her starting to clench around him, a new sheen of sweat absorbing the neon lights outside.

“Where do you want it?”

“Oh, fuck, Josh! Inside me! Fucking own me baby!” She begged. The sound of her words were driving him crazy and he pushed harder. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” She whined, her thighs wrapping around his hips and her heels digging into his ass. The lights flicked to a yellow and blue as Josh let himself go and pushed his seed inside her.

Collapsing against her, feeling her flinching muscles as she wrapped her entire being around him. He felt that slow violin music again and smiled.

“I have to go.” Josh sighed against Percie's hair, stroking the skin on her shoulder as she curled further into him.

She whined and then popped her head up, looking at him and sighing. “I can’t wait to be with you.” She commented.

He chuckled and pecked her lips. “I can’t wait either.”

He groaned and moved away from her, sitting up and grabbing his boxers from the floor. Percie rolled in the bed and Josh glanced back to her, chuckling. She’d tried to innocently pick up her phone but he knew she’d done it on purpose. The light summer sheets in the bed clung to her figure and accentuated the curve of her back. The sheet had fallen down on her lower back and he could see the dimples there. There was a dip where her spine was that he wanted to trace and her ass was hugged so well he wanted to miss the van home and just stay with her the night, no matter the repercussions.

But he needed to go so he chuckled and pulled his jeans on. “You’re bad.” She looked up to his and pouted. “I know.”

He’d known from the very second he’d met her and after seeing her on stage and talking to her afterwards, he knew from that second.

She was just one of those people; provocative and sexual but yet so endearingly innocent, people lapped her up.

He knew people wanted her, he’d been in a crowd full of guys who would’ve given a limb for the chance to spend the night with her.

But he knew her as well and he trusted her without doubt.

And she was his.

He rolled over and leant over her. He placed a hand to her cheek and kissed her, feeling her smile against his lips. She pulled back and gave him that innocent, wide-eyed kind of look. “I thought you had to go.”

He laughed. “I do.”

She rolled onto her back and he bit his lip, knowing she was teasing him. “Well stop playing with me then.”

This is the Percie he could see himself living with; no fear, no running.

Everything was relaxed and she was completely herself.

“Not playing, just cherishing.”

“Aww, ‘cherishing’.” She teased.

He pushed her shoulder. “Shut up.” She laughed and rolled to pull on her shirt.

He started pulling his trainers on and slipped his phone and wallet into his pocket. He stood and she rounded to him, pouting that he had to leave. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pecking her lips. “Try to get to Ohio again soon?”

“We’re looking into booking the next tour so it shouldn’t be long now.”

He nodded. “Okay, call me when you can.”

She felt the urge in her chest, even as close as the back of her throat. She wanted to say the words.

Instead, she kissed him and he was gone, leaving her alone in the room.

She looked around, cherishing the calm that Josh left in his wake and pulled on her jeans.

The room phone rang and she frowned, picking it up, expecting Josh might have forgotten something and couldn’t get back in.

“Hello?”

“Hello Miss O’Brian. There are some men down here wondering if you’re in.” She paused for the briefest of seconds. Later she’d realise how important that second had been but as she threw the phone down and ran towards the door, she only had one thing on her mind; stopping those men getting to Josh.

She pulled her shoes on, stumbling twice as she ran from the room.

She knew who the men were and she knew what they were doing. She knew that they were sent by Hal and she knew what he’d told them to do.

Someone had ratted them out.

She approached the elevator and saw which floor it was on. It was quicker to take the stairs.

Each step took too long, she was borderline considering throwing herself down them just to get to the bottom quicker.

She stumbled and skipped steps, bashing into the wall at the bottom as she darted into reception.

There were no men and - more importantly - no Josh.

She darted from the block, her heart thumping now in fear and exertion.

She ran out of the carpark, the cold night air attacking her lungs and clenching her chest. She rounded the corner and saw the car and Hal and his men and she saw Josh.

Acting in self-preservation, she skidded to a stop and pushed herself round the corner, crouching and listening closely.

“What’s going on?” She heard Josh ask as he was back against the wall of the building behind him.

“You’re Josh aren’t you?” Hal presumed.

“Maybe. Who’s asking?”

“I’m Henry. You might have heard of me, you might not have. Depending on how much Percie likes you.”

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

“Excellent.” Even Percie as she listened, couldn’t quite figure out what Hal was doing. “Well from all the times she’d done this in the past, she must really like you. Let me guess, she’s gonna ‘get out for you’ and you’re gonna be together.” He mimicked her voice and laughed. “Yeah, she’s told people that before. Do you know what’s happened to those people?” Josh didn’t speak. “They’re all dead.”

There was a pause and she hoped and prayed that Josh wasn’t believing the exaggerated lies Hal was spewing.

“So, I’m going to do with you what I did to all them . . . I’m gonna give you a warning and it’s not a nice warning unfortunately.”

There was a thump as Hal hooked Josh under the ribs, taking him down. What followed was a series of uneven but rough thumps of boots and fists as the four men ploughed in to Josh.

Percie didn’t know what to do. She was so scared that she just stayed sat against the wall with her hands against her ears trying to block out the sounds. But the beating was quick and hard and it ended with Hal getting close to Josh and delivering his final threat. “If I hear you talking about Percie, I’ll kill you. If I hear you’re contacting Percie, I’ll kill you. If I ever see your face round her again, I will fucking kill you.” The three men and Hal got into the car. “Have a nice night, Josh.”

Percie took a deep rugged breath and heard Josh groan as the car drove away. She waited for a few minutes. If Hal found her now, it’d all be for nothing so she waited as Josh spluttered up blood and tried to think straight enough to figure out a plan.

Finally, after counting to 60, she ran to him. She went so quickly and so frantically that when she came to him, she fell to her knees and ripped the skin on the concrete without even caring.

“Josh?”

“Oh shit! Percie? You gotta get out of here.”

“They’re not coming back. They wont risk the witnesses. I’m so sorry Josh.” His eyebrow and lip were split, spewing stark red blood over his pale skin. She could tell he was struggling breathing, Hal was a fan of hooking people in the ribs and hoping he hit something important. He’d hit Josh’s diaphragm, leaving him wheezing. “Shit, we need help.”

When it came to instincts, she knew he needed help and she knew she couldn’t get much help off of a hospital or a paramedic, Hal’s ears were everywhere. So she needed anyone with a house out of the city and a car to pick them up and who definitely wasn’t going to rat to Hal.

So she pulled out her phone and selected the number she needed. Josh groaned and put his head back, twisting to stretch and open his lungs. “It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay.”

The dial tone cut out and there was a tense pause. “Hello?” A sleepy and familiar yet different voice asked curiously down the phone.

“Dexter? Hey . . . it’s - it’s Percie.” She suddenly realised how weird this was, calling her brother after two years of no contact. But she had no choice.

“Percie? Really? What . . ?”

“I really need some help. Please Dex, I’m desperate.”

There was another pause. “Um . . . okay. What do you need?”

“I need you to come to East Street. I need you to pick me up. My . . . my friends been beaten up and we can’t go to the hospital.”

“Jesus Chris Percie. Okay, stay there, I’ll be five minutes.”

The phone cut out and her body shook with anxious adrenaline. “Okay, baby, my brothers coming. You’re gonna be okay.” She wiped his face with her white tee shirt to look at the gashes on his head. “Do you feel dizzy or have tunnel vision?” She asked him.

He cringed as the muscles in his stomach spasmed. “No, no. It’s just pounding. Is it true what he said? About the others?”

She wanted to remind him of his priorities and then she realised she would have been bothered too. She sighed and took his hand. “There was one guy. And Hal did kill him but it wasn’t as simple as that.”

“Just one guy?” Josh double checked.

She chuckled at how much he was worried. “Well there was a girl as well but Hal was a little happier about that one, she’s not dead.”

Josh was just staring. “A girl?”

Percie quirked an eyebrow. “Sorry, did I not tell you about that?”

His head went back. “If I wasn't in so much pain right now, I’d be asking for details.”

“Shut up.”

“Did you love him?”

“Hal or Sam?”

“Sam?”

“That was his name. And no I didn’t. I felt for him, I was sad he died, I felt guilty because it was my fault, but I didn’t love him.”

Josh winced again and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Feel better?”

“Emotionally, yes. Physically, I want to throw up my internal organs.”

“Okay, okay honey. Try to relax. You’re going to be okay.”

Josh took deep breaths and looked up to her, her brows knit with concern at shame. He managed a smile and chuckled. “I knew you were trouble.”

She managed a small smile. “I told you.”

He looked up to the sky where the stars were being blocked by the light of the city. He cringed in pain again. “Does anything feel broken?”

“No but everything hurts at the minute, it’s hard to tell.”

“What about your hands? If we got ratted from the gig, they’ll know you’re a drummer. I thought they'd go for the hands.”

She looked down at the hand on his chest and scooped it up, partly for support and partly to check it over. Happy when he didn’t flinch or wince, she kissed it, avoiding the split knuckle from where he’d tried to get his own punch in.

