~Everything You Need~ Cliff x OC

!6!

"Dave either needs to get his drinking under control or he needs to go. None of us can deal with him constantly being drunk. I'm mean hell last time we were all at my place he tried to fucking kill Ember." James said. I looked at my legs.

That night really was the worst ever. "You know Dave doesn't listen to any of us! What do you think he's gonna do if we tell him to stop drinking! It'll end up like that time all over again except with us and not Ember!" Lars said standing.

"I hate to say this but you guys should just fire him. I'm not saying that cuz I hate him, because he's a bitchin guitarist but he's corrupting the band. You guys know he's not gonna change." I said looking at them.

I had been friends with Lars since before Metallica was a band. I've helped them through thick and thin as they have me. They both looked at me and at each other. They nodded and looked down. 'So who's gonna tell him?' was the question all of us had but no one said anything.

"I'll call him and talk to him about drinking less and if he freaks out we both should go confront him." Lars said, looking at James. James nodded before looking at the ground. Lars walked down stairs for once going to the phone.

After a minute of sitting up here Lars started yelling. "You need to quit Dave! It's killing the band! Fine then FUCK YOU!" Lars yelled before slamming the phone. Lone yelled at him in Danish and he said something back before walking up stairs.

"I don't know why I even tried! He'll never fucking change!" Lars yelled coming in. He sat on the other side of the bed then me. "Tomorrow he'll come to band practice and we'll tell him." James said. "You really think he's gonna be at practice! We'll have to go after." Lars said.

I nodded. James left and me and Lars sat there. "You should call that guy and tell him you're having practice and where it is." I said after a minute. Lars nodded and went down stairs.

I went to the corner I had my shit in and grabbed my guitar. I took it out of the gig bag. It's a red Vintera Telecaster. Its pick board was black instead of the cream white most had. I spent so much on it. I saved for 3 years to buy this guitar. I got it out and played a couple of riffs waiting for Lars.

I started playing Hybrid Moments by Misfits. I had seen 3 of their concerts, 1 of them being only a few months ago. They were amazing. I played as Lars came in. "Oh shit we didn't grab your amp. If you want we can go get you one." Lars said, walking to his bed.

"No it's ok. I'll call my house and see who answers. My mom is a stay at home mom so if she's still alive she'll answer." I said.

My mom wasn't the best to me but she was the only parent I had. My dad died a few years ago so he isn't around and my step dad is not a dad. He's an evil human. "Well go call then." Lars said.

I gave him my guitar and went downstairs. The doorbell rang as I got to the phone. I went and opened the door. My step dad stood in front of me. "I KNEW YOU WOULD BE HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he yelled. I slammed the door in his face and ran to the kitchen, My heart pounded.

He continued to beat on the door. Lone came in from the bathroom. She whispered to herself in Danish heading for the door. "DON'T!" I yelled on accident. Lars came running down the stairs as Lone saw the horror on my face.

"IT'S CHRIS!" I yelled to Lars. He stopped in his tracks. His face seemed to flash in anger. He slammed open the door. "GET THE FOCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I FOCKING KILL YOU!" Lars yelled.

Chris's face changed to humor. "What's a little punk like you gonna do. You're just a Danish twat!" He said, pushing him. Lars pulled back his fist and punched him. Chris seemed to laugh before Lone appeared behind him with a frying pan.

She swung and knocked him in the side of the head. He went down with her swing. "Tæve" she said walking back to the kitchen. She yelled for Torben who was in the backyard.

Lars went to the phone and called the police. I sat on the ground in the kitchen. My heart still beats fast as hell. Lars came over and sat by me. "You know I don't like cops." I said before turning away from him.

I stared at the ceiling until the cops arrived. They asked me what happened and I told them, including what happened the other day. They took him into custody and told me not to worry anymore. That they would go to my house and check on my mother and retrieve my stuff.

They took our statements and left. I sat there for another five minutes before getting up. I walked to the phone and called James. He liked to get drunk but not like Dave. He was fun. And I need an escape.