I get to where backstage is and I see the band start to go up. Violet is in the lead and behind her is her man Wade who heads to the drums. Sarah arrives last and I look into her pretty eyes with fear. She glares at me with pure hate and I almost panic. She points at me and sticks her thumb and back toward the backstage. She wants me to go there. And wait for them I assume.
I almost run away in fear. She terrifies me. But I can't, where would I go? These are the only friends that I have. I head back stage still carrying the heavy bags of various alcohol with me. I go into the waiting area for the band, where they like to hang out and chill before and after the show. In there I saw two women making out!
Mona and Yasmin were in a full blown make out session! The two lesbian lovers were also big fans of the band and were friends with Violet and Wade. I wasn't sure if I should disturb them or not but decided they may want a drink or two themselves. I meekly clear my throat as I bring in the drinks.
"Hey I got some drinks for everyone!" I lightly say to them.
Yasmin gives a little moan of pleasure and then releases Mona's tongue. She turns around and moves forward in my direction quickly. I can see the tattoos all up and down her arms and hands as she approaches and lashes out with a stinging slap to my face.
"Piggy bitch why you all late with drinks?"
Tears well in my eyes, it isn't the first time she's slapped me but it hurts and I don't know why she is always cranky. I mean she's my friend right? But she's always so violent and angry it makes it hard to believe sometimes.
"I'm sorry! I tried but traffic was bad and they took forever at the register and I..."
I'm interrupted by a slap and then a really hard backhand that sends me stumbling back to the wall.
"Just pour me some drinks fat punta."
I grab her favorite beer and do just that. Mona had also stood up and began kissing Yasmin down her neck. She whispered something into her lover's ear that I couldn't hear but I could see them look at me. They wanted something... I don't like to judge, I really don't. I'm not a bigot or a hater but some of the things they want me to join in on are a little disgusting. I'm a good friend so I always do what they ask but I really don't want to. I really don't. They make me do... things. I heard the band begin to play and saw their smiles on their faces. I was going to have to do something for them and I just knew it wasn't going to be very fun for me.
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