His other hand came to her face. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you. We’re just unlucky.” She didn’t like that, she wanted him to hold her accountable. He was in pain and it was her fault, she should never have gotten involved with Hal.

But she didn’t say anything and just blinked back tears. “Can you stand? We’ll need to get you into Dexters car.”

Josh took a tired, deep breath and nodded.

He swallowed and Percie let him sit up on his own. He winced and his back straightened as his internal organs protested the move.

She wanted to help him but wasn’t quite sure how.

But the car pulled up and stayed running as a tall, dark haired young man got out and ran to them.

“What the fuck happened?” He had her accent and her attitude and they had a similar style.

“Dexter, this is Josh. We need to go somewhere . . . anywhere so he can rest. We just need to get off the streets.”

Dexter threw his arm under Josh and helped the man to his feet. “Why can't you go to the hospital?”

Percie looked into the eyes of her twin, seeing their fathers sky blue look to her. “Because Hal has contacts there.”

“Fucking hell Percie. Okay, come back to ours.”

“Ours?”

“Now is not the time.” Dexter chuckled, helping Josh who was now doing his best to hold in his moans. Percie opened the back toor and Josh laid down on the back seats.

“Where were you to get here so quickly?”

“Doing a late night food shop.” Putting the car into gear as he and Percie got into the front seats, Dexter checked the mirrors that they weren’t being followed and adjusted the mirror to look at the beaten man on the back seat. “Who the hell is that Percie?”

“Umm, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? But you and Hal . . ?”

“Are definitely not, by any definition, in a relationship, he just wont let anyone else have me.”

“Jeese, Perc. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because he got mad at me whenever I suggested I see you guys.”

Dexter took a deep breath. He was clearly a strong, rough kind of man who would not back down from a fight. And even despite the lack of contact in the last few years, he still seemed protective, like he would literally kill for his sister.

Percie turned in the seat. “Josh, baby? How you doing?”

“I’m okay, just . . . the quicker we stop moving the better.”

“It’s alright mate, the house is only just out of town.” Dexter said, driving through an amber to keep moving towards their destination.

Percie reached back and took his hand, stroking it until they finally pulled up outside of a house in the suburbs.

Percie got out and looked up at the house; white picket fence and all, illuminated by the streetlights.

“So this is . . . ‘ours’ hey?”

“Yep . . . mine and my fiancee’s. Can you help him to the door? I need to put the dog away.” He jogged up to the door and went inside.

Percie rounded the car and opened the door where Josh was already sitting up, waiting to shuffle forward and go to the house.

Percie pushed her guilt aside and helped him up gently before letting him lean on her as they went to the door.

“How you doing?” Percie asked.

“Better.” Josh replied, limping slightly to the door. “You?”

“Let’s not worry about me. I’m trying not to think about anything but you right now.”

Josh didn’t say anything as the door was flung open and Dexter helped them inside. “Layla?!” He called. “Lay, can you give us a hand a minute?”

Josh was helped into the hall way and through a side door into the living room where he was laid not he sofa. Percie immediately started checking over Josh but Dexter stopped her. “Layla’s a paramedic. She’ll know what to do. Lay!”

“What is it honey? Where have you been?”

“Sorry, babe, I got a call and had to help.”

A woman walked in wearing jogging bottoms with her tanned skin visible through a vest, her blonde hair was in a bun and she had nothing on her feet. She stared at Percie and the man on her couch. “Who’s this?”

“Layla, this is my sister, Percie. Percie, this is my fiancee, Layla.” Percie was the first one to talk. “Nice to meet you. Sorry we hadn’t met sooner.” The woman swallowed. “Hmm.” She sounded sceptically. “And who’s this?” She gestured to the man on the sofa.

“This is Josh, my boyfriend. My ex beat him up and . . . well . . . unfortunate circumstances mean we couldn’t go to the hospital.”

Layla hauled in a deep breath. “Jeese, honey. I sent you out for milk and bread and you come back with an estranged sister and a punching bag.” She tried to joke. Percie managed a halfhearted but tired chuckled as she continued. “Well I’m guessing you and Dex need to have a little chat. Leave me with Josh and we’ll see what the damage is.”

Percie looked to Josh who nodded and then up to Dexter who gestured her towards the kitchen.

She heard him flip the kettle on but she a little preoccupied with how everyone else had moved on and grown while she’d been forced backwards. She was possibly more messed up than she had been when she left home and that was damn impressive. After their mum left, Percie was a mess. She’d had to step up and look after herself, her brother and her sister, that was too much responsibility for a 13 year old.

She looked around the kitchen, light and open with glass doors that opened onto a large garden lit up by solar-powered fairy lights. The kitchen itself was cosy with a wood burning stove against the wall that provided heat for the large English Bull Terrier that was laying on the tiles. She smiled, she and Dexter had always had arguments about which dogs were best and while Percie liked large, tall dogs, Dexter liked dogs that had muscle mass and status.

The dog jumped up as soon as she was inside and she bent over to stroke him until he fell onto his side and let her pat his belly.

His collar said his name was ‘Butch’ and she chuckled slightly at how the pure white, push-over of a dog had such a burly name. In fairness, he was packed with muscle and had scars all over his nose from head butting things, but he looked to her, as he laid on the floor, lie he was a bog softie.

She looked up to Dexter and realised he was staring at the kettle with a nearly white firm grip on the counter.

She approached him slowly. “Dex?” She whispered.

“How did you do it so easily?” He asked, his voice tense and stern, even making the dog back off slightly.

“What?”

“How did you leave us all in the dust like that?”

She just took a breath. “That’s what you’re mad about?”

He turned to her and took a deep breath, seeing his sisters questioning and almost sorrowful expression. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ve just . . . I’ve thought about this conversation so many times and I need to know. Was it easy?”

“Are you serious?” She replied. He just stared. “It was . . . torture. It ripped me apart. I begged him: tried to convince him I needed to see you guys but he got-“ She swallowed. “He got so far into my head that I believed him when he said I didn’t need you. He said you guys hated me for leaving.” She looked down, unable to look her own brother in his eyes.

She heard the man sigh. When she left he was just a boy, she was barely a woman herself. Now she was returning and there was no doubt the man before her was a man. He had a family of his own. He was still looking after his own old family but he had a fiancee and a dog, he’d moved onto a life that she wasn’t a part of.

Nonetheless he walked forward and pulled his sister into a hug. She was a little shorter and the malicious intent of her relationship meant that she was practically dainty compared to him so he could truly engulf her as he breathed her in again.

Despite the years and the convincing he’d forced on himself, he realised he’d missed her and as he pulled her in, he realised she’d always be his sister.

“There’s nothing to forgive so I won’t say it. Shauna missed you though.”

Percie sniffled, letting stressed, sad tears fall onto her brothers shirt. “I bet. She was relying on me and I let her down.”

“You didn’t let anyone down. We let you down by putting so much pressure on you.”

She pulled him in a little tighter. “I’m so sorry Dexter. I needed a break and Hal caught me at my lowest. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re always welcome here . . . I always hoped you’d come back. I was just worried you’d come back to us in a coffin.”

She laughed at how similar her brothers conclusion was to her own. It was a sad smile of how real that possibility had been but regardless she laughed. “I thought that as well.”

“So what happened tonight?” He pulled back and kept a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve been with Josh for over a year but he’s from Columbus so I don't see him much, obviously Hal didn’t know. Then he got a suspicion and then kind of realised and tonight I went to see his band play and Josh came back to mine. And Hal’s men were waiting and he beat him up and threatened him.”

Dexter paused before asking. “So what are you going to do now?”

She sighed. “I’ve been trying not to think about that but I think . . . I think this is a good excuse to leave. But I need you and Stitch.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to get some things from the apartment and Hal will be waiting.”

Dexter pulled back. “Good! I’ve been waiting for an excuse to punch that guy in the face.”

“No! I just need you guys so I have a numbers advantage. I want you and stitch to stay safe. You have things to lose if Hal tries to come after me. I might . . . I think I need Tyler as well?”

“Tyler?”

“Josh’s band mate. They wear ski masks on stage and maybe it’d be a good idea to borrow some.”

“Is he here?”

“Yeah. They played tonight.”

“Well call him then. Let’s get this done.”

“Really?” She pulled back and looked her brother in the eyes.

“Yes!” He insisted. “I’m not letting you come back to us and then go crawling back to that douchebag! I don’t care who he knows! Family is everything, Percie!”

She was practically tearing up. She hadn't had anyone defend her so fiercely since Josh. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”

At that moment, Layla walked back in and looked to Percie.

“We have a slight problem.”

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Clenched Fists: Part 3 - The Crescendo (Chapter 7)

First Chapter

Last Chapter

Okay, okay. My hands are up. This is a little late and a little short but o boi have I got some shit lined up for you guys. I’ve been slow because honestly, I’ve been writing snippets of this for almost a year and just today I got a solid serious plan down and I know exactly where we’re going.

