He Will Be Loved

Biddy gave a goofy grin.
"Yup, Its not normal but its awesome...Like me." He he snickered at himself.

Blake laughed lightly.
"Well you seem awesome, but I've only known you for a few minutes... maybe we should hang out sometime."

"Maybe we should." The grin grew wider as he forgot all about Higgy and when he would be here to get him.

Blake's grin grew as well as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and took Biddy's hand.
"Well, if you ever get a chance to call, here is my number." He smirked as he scrawled his number on the palm of Biddy's hand before once again placing his hands on his hips.

Biddy hummed, taking the pen and writing his number on Blake's bicep. "Might wanna call me instead..."

"Will do..." Blake nodded, smiling as he memorized the number on his bicep.

Biddy was too busy smiling, lost in Blake's eyes to notice Higgy walk into the club and spot him. The man stomped his way through the club and roughly took Biddy by the arm, squeezing it tightly, bruising it. Biddy hissed trying to pull away but he couldn't.
"The FUCK are you doing you bitch." He hissed lowly.
"None of your god damn business fuck face!" Biddy spat as he was yanked.
"Ill deal with you when we get home now lets GO!" He roughly pushed him before stomping back to his truck.
Biddy rubbed his arm, his smile returning a moment later.

"He always treat you like that?" Blake asked, glaring after Higgy, checking on Biddy's arm.

"Oh no, this is a good day for me." He laughed. "Usually he wouldn't wait until we got home." His smile went down a notch. "Nice to meet you though.....Hope ill see you again soon."

"Nice to meet you too Biddy..." His smile faded slightly. "Well I'll call you sometime." He smiled once more before jogging off.

Biddy gathered his guitar, hugging Zac goodbye as he slowly made his way to his car.

Zac hugged his uncle, sighing as he watched him walk off.
It'd take a bit of time but he'd find a way to get Biddy away from Higgy.

Biddy did go to the truck...He did take his beating even thought it was much worse than usual....
Higgy killed him...

Blake went home as normal to his empty house. Even though he was alone he was still cheery, humming as he cooked a dinner for one..

Biddy didnt show up for practice the next day...
He couldnt...He was dead...

Rick was lying in bed beside Biddy's body, frowning as he stroked his hair, waiting for him to wake bback up..

It was taking a bit longer, he had been hurt a bit to much. His body was taking a break.

"No excuses this time Biddy... I'm killing him when you wake up..." Rick muttered, sighing.

But they both knew Biddy would not allow that, he just would not let it happen....He couldnt, Higgy was all he had.

Blake was at the club again the next night when he heard the same band was supposed to perform. But to his disappointment, Biddy wasn't there...

Frankie was pissed as hell though, he could NOT focus, he wanted a piece of Higgys ass for what he did.

Zac eventually said fuck it and told Frankie to calm down. They all agreed to not perform for the night.

Frankie pouted, sitting at the bar and downing shot after shot.

"Do not get wasted Frankie. Who's gonna drive your drunken ass home?" Zac sighed, telling the bartender not to give him more.
Blake walked over to them.
"So... where's that bassist of yours?" He asked.
"He... had an accident." Zac sighed.
"An 'accident'?"
"Yes."
"Does it have anything to do with the jackass who hurt him last night?"
"No...." Zac lied.
Blake simply sighed.

Frankie was already drunk.
"Liar!" He pointed a finger at Zac. "Imma fucking kill that jackass for killing Biddy, the fucking bitch!" He slurred drunkenly.