He Will Be Loved

"What? KILLING?" Blake blinked.
"Frankie, shut your drunken mouth." Zac glared.

"Fuck you Zac!" He slurred, reaching for a bottle of whiskey. He was pissed the fuck off.

Zac snatched the bottle.
"Drink anything else and I will break this bottle over your head."

Frankie leaned into his face.
"Do it ya little shit!" He was a violent drunk...

Zac rolled his eyes, shoving him off the barstool.
"No more drinking."

Frankie slapped him across the face.
"FUCK OFF BITCH!!" He wailed.

Zac punched him in the jaw. He was tiny but he could fight when needed.
"Stop being a drunken asshole!"

Frankie hit him back.
"STOP BEING A LITTLE BRAT!" He grit his teeth.

"I'm trying to be the responsible one jackass! And not let you get hurt cause your fucking wasted!"

'LEAST IM NOT DEAD LIKE YOUR DUMBASS UNCLE BIDDY!" He barked.

Zac kicked him in the gut.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ASS!"

Frankie hissed, splashing vodka in his face.
"REJECT ORPHAN BITCH!"

That hit a nerve.
Zac's face turned red as he backed up his threat from earlier and smashed the bottle over Frankie's head. He was then escorted out of the club.

Frankie watched him so, still screaming.
"THATS WHY YOUR REAL MOMMA DIDNT WANT YOUR MEAN ASS! I FUCKING FEEL FOR KEVIN, GOD KNOWS HOW BAD YOU HURT HIM!"

"FUCK YOU!" Zac screamed at the top of his lungs before storming home.

Frankie had more to drink. He didnt care what anyone said at the moment.

Blake sighed, attempting to get him to stop drinking before heading home.

Biddy woke up at five in the morning, just laying there as his head hurt.

Rick was still right beside him like before.
"Biddy bird?"

"Hey Rick....." He rasped, grinning up at him with his blue and green eye.

"Aww hun. You alright?" Rick sighed. He hated this...

"Im fine Rick." He kissed his cheek.
"Im tired though, how long was I out."

"Whole day. Oh, someone called and left you a message on your cell. I didn't recogize the number so I didn't respond."

Biddy looked around and reached for his cell, calling his voice mail and listening.

"Uh yeah, damn answering machine. Was that the beep? Oh fuck it was. I'm being recorded. Oh damn... anyway, Biddy right? It's Blake, random dude from club? Yupp... well I didn't see ya tonight with the band... drummer said something bout you getting killed? Well, when ya wake up gimme a ring... well if ya want, you know. Just worried bout ya... alright, I'm rambling." There was a chuckle. "Bye..."