Also, points for if anyone can guess a character influence in this. In fact its basically a cameo of a Bostonian celebrity.

And a point I haven’t reiterated enough. This is completely fictional, these are all characters and I hope and pray that the situation Percie’s in is so ridiculously far fetched, nothing even remotely similar is happening to anyone. Regardless, if you are or think you might be in any kind of abusive relationship, please please seek help or advice. There are mentions of depression in this chapter too. Because I’ve had to write it how I know it, this might not be everyones description of it but sometimes hearing it described can be a little triggering so same as above, please seek advice if you think you might or do have depression. Even drop me an ask if you’re that desperate.

Serious part over. I hope whoever actually reading this is fuckin excited because it’s all about to go down in the next few chapters! Thanks for reading folks.

Warnings: Abuse. Arguments. Abusive relationships. Depression.

Words: 2300

Percie hadn’t seen Josh in nearly two months. She was sat on Chris’ sofa with the older mans head in her lap as he worked on his laptop while an ancient Disney cartoon played on the TV. Since Hal thought she’d be at band practice until late, she was around Chris’ house and had taken the time to call Josh.

Chris was an actor who’d just signed a contract with Disney. He was one of the deepest, most thoughtful people she’d ever met and just being around him relaxed her. He was one of her best friends. She’d known him since before Hal when she’d met him in a bar. They’d hooked up (which is why Hal could not know about the friendship) but in that post-sex bliss and mess of existential conversation, they’d realised that although the sex had been amazing, they just clicked . . . but not romantically.

She loved him deeply and honestly but in a platonic soulmates sort of way.

It was 8 in the evening so hoped maybe she’d catch Josh before his gig that night.

“Hey!” He picked up excitedly, making her grin. “I didn’t think you’d be able to call tonight.”

“Yea, we finished band practice early. JJ’s wife’s in hospital with Braxton Hicks so he had to rush off and it’s not much of a practice without him.”

“Ahh. Is everything okay with him?”

“Yeah, the baby’s fine and she’ll be here in less than a month now.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, it’s exciting.”

“So where’re you now?” Josh walked into the green room on the other end of the line and plopped down into a sofa.

“At Chris’.”

Josh laughed. “No surprises there then. Take it Hal doesn’t know.”

“Of course not. Hal doesn’t even know Chris exists. Well he might but he doesn’t know we’re friends. If you ever come to Boston you’ll have to meet him.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed as something crossed his mind. “I just remembered, we’re booking a gig in Boston.”

“Really?” She sat up quickly, jolting Chris’ head slightly as she forgot he was there. She held her hand up as an apology. Chris teased her so she flattened her hand over his face annoyingly, making him belly laugh as she focused on Josh’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, we’re going to do New York and Boston in a weekend.”

“That’s amazing. When?”

“Next month. We haven’t booked it yet but we’ve emailed loads of venues.”

“Well I can talk to Steve at The Shed, see what he can do.”

“That’d be perfect, as soon as we have one date, we can be more specific with the New York venues.”

“Okay, I’ll try.” She paused. “Let’s just hope its a weekend Hal’s away.”

“Fingers crossed.”

“Even if he’s not, I’ll figure something out.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I go to gigs all the time, he’ll let me go . . . or he should do.”

“We’ll worry about it when we know for certain. So what are you doing?”

“Enjoying a brief moment of freedom?” She joked. “Chris is doing work and he’s put the Little Mermaid on for some reason because he’s a giant nerd.”

“Oi!” Chris laughed.

She grinned and turned her attention back to Josh as he replied. “I love that film.”

She laughed. “You’re kidding!”

“No.”

“I’ve never even properly watched it and I’m with two men right now who have not only watched it but actually like it.”

“What’s wrong with that?” He tried to catch her.

“Nothing, nothing.” She insisted. “I just didn't expect it.” She took a deep breath and watched Chris get frustrated about something on his laptop. “So what’ve you been up to?”

“Not much. Practicing and playing.”

“Where are you playing tonight?”

“Cincinnati. There’s like 20 people here.”

“Hey! That’s good!”

“Yeah, yeah, it is. More people showing up every time.”

She smiled. “I’m glad, you guys are good.”

“You’ve seen us play half a song.”

“But it was a good song and I’ve got the first CD, Tyler even gave me his solo thing from years ago. Though I’m not sure what that taco song’s all about.”

“Tacos?” Josh teased.

“Well, yeah. I got that Joshua.”

The man laughed on the other end of the line and she felt herself smile at the sound. “Honestly babe, you should really see us live. Tyler really knows how to get a crowd going.”

“Okay, I promise.”

Josh sighed gently and she felt him smile. “Okay, we’re going on in a minute so I should go.”

“Okay, I miss you.”

He gave a small, saddened chuckle. “I miss you too. See you soon.”

He put the phone down and she sighed.

“Was that him?” Chris asked. “The one you’re leaving Hal for?”

It felt weird to have it phrased like that. But he was right. “Yeah, it is.”

“What is it about him? You’ve got loads of reasons to leave that douchebag.”

“What do you mean?”

“Me, Stitch, you’re family, the fans. People love you, Perc, what was it he gives you that none of us could.”

She frowned. “I didn’t need someone else to make me realise I needed to leave.” She clarified. “I wasn’t waiting around for someone to make me realise.”

“So why did you need him?” He wasn’t being bitter, the questions were genuine like he didn’t understand the reason she couldn’t leave for everything she already had.

“I didn’t. The problem was, I couldn’t see a way out. Hal was going to kill me or I was going to kill myself-“

“Perc-“

“No, I’m being serious. I was waiting for him to kill me. You and Stitch and everyone else, I needed to live for. When Josh came into the picture, it changed and I realised there were people I wanted to live for. I wasn’t obliged by a want not to hurt anyone, he just pulled me out of the mindset I was in where I was waiting for Hal to take the choice away from me.”

Chris was sitting up now. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know. Really. You knew I was depressed and I didn’t want to be in that situation anymore. It’s not much of a jump to think that the easiest way of doing that was to . . .” She thought of the right way to phrase it. “Not exist anymore.”

“But we’ve had the escape plan for almost two years.”

“And why do you think I didn’t say the words? Think about it. If I ran away before Josh, what was going to happen? Loneliness would be so utterly toxic to my brain and we don’t know how long I’d be running for. Theoretically, I could never come back to Boston which just so happens to be where everyone I care about is.”

Chris sighed, knowing she was right.

She continued. “Now, when I leave. I have to run for half the time and then I get to go back to Josh.” She smiled, thinking of it.

“So he really is the one, huh?”

“I hope so . . . I cant-“ She took a deep breath, thinking of a normal way to phrase it. Her and Josh were so beyond ordinary, their love was so beyond their control. To the point where, in six months of barely actually seeing each other, she knew she loved him and she was ready to say it. It was so beyond them that she couldn’t actually describe it. “I can't imagine that something like this can just disappear. I don’t think this kind of feeling could just . . .” She tried to phrase it. “Cease to exist, you know?”

He stared at her and grinned. “Somebody’s in love!!” He dragged vowels out and punched her playfully.

“Shut up!” Then she shrugged. “But yeah, I am. I love him and I want to get out for him. I want to spend my life with him, and I want to be happy.”

“You know, that’s the best think you’ve said in the four years we’ve known each other.”

She laughed and looked to her phone as it started buzzing.

Hal’s name popped up on the screen and she took a deep breath. She let it ring for a moment before putting on a happy voice and answering the phone. “Hey baby.”

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, get home right now!”

She frowned. “Why? What’s happened?”

“I knew you hadn’t changed, you dirty little slut. Get back here. We need to talk.” And at that he put the phone down.

Percie stared at the device for a moment and then looked to Chris and swallowed. “Well that changed quickly.” Chris just looked at her and she felt the chill of fear that was all too familiar spread through her. “I think Hal’s figured it out.”

Chris ordered her a taxi back to Hal’s, knowing the flight response was all too well trained in Percie and she could mess everything up if she ran now.

They had a deal. She’d send him a message within the next two hours if she was okay and if she didn’t, he’d send the police round.

So she rushed down the hallways like she imagine she would have before the abuse, like a lamb would to the slaughter and opened the door to the shared apartment.

It was dark inside, lit onto by the kitchen light and the tv. She flipped the elaborate chandelier-like light on in the living room and called out. “Hal, baby? What’s wrong, where are you?”

From the living room she could see him emerging from the bedroom.

He was hunched menacingly and his face was twisted in betrayed anger. In his hand he held Josh’s Rancid tee shirt. “What’s this?”

She’d knocked it off of Josh when she left the last time. They’d figured Hal would be less suspicious of a band tee shirt and she wanted something of his to keep with her.

She stared at it for a moment and then released a breath of a confused chuckle.

“A tee shirt?”

“Don’t get smart with me, where’d you get it.”

“The internet?”

“How long ago?”

“Few weeks.” She shrugged.

“Why’s it so worn?” His questions were getting quicker and more aggressive. She wasn’t sure if she was more concerned that his questions were coming so fast or that he’d paid a scary amount of attention to it.

“Because I sleep in it?”

“Not before a few weeks ago you didn’t.”

“Babe, why are you being so suspicious of a tee shirt?”

“Because its you!” He shouted, storming forward but stopping himself from going the whole way. “You know exactly what you do to men and you exploit it! Who is he?!”

“Babe, it’s just a tee shirt.”

“A mens medium tee shirt.”

She tried to laugh. “That’s what I wear.”

“No you don’t!”

“What?”

“You wear everything but a mens medium. I’ve seen you in large and extra large, hell you even were small but you don’t like mens mediums because they're not flattering.” She frowned and focused on keeping her breathing calm.

“So who is he?!”

“There isn’t a ‘he’.”

“To hell there isn’t! Where did you get it?” He finally strode forward to use his hight and strength against her.

“The internet.”

“Bitch, you didn't have this thing until you . . .” He paused and rage registered on his face and in his breath. “Until you came back from Ohio!”

“Babe, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Where you got bailed out by that Josh guy. You spent the weekend with him didn’t you! That’s why you wanted to go!”

“No! I went for you! I do everything for you!”

“You selfish little bitch you’ve used me this whole time. Made me pay for your little tours through Ohio, told me you were going to see if it was safe when really, this whole time you’ve had a little piece on the side who you’re visiting out of my pocket!”

“Don’t you dare start about pieces on the side, Henry!” She couldn’t hold it in anymore and she’d known for months. “I know there’s other people you sleep with and yet you expect me to stay here and look after your perfect little world like that shits not happening!”

He walked up to her again and she tensed. He nodded. “I do fuck other girls . . . because the only reason I wanna think about your nasty little snatch is to relieve myself of the stress you fucking cause me. But you’re mine. Nobody else touches you, nobody else things about you. And if I’m right . . . and I ever so much as hear about you and this Josh fella . . . I’ll kill you both.” And with that he started walking away.

“Where are you going?” She tried, still frozen to the spot.

“To go find somebody else to fuck tonight.”

And with that he slammed the door behind him and left her in the silence.

She wasn’t sure why she was crying.

Well she knew she should be crying but she had so many reasons to be crying in that moment that she wasn’t sure which one was best.

It’s quite possible everything just blew up. He remembered Josh and suspected she was cheating which made it ten times harder to leave, he was most likely going to get drunk which meant he’d come back later even more mad than he’d left and on top of that, he’d be fucking other girls. She hated his guts, she wanted to rip his eyes out and feed them to him but the betrayal still hurt. She lived a loveless life with him and he was the only think actually coming between her happiness.

She hated him with such a violent fervour, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself much longer. She’d kill him or herself or he’d kill her. They were so fucked up that one of them was going to end up dead and she wanted so much recently to live; to survive and live with Josh. She wanted that so badly that she cried even harder.

And when the tears had stopped, she was left with her headache being the only thing she could feel. A terrifying numb settled into her bones like and old friend and let her instincts kick in. Suddenly everything in the room was too much, the lights and the fixtures and the furniture was overwhelming and she found herself in the kitchen.

At least in here everything was the same colour. She leant against the side and took deep breaths, counting like she knew how to.

All she had was the familiar numb again.

And in that numb she felt herself pull her phone from her pocket and send a single ‘I’m fine’ To Chris.

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Clenched Fists: The Plateau Chapter 5

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

Okay, I figured Percie and Josh deserved some downtime. Not too much drama in this chapter but who’s fuckin ready for some smut!! Don’t forget, my ask box is open if you fancy giving some feedback if you are that way inclined? Or just to ask me random shit, that’s cool too :)

Words: 4300

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT!

Josh yawned as he drove the car through the Columbus streets. Percie’s hand was on his leg, her head lolled to the side against the window, looking serene in the pale orange of the streetlights as they drove beneath.

He tried not to let himself think in the quiet. He was powerless. All he could do was wait for her but he loved her, he knew that now. He loved her so much that he wanted to help even though he couldn’t do anything. And she’d hurt him to get herself out; she’d try not to but she would, he could feel it.

He sighed and leant his elbow against the window. He didn’t like to think about the future but he knew that he sure as hell couldn’t live for much longer like this.

Tyler had stayed at his house when Josh got the call Percie was being released. Josh had explained everything and he actually felt a weight release as he told his best friend everything. Tyler showed nothing but sympathy for the woman and told Josh he should have told him sooner, she hid it scarily well and he never would’ve guessed.

Since neither Josh nor Percie had eaten yet, they had decided to head for food. Even though she’d fallen asleep he decided to still get food from the drive through and then just head straight back to the apartment.

As he pulled up to the McDonalds he waited behind the car infant and looked down to her wrist in his lap. He could still see the imprint of the cuffs where they’d been for altogether too long. He thought about just not letting her leave; convincing her to stay with him in Ohio and just get out now but no doubt she had things she needed to take with her and if she stayed with Josh, Hal would know she had been - and likely would still be - in Ohio. The chances of success were too slim.

The sound of him talking stirred Percie and she blinked a few times as they pulled into the queue at the window. She leant her head against the window again but shifted so she could look at him. She smiled.

“I’m glad you woke up because I need you to hold all this food I just ordered.”

She laughed and joked. “Is that all I am to you Josh?”

He scoffed as he took the card machine off of the man and punched his pin in. Once he had his card back he looked over to her and replied. “No. No it’s not.”

She grinned and stretched the sleep from her body. He watched the oversized tee shirt ride up slightly and reveal a slither of her stomach and the smooth column of her neck as she craned to wake herself up.

He didn’t notice the happy smile on his face until she looked to him. “What?”

“Nothing.” He chuckled, pulling the car to the final window and waiting for the food.

He took the bag and handed it to Percie. “Mines the double cheeseburger and fries.”

“Okay.” She said putting it to the side and fitting the drinks into the holders on the centre console of the car. “What did you get me?”

“Nuggets.”

She gasped. “How did you know?!”

He shrugged and laughed. “I just guessed.”

“You’re a genius!”

He reached for the final item and pulled two McFlurry’s into the car. “Plain right?” He said, handing them to her.

“What the fuck!” She exclaimed in shock. “How the fuck did you know that?!”

He laughed. “You were complaining that Stitch got you an Oreo one on the phone ages ago.”

She paused. “I can’t believe you remembered that?!”

“Who the heck doesn’t remember when their girlfriend is a weirdo and doesn’t like Oreos?!”

She paused and wasn't sure weather to pick him up on the ‘girlfriend’ or the ‘oreos’. So she shrugged and went with the less awkward one. “I don’t like chocolate.”

Josh accidentally slammed the brakes as he tried to park in pure shock at that confession. “How did you say that so nonchalantly?!”

She smiled and shrugged again. “I’m used to it and since I physically don’t like it I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.” She reasoned.

“How am I supposed to buy you gifts?!” He exclaimed. “Like who doesn’t buy their girlfriend a box of chocolates on valentines?!”

She smiled at how sweetie was for immediately thinking of something like that. “That was so cute.” Then she shrugged again. “Buy me sweets.”

“Oh, how romantic!” He said sarcastically with a laugh.

“Well buy me chocolates and I’ll appreciate the gesture and then offer them to guests and friends.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He put the car in park and took the burger she was holding out to him.

She looked back in the bag. “Twenty?!” She pulled out the box and smiled at him. “You really do know me.” She took her seatbelt off and leant against the car door. “So this girlfriend thing . . .” She said.

Josh stopped mid-chew and stared at her. He swallowed. “What about it?”

“When did it come about?”

He shrugged. “I figured since we’re just kind of waiting to be together, maybe we could use the label amongst friends.”

“And police officers?”

He laughed. “You said yourself you don’t class yourself as Hal’s girlfriend.” He took another quick bite. “Plus it was the easiest way to get people to stop asking questions.”

She accepted that and ate a few more nuggets before she felt him looking at her. She sent her eyes to his and he paused for a moment before speaking. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She tried to stop her smile from going quite so wide but she couldn’t as she nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He gave a short nod and turned back to his burger.

Once he’d finished, he threw the paper onto the back seats and started the car again.

Percie fed him fries when he requested and continued to eat her nuggets. Once his fries were gone, she’d collect some ice cream into the spoon and place it into his open mouth, laughing every time as he tried to fit the collected ball into his mouth.

He didn’t realise but since she’d woken up, she'd been eyeing up the radio and wondering what CD was in his player. So halfway back to his flat, she pressed the button. He took his eyes off of the road for a moment to see what she’d done and then laughed. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?”

She shrugged. “I’m a curious person.”

He reached into the door his side and pulled out the CD box just as the first song started playing. The CD landed in her lap and that first chord of ‘Dumpweed’ started. “Oooh!” She moaned. “Good choice!” She pulled her legs up onto the chair.

She glanced at the Enema of the State CD and checked the tracks on the back. “I had this on vinyl. I think it’s still at my dads house . . . provided he hasn’t thrown out everything to do with me.”

Josh paused a minute. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“Three years ago.”

“Wow.”

“I know. It’s on the list of things to do once I’m away from Hal.” At a proper mention of the man they both despised, Josh went quiet. He couldn’t deny, he’d been practically obsessed since he met Percie. He needed to know who he was contending with and really, in his mind, Hal was a much better catch than he was.

He imagined that the money and the status and the desirability of Hal had been what had drawn Percie to him. But as Josh got further down the hole, Hal’s name was mentioned in uncountable dodgy situations. Dozens of people associated with him had gone to prison for countless things: murder, robbery, drug-dealing. And despite the authorities knowing they were associated with Hal, none of them confessed Hal’s involvement which in Josh’s mind meant that Hal must have had something over all of them . . . including Percie.

“Six months.” She said.

“Sorry?” He said, too deep in his thoughts.

“I’ve given myself six months. I can’t tell you the date,” She clarified. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but I can tell you I’m going to be gone for a while.”

“A while?”

“It’s going to take a few months of Hal trying to find me before he’ll get exasperated and give up until he gets a solid lead.”

Josh didn’t like that last part. He pulled the car outside the flat block and placed it in park. “PJ . . . is this something we’re going to be dealing with for a while?”

She swallowed and nodded. “But I’m going to leave and we’ll be normal . . .” She took his hand. “There won’t be any leads. If I restart the band, I have a plan that means he won’t be able to come and get me even if he wanted to.”

“Okay. Will he give up?”

She nodded. “I think so. It’ll just be a case of judging when he has.”

He squeezed her hand. “Okay . . . that’s okay.” He stared out

They stayed silently in the car for a moment before she took a deep breath and turned to him as best she could. He could practically hear her heart beat quicken in her chest. “Josh?” She muttered. He looked over to her but it took a moment for her eyes to meet his. When they did she swallowed nervously. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

A wave of tingles went up his body as he stared at the confession from the woman. If there had been any doubt about their relationship before, they flew from his mind with those words. He smiled and gave a short chuckle as if it was obvious. “I’m falling in love with you too.”

She grinned and knelt on her seat to lean over to him and press her lips to his.

He pulled her in and then sighed happily, placing their foreheads together. “Let’s go inside.”

“Is Matt in?”

“He should be unless he’s gone out with his friends. He’s not happy I’ve left guitar centre.”

They got out of the car and made their way inside and up to the third floor. “Understandable.” She said. “Jobs are always good when you’re with a friend.”

Josh chuckled. “And how would you know that?” He joked.

“Hey!” She said. “I’ve had jobs!”

“Really?”

“I’ve been working since I was 12.”

“That’s illegal!” He laughed.

“I come from a working family, Josh. My dads a mechanic and my mum came from a farming family. I’ve always worked.”

“What jobs do 12 year olds even get?!”

He unlocked the door and they walked inside. “I was a shelf-stacker and a cleaner at one point. Then I worked on the racetracks my dad raced at with my brother and when I was 16 I looked old enough for one of dads friends to give me a bar job, nobody cared I was underage. I’ve worked at venues doing loads of different jobs! How many jobs have you had?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“So Guitar Centre.” She laughed.

Josh paused in the living room. “Matt?!” Upon hearing no reply, Josh decided they were alone and smiled at her. “What do you wanna do?”

“Watch a film?”

“Sure, I’ve got Netflix.”

He switched the TV on and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her unto his side where she curled up. They sounded like they’d been married for years as they tried to decide on a film. They were both in the mood for something easy but they’d clearly had very different childhood with the films they saw as easy. Artsy films and rom-coms were what she enjoyed while he liked comedies and cartoons. They compromised with a Studio Ghibli film and sat watching for nearly an hour.

“Is my rucksack here?” She asked, realising her phone was dying.

“It’s in my room on the bed.”

She whined as she pulled herself up, going as he directed into the bedroom. It looked like Tyler and he had loaded all of Josh’s kit back into the room before waiting for her to be released. His room was pretty tidy, he didn’t seem to own much. A few books, some notebooks, a heap of CD’s and some weird little nicknacks. It was very Josh so she smiled as she pulled her charger out of her bag.

The thought for a moment; about what had happened that day, about how happy she was with Josh, about how she wanted to always be here. On her own with Josh, calm and content and actually pretty happy.

Here she was clean and had no worries. Here she could be herself and not think.

So in the spirit of not thinking, she walked back into the living room and stood in front of Josh.

He looked confused at first but relaxed as he saw she was calm. She slipped off her boots and let the oversized flannel fall to the floor before she moved to straddle him.

A faint smile played at his lips and he instinctually place his hands to her hips. She watched him for a moment, a relaxed breath leaving his nose as she ran her fingers along his jawline.

Finally she placed her lips to his and sat back fully on his thighs, running her slender fingers through the puff of hair atop his head.

He ran his hands up her side, revealing the skin to the brutality of the cool air in the room and feeling several ridges that he ignored. He pulled the vest over her head and watched her face as he saw a vague shadow of uncertainty pass over her features. He paused. “You good?”

“Yeah. Perfect. Just . . .” She looked into the middle distance for a while and then chuckled with a genuine smile. “I’m good.”

She distracted him by kissing his cheek and his jaw and his neck as her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt.

He sat back and took a deep breath and watched as she rolled down his body taking each individual button out with easy precision and kissing where each closed button had just been.

When she got down to his jeans she was on her knees on the floor in front of him. She smiled up to him, those emerald eyes that lost him every time dark with arousal. She palmed him for a moment and then popped the button and started pulling his jeans down.

Lost in his thoughts too much to last very long, he leant forward and placed a finger under her chin. “Don’t.” He muttered, pressing his lips to hers.

She didn’t quite get the memo so he pushed himself up and but some miracle of God managed to not only stay on his feet but also lift her over his shoulders in a fireman carry.

She squealed a laugh as he walked her into the bedroom. “You bastard!” She exclaimed, smacking his arse and laughing harder.

“Oh wait, wait!” He exclaimed. “My trousers are falling!” He stopped walking, only just inside the door and needing to get across to the bed. She laughed harder as his jeans slipped slightly more and more down his arse, her entire body clenching at the hilarity of them being stuck in this situation.

“Percie!” He exclaimed with faux anger. She laughed harder and twisted, nearly causing him to lose balance as she slipped her finger through his left belt loop and her other through his right, keeping the jeans in place.

Now able to make it over to the bed, he threw her onto it and then roughly pulled at his jeans in frustration.

She sat in a clearly observational position on the bed and wiggled her eyebrows exaggeratedly as he struggled to remove the tight garments from his legs.

Once they were finally off, he huffed and looked to her exasperatedly. She had one eyebrow cocked and paused for a moment, blinking a few times before she spoke. “That was graceful.” she said, almost comforting. “Graceful like a brick.”

He laughed and got onto the bed, straddling her legs and tickling her. “Don’t you da - agh!” She exclaimed, screeching against his fingers.

“You’re quite rude, missus!”

“No Josh! I’m sorry! Joshua!”

He stopped and before she could open her eyes, his lips were on hers. She smiled against his lips and bucked her hips against his.

Just as she had, he travelled down her body, leaving the beginnings of a love bite on her neck before becoming her to lift her back so he could pop off her bra.

He discarded it and took one peak in his mouth. She moaned and her eyes went back slightly before she focused on him. He hummed and kissed lower.

Now he was at her hips, he could see what he'd felt earlier and the scarily straight scars there made him sad; signs of a losing battle she’d been fighting for too many years.

Glancing up to her, he could see she was staring at him now, fear in her eyes as she wondered if he might judge her; assume she was a nutcase who needed professional help (something she vehemently insisted she didn’t).

He let himself relax, knowing more than enough from Tyler and people he’d gone school with about the psychology of those scars. As far as he was concerned, as long as there were no fresh ones on his body and if she ever felt the urge she spoke to him, he didn't mind.

He placed kisses to her hips and then unbuttoned her jeans.

He could feel her smiling, like the air in the room had changed with her relaxing.

With her jeans discarded, he crawled back up her body and kissed her placing both hands on her jawline. “You’re so perfect.”

The idea of him saying that after what he’d just seen was beyond her so she made a disbelieving sort of sound. Hearing it, Josh kissed her harder, licking her lower lip and gaining entrance. He felt need in her fingertips as they ran through his hair but not a bodily need like he’d expected. It was like something deep inside her very soul told her she needed him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved to ravage her neck and she moaned feeling him twitch between her legs. Her head was spinning. She’d had such a deprivation of this over the years. She’d had it for a while but looking back now it was fake. Sex wasn’t a loving event in her experience but Josh was teaching her.

She hadn’t known him for very long at all and he was already teaching her.

Even the sounds of her breathing was addictive to him.

She liked his hair; she couldn’t stop running her fingers through it, pulling him close as he teased his cock between her folds. She moaned and made a snap decision, bucking her hips and rolling him so she was on top and her hair fell like a waterfall around them.

She sat just on his thighs and watched his chest as it rose and fell with arousal. She bit her lip to try to stop the smile but her eyes gave her away.

She looked like she wasn’t used to being in control like this but like she needed it. She paused like she was waiting for permission or an order. Josh refused to be like him.

He raised a calloused hand from all the drumming and placed it on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut despite the fact that half of her hair also got caught between his fingers. She moved into his touch and lifted a slender hand to hold his wrist in place. She took a few breaths and then moved his palm to her lips.

When she opened her eyes again he was smiling. She lowered and caught his lips, the feeling sending him too far over the edge this time for him to ever return.

She moved away and shifted, allowing him space to grab his erection as she hovered over him. He could feel her heat as she lowered enough for him to coat his head and then allow her the power to slip onto him.

She felt every inch and as he fully sheathed himself inside her, they both released a groan. Percie’s head went back but Josh kept his eyes on her, the column of her neck where he’d already left a slight mark. He made a note to leave another and then let her move.

From here he could see every inch of her. She had two punk-rock swallows from a Frank Turner album cover on her hips and the quote ‘jump out the window with me’ on her ribs. There was a black and white lion on the ribs on the opposite side.

She ground on him until her hips could no longer keep a pattern. “Josh!” She moaned, emerald eyes meeting his. “I need you.”

He took that as his cue and flipped them again. She landed with her hair like a halo on the sheets. His breath caught in his throat as he thrust into her for the first time of his own accord.

She moaned with ever thrust but not in a typical ‘porn’ sort of way. She had little puffs and long, low moans that caught half way depending on how he moved.

She hadn’t moaned like this in a long time for this wasn’t the fucking she was used to, this was making love and she was almost in a trance with the revelation.

He leant over her and sucked another mark just below her ear, smelling the apple of her hair and the vanilla of her skin.

She exhaled and the moan lilted just below the surface. He took her hand and linked their fingers, pushing her hard into the mattress.

He felt his thrust turn sloppy and took a breath, whispering in her ear. “Are you close?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Come on baby. Cum for me.”

As her body moved with his and they both shivered with a new wave of sweat it was like something inside him and something inside he just fit perfectly and there was no way to remove it.

She gripped his hair and smashed her lips onto his until she could take no more and had to cry out.

He liked watching her like that; nothing except pleasure encompassing her mind, nothing except him enveloping her body, nothing except herself having made the decision.

On that thought, he couldn’t take anymore and came deep inside her, a guttural groan and a few few shaky thrusts bringing him to his end.

He fell onto her, his face in her neck, loving her scent and practically imprinting his on her mind. She gripped him hard as she shook a few times as the waves started slowing.

She felt like slow violin music in that moment, like a lone piano in a dusty room with a creaky chair that still made the most stunning tune. She felt like the stars or a cloud, he wasn’t sure.

She sighed and her head went back, her arms still around him, keeping him atop her. She started fiddling with his hair again and felt her eyes drooping. She couldn’t sleep because he’d finished inside her so she waited for him to huff a breath as he reached the same realisation.

“I’m gonna pull out.” He warned her.

She hummed and waited for him to do so before she rolled from the bed and picked her tee shirt up before making her way briskly to the bathroom.

Josh took a few more moments to breathe before he sat up in bed and pulled his boxers back on. He laid back down in bed, thinking deeply about what was happening.

There was so much that still needed fixing and he still didn’t even know how their relationship would last but he was falling so hard for her. It wasn’t even a rational thing anymore. Two meetings in person, not enough phone calls and two arrests and he was smitten. It was unexplainable; like an otherworldly kind of connection. They just understood each other and he was falling hard.

She walked back in wearing only her tee shirt and smiled at him as she walked over.

He opened his arms and she crawled against him, placing her hands on his chest and leaning her chin on them to look at him.

“How you doing?” He asked, running his fingers along her forearm.

She smiled genuinely. “I’m good. Thanks. You?”

He chuckled and then nodded. “Really good.”

“Have you got any plans for tomorrow?”

Josh shrugged. “Sleep? Stray in bed with you?” She laughed and hit his shoulder. “I don’t know. Why?”

“I have a little bit of band work to do but it won’t take more than an hour, I’ll try to do it before you wake up.”

“Okay,” He thought for a moment. “Actually, Tyler mentioned something about a girl he’s talking to and us going on a double date. I didn’t think we’d have time but if we’re not doing anything tomorrow . . .”

She went silent for a moment and then shrugged. “I can run with that. I got along with Tyler before.” Her head shot up. “What dd he say after . . ?”

Josh hauled a breath. “I couldn’t really read him. He wanted to know what was going on with you so I told him but he seemed almost compelled to like you so even after what happened, he looked like he didn’t mind. I’ll call him in the morning and see what he says.”

She nodded and placed her head on his chest. Josh listened for a moment and her breathing changed as she fell asleep. He checked her eyes were closed and then relaxed, following suit not long after.

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Clenched Fists: The Meeting - Chapter 3

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

So this is the conclusion to the first part. Who’s ready to meet Hal? I’ve really got to apologise for him. He’d a diabolical character and I am not proud I created him but he sure does his job in the story. We won’t see him for a while after this. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ON THIS CHAPTER!!

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Warnings: Implied non-consensual sex, forced drug use, abusive relationships, violence (sorry)

An 18 yer old Percie-Jo was sat at the desk in her boyfriends apartment in Boston, running her hands over her face as if it might make her concentrate harder. She groaned out loud in an attempt to release some stress. It was no good. She needed a drink . . . or some weed at the very least. She knew inside that she secretly wanted something more but she was telling herself that the cocaine her boyfriend had provided her with four times since they’d met hadn’t effected her that badly.

It had thought . . . because now she was shaking as she couldn’t think straight.

It was like running on caffeine; as if your body could run a mile but your mind could barely read to the end of the sentence.

She pushed her fingers into her eyes until she saw stars and then whimpered, opening them and realising the words were still a blur.

She lolled her head back and cast her eyes around the room. She suddenly realised how much of her stuff had migrated into this apartment.

Her record player was in the corner with her box of records in front of it, her guitar was in the corner, her clothes were folded next to his on the chair. Her book was on the bedside table, her laptop and sketchbook were on the desk. It felt vaguely adult. She was happy in a relationship and practically moving into him. He was wealthy and bought her things and made her happy. She didn’t need anything other than him now.

Considering she hadn’t been home or even her dad, brother and sister in five days. She was certain that the next time she saw them she’d end up arguing with her dad and never coming back.

But that was alright, at the minute she only needed Hal.

Hal could do just a good a job as her dad . . . if not better. Hal knew she was depressed, he noticed the mark on her skin and kissed them until she didn’t want to make anymore, he held her when she cried instead of making her feel embarrassed. She didn't need anyone else.

Hal was strong and tall and he knew what he was doing. He valued her, showed her off, made her feel bad but in a good way, a way that mad him want to fuck her and God! He fucked her good. They were the bad guys and there was something insanely hot about that.

She didn’t know pleasure until she met him; didn’t know what it meant to stand in a room and know that almost every man there wanted her and none of them were allowed.

She was Hal’s. A mantra that he practically made her chant in their bed.

He gave her everything; made her everything she was, he was dangerous and controlling and she loved it. If she could relinquish power over her brain and give it to him she didn’t need to feel anxious whenever she made a decision, because somebody else made all the decisions and she trusted it was right no matter how morally wrong it was.

Everything was so much better since Hal.

He could get her anything she wanted as soon as she said she wanted it; possessions, drink, drugs. She had nothing completely to herself and yet it was worth it in her mind for everything that Hal gave her in return. She wasn’t sure how long it was until the door opened but the essay remained unfinished on the desk and Hal walked in holding a bottle of red wine and a smirk.

She sat up and smiled expectantly at him. “Did you do it?”

He grinned. “I just bagged the biggest fuckin’ drugs deal in Boston, baby. I’ve got every single one of Sam’s dealers working for me. Every single drop of their money goes to me! Babe, I’m gonna be fuckin’ rich!”

He scooped her into his arms and spun her around eliciting a giggle from her mouth before she leant back and pressed her lips to his.

He pulled back and pushed the bottle in front of her. “Care to celebrate with me?”

She pouted playfully and he knew immediately what she wanted. He laughed low in his chest and threw the bottle on the bed to reach into his back pocket from which he produced a small baggie of crushed white powder.

She squealed excitedly and turned, letting him slap her ass as she moved over to the desk.

The essay for college wasn’t going to be handed in so she was sure nobody would care if she used it as a relatively clean surface to take a line off of.

That was the night he knew he had her.

In his mind there were three things about her he needed to use of change. He knew her weaknesses and he needed to exploit them. She didn’t want to be depressed sp he’d make her feel happy and she wouldn’t leave him for fear of getting depressed again. From there he could be himself and she’d turn it internal telling herself it must have been her that caused the problems. After that he needed to use the drugs to make sure she never left him for fear of having to go without drugs, then he needed to make sure she stopped talking to her family. That way she had nowhere to go if she tried to run.

It wasn’t a solid plan in his mind, that was just how it happened.

He acted until she was in too deep to realise it was him and not her who’d changed.

That’s what the first few months were; a twisted kind of fuckery. He saw her weaknesses and manipulated them, got her hooked on the drugs only he could provide since she had no money for herself and then slowly convinced her that no other man wanted her, nobody else would have her since she was his. In fact, it was only around six months before she met Josh that she realised the state she was in. She’d been in Mad to Live since high school but now she’d go on stage and perform either high or drunk, everything was calculated and everyone assumed it was just her but really, she was off her face on whatever powders and potions her boyfriend provided her with.

At the end of the summer tour, when Hal went to New York for business for a week, she got clean. Initially she replaced the cocaine with weed and that worked for a day or so but the weed did jack shit for the shakes and the throwing up and she pulled whitey’s every time she smoked.

So she quit everything for as long as Hal was away - no smokes, no coke, no booze.

Now two weeks is a very short time to get over a drug like cocaine but the two weeks had provided her with enough clarity to know that she needed to get out. The first person she told was Stitch. He’d been her best friend since the beginning of the band and since he agreed whole heartedly, telling her everything he’d seen as wrong over the last two years, there was no manipulating Hal could do to change her mind.

So she started drinking again and indulged occasionally in some weed for her anxiety. Since she’d realised she needed to make her own decisions . . . she started having panic attacks again (Hal was not a fan of those) and the fear at her own fucked situation bought back the depression.

But she learnt how to act high since she wasn’t certain if she said no he wouldn’t force her. So she acted and fucked him with less and less feeling every time. She couldn’t think of how to get out so she resigned herself to death. He was getting more and more violent when she jumped around him, she could act tough at meetings where he liked to flaunt her to people who didn’t have her but sometimes if he raised his voice she jumped. That embarrassed him and he’d punish her which in turn only lead to more anxiety around him. He was going to kill her or she was going to have a depressive episode and finish the job herself so she just accepted it.

And that’s the state she was in when she met Josh. There were other hurdles along the way; serious ones that fucked her up more than the drugs or Hal’s emotionally and sometimes physically abusive habits alone every could. But Josh was like putting an 8 foot tall and impossibly long wall in front of bolting horse. The horse can try to dodge it but it’s going to hit and eventually it just has to come to terms with the fact that the wall’s there now. And whatever’s chasing the horse might just hit it harder than she did.

Percie woke out of habit at 9 despite the late night.

For a very brief slither of a moment, she frowned feeling the body next to her and jumped thinking it might have been Hal. Then she realised that she never woke up next to Hal and if she did he was never ever cuddling up to her like this body was.

She took a deep breath and turned to place her forehead to his chest. He shifted to accommodate her but went straight back to sleep afterwards and she smiled.

As she laid in his arms she thought, and she couldn’t remember waking up at any points during the night.

That's weird.

She didn’t sleep next to people, it took her six tours to be able to sleep next to members of the band and she had horrific nights sleep whenever Hal graced her with his presence for a night.

The only people she’d ever been able to sleep next to were her siblings but she hadn’t seen them in a long time so she wasn’t even sure if she top and tailed with her sister now she’d be able to do it.

But she slept next to Josh . . .

Josh snorted slightly as he woke fully and moved back in slight confusion to figure out where he was. After a tense moment, she felt him sigh contentedly and relax. “Morning.” He mumbled into her hair, stretching the sleep from his legs as she pulled her closer to his chest.

“Mornin’.” She greeted back, hiding a happy smile as she realised he was going to hang around and not make excuses to leave.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, still not completely awake.

“Quite well, surprisingly.”

“Surprisingly?” He seemed slightly more awake suddenly.

Realising quickly that her inability to sleep next to people was a little odd, she said: “I just don’t normally sleep well in the van.”

“Oh, it’s probably made better because there’s someone else here.” She chuckled to herself and hummed. “Probably.”

Her rolled onto his back with an exaggerated groan, pulling her with him into his side.

She placed her hand on his chest and slid into the crook of his arm, placing her hand on his chest. “What’s this?” He asked, tugging on the elastic band that sat near-permanently on her wrist.

“Just a habit.” She brushed off.

“And these?” He played with the three silver bracelets on her wrist.

“My grandma’s baptism bracelet, my baptism bracelet and the other one was given to me by a friend called Chris back in Boston.” She laughed. “I had to tell Hal Stitch got it me so he didn’t find out about him.”

“Find out about him?”

She sighed. “He has a way of cutting me off from anyone who could spot the relationships abusive. I just met Chris on a night out and he spotted it straight away. I kind of used him to ground myself .”

“Surely it wasn’t always like this?”

“Hmm, well it wasn’t always this bad but the second I was with him I was spilling all my secrets and he was exploiting them.”

“Secrets?” He said with a joking intrigue, changing the subject. She leant up to look at his face with her arm still on his chest. “Deep dark secrets.” She teased.

She saw a smile play at his lips and could help but smile herself before she leant down and kissed him.

She watched him grin when she pulled away and sighed. “I wish we didn’t have to leave.”

Josh shrugged. “It’s okay. You’ll call me?”

“Of course. Any time I can.”

He thought about that for a moment. He didn’t know how often she was around Hal but he suspected it might be rather often so he suddenly started preparing himself mentally for the idea that he might not talk to her for weeks at a time. He’d only known her for 24 hours and his chest already felt empty at the idea.

As if she could see him getting lost in hid thoughts, she kissed him again and bought his eyes to her own. He felt his brain quieten as he looked at her and he couldn’t help a smile. It was nice. She leant on his chest again but still kept his eyes. “It’ll get better. We’ll be together, Josh, I promise.”

“I said I’d wait and I will, it’s just weird to feel like this . . . for me anyway.”

She laughed. “You think I’m used to feeling like this?”

He scoffed. “Good point.”

She watched him closely, paying attention to the rising of his chest as if cherishing the feeling of their synced breaths and heartbeats.

“We’ll drop you off at home when we head out later?”

“Sounds like a plan. Matt’ll kill me.”

She chuckled, wondering how that must be to go home to someone, even just a friend, who’d wondered where you’d been and wasn’t going to yell at you for it. She took a deep breath and rolled from his chest to grab her jeans and wrangle them on.

She struggled and they laughed together as she rolled around the mattress trying to get the drainpipes up her legs.

When she was done she sighed in exhaustion and then rolled back over to him. “Sorry for getting you arrested.” She pecked his lips and stood, clambering over the van seats and towards the window to pull the curtain back and see if anyone was outside. “Do you know if there’s a maccie’s nearby?”

“Yeah, just down the road actually.” Josh sat and started pulling on his own jeans. He rolled over the seat, grabbing her waist. “And you didn’t get me arrested, I was out in time, I went back in to get Matt.” He

She paused. “You went back in after you made it out?!”

“Yeah,” He said like it was obvious and shifted his weight to pull him back into his lap with her chest against his and their legs awkwardly tangled. “My friend was still inside.”

She was quiet for a moment before she shifted and straddled his waist, placing both her hands to his jaw. “You’re the nicest, most selfless person I’ve ever met.”

He chuckled. “You must’ve met some really abominable people.” She scoffed and then rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I have. But even if I hadn’t you would still be the nicest person I know.”

He tried to suppress his little smile but failed quite spectacularly. “Come on, let’s go get some food. It’s still breakfast.”

Their goodbye was simple, like a promise of more to come but not quite as desperate as it would become every time they said goodbye in the coming months. Maybe it was their naivety at how hard the distance would actually be when they were trying to get to know each other.

So Percie left at lunchtime that day to head to Chicago where she managed to find a payphone at almost midnight after the gig and call him.

That conversation was short but essential: a confirmation that she wanted to hear his voice and wanted to know him and wished she could see him. Every time Mad to Live went on tour, there was an odd air around the last few days.

Every member of the band knew Percie only lived for tours. She never had any plans beyond the last date they had booked. She wasn’t quite suicidal but she was scarily resigned to the idea of dying. Living with someone like Hal will do that to a person. Stitch and Louis knew it was better for all of them of they had a few dates of the next tour booked before they headed home. If there was one thing Percie wouldn’t do it was let fans down.

This time however, as Percie jumped back in the van from talking to Josh on a payphone in New York, the worried air had not enveloped the van.

Everyone noticed it but nobody commented.

But one thing was for sure . . . Percie was holding onto her life just a little harder than before.

Which was good, because Hal had said he didn’t want her touring with them again until he knew that she wasn’t a threat to him. Obviously he turned that on her; saying it was her fault he didn’t trust her not to be a liability and she believed him because he was so far into her head.

Even being aware of what was happening to her didn’t mean she could get him out of her head. The main way he stuck in there was just talking to her and he made sure he always spoke to her at least once a day. He knew that there were few things she cared about and one of those things was the band so to keep her he had to threaten the band.

Which he did way too frequently.

But today she had hope.

They drove the four hours back to Boston in the same fashion most bands do: lazing on the seats, covering their eyes to numb the hangovers and generally irritating each other jokingly.

Percie had already been told by Hal that he wasn’t going to be in and that he’d be on business until the next day so she asked Stitch to keep her company after they’d dropped of Louis and Sim.

So the pair unpacked all of Percie's gear into her shared apartment with Hal and then made drinks and sat on the sofa.

Their apartment was impressive. Hal liked to flaunt what he had which mostly consisted of status, money and Percie. So he had a pent house suite that had been raided seven times in the three years she’d been with him. Since it was always clean and Hal was as careful as anything to never let anyone get solid evidence of his participation in anything illegal, the police always had to let him go. They didn’t know that he secretly owned The Black Flag bar in the city and that there was a warehouse just outside of town where there were enough illegal substances and objects to send him away for more than enough time.

That’s why he was so controlling over Percie; she knew too much and a confession and promise to testify from her would be the end of him.

But while he wasn’t there she’d be fine.

So her and Stitch sat on the sofa and had a hot drink before remembering that he still had some weed left from the tour.

They hung around until 9 when she realised Josh would be home from work and she gave him a quick call.

Stitch was working quietly on his guitar figuring out a melody for a new song as she explained the day to Josh and listened as he complained about work.

He said he was going to head to a gig; some friend from guitar centre was in a band that was playing that night so he was going along. Realising the time, she told him to go and that she’d call him sometime around 11.30 before she went to sleep.

They said a way too long goodbye and Josh cut the phone off.

Her eyes were drooping from the weed and everything felt soft. The music coming from Stitch’s guitar was like a lullaby and she smiled. “That sound different.” She said as she jumped over the back of the plush sofa in the middle of the room with it’s back to the dining table and facing the large bed under the two windows that spewed light into the room.

“I’ve been listening to some different music.”

“I like it.” She pulled a cushion into her chest and watched him. “Write a few like that and I’ll write some softer lyrics for them.”

“Will do.”

She smiled again and closed her eyes briefly before the door to the apartment opened.

Stitch jumped out of his skin and Percie froze.

Hal was stood in the doorway looking confusedly at Percie. He was a tall, slender man with a strong upper body and practically the perfect figure for a man. He showed it off by wearing a henley that was a size or two too small and slim fit jeans. He had a mop of dark hair styled perfectly and the most piercing dark eyes. His movement had that jitteriness that showed he’d been drinking as he glared at Stitch. “What’re you doing here?”

It was a good job she’d gotten off of the phone to Josh when she did.

Percie took a deep breath and adopted the facade she so often had to use around Hal. “I thought you weren't coming home tonight baby.” She stood and walked up to him.

“It stinks of weed in here.” He accused.

“That’s me.” Stitch said, not knowing quite how he would react to Percie being high on something he didn’t give her.

Hal hummed and moved over to the kitchen.

Stitch glanced to Percie as they watched the back of the man looking through his cupboards.

Percie took a deep breath and chewed her cheek, gesturing that maybe Stitch should leave.

He cast her an uncertain glance but she just nodded.

“Okay,” Stitch sighed. “I guess I’ll be off. Is all your stuff out of the van?”

“Everything as far as I know.”

“Okay, I’ll drop anything round you might have forgotten.”

He hugged her tight as he pulled his guitar bag over his shoulder. “You know where to come if you need me.”

She nodded but didn’t make eye contact. She’d done that before; argued with him and left . . . it never ended well when she came back.

As soon as the door closed, she took a breath and approached him. “How was your day baby?”

“Shit.” He mumbled, closing the cupboard when he realised he wasn’t hungry but he didn’t turn to face her.

“Aww, how come?” She put the kettle on wondering if today he’d let her make him cup of tea and maybe sit next to her on the sofa.

“I lost two men.”

She tensed and blinked a few times before placing a teabag in her mug. “Want one?”

He looked to her and to her hand where she held a second teabag ready to go in a mug. “No.” He turned back around and she could see his knuckles going white as he gripped the sideboard.

She deflated and poured her own cup. Even the steam from the mug seemed jittery and tense as it rose into the air.

She went to the fridge and pulled out the milk, checking he’d bought some more sine she’d been away.

He had.

She closed the fridge door and removed the lid from the milk.

She wasn't sure if she’d made to much noise or if he was just so annoyed by the events of the day that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.

Either way, he spun around and swung his arm into the mug sending the entire contents across her middle and onto her bare arms before it smashed on the marble of the island next to them. She cried out and dropped the milk.

She was frozen.

She barely even registered the pain of the skin that was already blistering on her left forearm or the sound of the milk plugging from the container.

She just stared at Hal.

His head was slanted down and his back was rising with the lungs-full of air he was hauling in in a feeble attempt to cal himself down.

“Please-“

“Stop talking!”

She’d barely spoken since he’d returned. She could understand how she’d irritated him so much. Her chest ached with the memory of the love they’d once shared and her muscles tensed in rage at what he’d done with it. “No.” She managed.

He froze in confusion. He stopped heaving, didn’t move an inch before he slowly, intimidatingly looked up to her. “What?”

“I haven’t said anything and yet you take it all out on me.” He arguments with him always started like this. She was fucking fierce when she wanted to be but it only ever seemed to come out after she’d tried to explain; tried to calm him down. This was a ridiculously weak attempt at explaining but he’d continue in the same way he always did and she’d return as she always did and he’d turn it physical because she was smarter than him but not stronger.

“You fucking deserve it . . . slut.” He walked slowly up to her and she remained frozen either out of stubbornness or fear, she wasn't sure. “You think I’d let you live happily after what you fucking did? You’re lucky you’re attractive else I would’ve done the same thing to you as I did to him.”

She could smell the alcohol on his breath but he wasn't drunk. He wasn't slurring enough to be drunk, he’d just drank enough to be numb.

“Don’t you dare!” She tried, hating whenever he bought that up.

“Mind your place!” He yelled and she found the slither of confidence retreat back deep inside. He looked at the floor. “Look at this mess . . .” He met her eyes and smirked. “Clear it up.” He turned to walk away but she couldn’t help it.

“Why bring him up?! What’s the point?!”

He paused across the room and turned to her. “Did you love him?” He asked.

She swallowed, knowing the answer. “No. No I didn’t.”

He chucked. “Then what was the point?”

She watched him move over to the bed and jump onto it fully clothed, his boots leaving large mud stains on them. She looked at the floor and tried to arrange her thoughts.

Dust-pan and brush for the mug, cloth of the liquid.

She set to work but felt silent tears slip down her face and couldn't even see what she was doing.

So she abandoned the brush and moved to the sink to dress her arm. It was started to burn now as the sensation cut into deeper and deeper layers of skin.

She hissed against the cold water and unfortunately regained Hal’s attention.

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing my arm!” She said with a little too much tone. She closed her eyes knowing she’d just restarted the argument.

“If I need to tell you to mind your place one more time I’m gonna hit the roof.”

“Oh really Hal? Is that what we’re doing now? Blatant threats?”

“Well even those don’t seem to get through to you!” He was on his feet again storming over to her. When he was in front of her he spoke. “Say one more fucking word.” He challenged.

She stayed silent for a moment. “Fuck you!” She spat.

His hand met her throat and her lower back bashed painfully against the sideboard, hard enough to bruise in a few hours. She hit his wrist with the heel of her palm in an attempt to budge him but it didn't work. She puffed a strangled breath and he frowned. “You stink of weed! Are you high?! No wonder you’re being even more of a bitch than usual!” He slid her across the sideboard and to the floor where she skidded in the now clod water and smashed ceramic cutting the back of her arms that weren't covered by tee shirt. “I thought you were off drugs.” He said.

She froze. That was a key part of her plan. He couldn’t know she was off the cocaine. “No, what made you think that?”

“When was the last time you had a bump?”

She leant up. “The other week?”

“Liar.”

He walked up to her and sent his boot into her stomach.

She cried out again and crippled into herself, whimpering, not paying attention to where Hal was or what he was doing before he was sat on her chest pulling the arm that wasn’t burnt between his legs. “I can’t force you to snort and I can’t force you to smoke. You’ll just throw up the fucking water if I force that down your throat so what does that leave us with, Percie?”

“No!” She shouted as she realised exactly what she was doing. “No, no! Stop! Please!”

She wriggled as hard as she could before he slapped her hard across the face and she whimpered, completely giving in.

He didn't even need to slap her arm to get a vein and, being a sadistic bastard, he didn’t stop the blood flow. He just jabbed the needle right into the vein in her forearm and gave her a nice big hit of the drug she’d been craving so much.

Broken and defeated, knowing she had minutes before the point of no return, she went limp and obeyed when he told her to get on the bed.

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