Kian
1502 Words
“Okay, keep your f*****g daughter off my bus!” Kian shouted. “What kind of mother are you?! You’re mad at me for f*****g her?! You’re twisted as f**k!”
Kian was pissed off. He listened to this woman dog him out over sleeping with her daughter and it was only so much he could take. A car pulled up and Kian cursed to himself. It was his mom and dad and he knew he was going to hear it. Mr. and Mrs. Sins walked over to the woman, confused at the moment.
“Can I help you?” Mr. Sins asked, then he turned to his son and his band. “Get back on the bus.”
Kian rolled his eyes before he walked back to the bus with the others. He took a seat at the table and sighed. Vince sat across from him and shook his head.
“What the f**k, man?” Kian sighed as he placed his head on the table.
He knew his parents were mad. They didn’t want their son f*****g like that and having an angry mother to complain about their son f*****g their daughter was aggravating to them.
“Dude, I can see your father’s face right now.” Logan said.
“I can imagine it.” Kian sighed. “I should’ve never let her on.”
Kian heard a car drive away and his heart pounded right then and there. Mr. and Mrs. Sins came on the bus, a disappointed look on both of their faces. Mr. Sins stopped and turned to Steves.
“No more visitors on the bus.” Mr. Sins told him.
“You got it.” Stevens said.
Kian’s parents made their way to where the band was, but Kian looked in the other direction.
“Look at me.” Mr. Sins said.
Kian rolled his eyes, but turned his eyes to his father.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Mr. Sins asked. “I can’t leave you on the damn tour bus for a couple days without you defiling someone’s underage daughter?!”
“Man, she f*****g started it!” Kian shouted. “We were just smoking and drinking! I always go on live to talk to my fans and she starts the s**t off! So, don’t blame me for her daughter being a f*****g slut!”
“Watch your f*****g mouth!”
Mr. Sins got closer to his son and Mrs. Sins had to step between them. When Kian and his father argued, it always ended in a fight and she didn’t want to see those again.
“Calm down.” Mrs. Sins said.
“You better get your son.” Mr. Sins told his wife. “He’s so lucky I don’t cancel the remainder of the tour!”
Vince walked over to Kian and moved his friend back. He could feel the tension in the air between the two men.
“Calm down, Kian.” Vince whispered to his friend.
Mrs. Sins turned to her son and sighed.
“Because of you messing with her, her mother requested a refund.” She told him. “We just lost 5k dollars for the remainder of the shows that she was coming to. Which means, that your check is going to be missing 5k dollars.”
“Because of her?!” Kian exclaimed, getting more angrier. “ Mom, are you serious?!”
“Very serious.”
Kian smacked his lips and stormed to the back of the bus where the room was. He slammed the door close behind him and laid on the bed, causing the vodka bottles to fall onto the floor. He groaned and looked down. He sat up on the bed and glanced between his leg. Nikki had left everything in that room.
“Thank you, you f*****g bitch.” Kian mumbled under his breath.
Kian grabbed the bottles off the ground and laid them next to the weed pipe. He opened the vodka bottle him and Nikki had shared and finished that up. While he was drinking, the door to the room opened up and Vince laughed.
“Did they leave?” Kian asked him.
“Yeah, Stevens is taking off now. Damn, you’re not going to share?”
Kian threw the empty bottle on the floor and held the unopened one up. Vince walked in and grabbed the bottle from Kian’s hand, then he looked down at the weed between Kian’s lap.
“She left everything.” Vince said.
“Yup.” Kian sighed. “Let’s f*****g have our own party.” Kian said.
Kian grabbed the bag of weed and the pipe before he got off the bed and followed Vince back out to the front where the other members were. Dante was drumming on table with his sticks, humming a tune from his favorite band. Logan sat in the seat, scrolling through f*******: and Doug was in the chair, sleep.
“Let’s do this.” Vince said, smacking Doug in the back of the head. “How in the hell did you go to sleep so fast? Her blowjob was that good?”
“Dude, f**k off.” Doug said, turning the other way.
“I guess Doug isn’t trying to get high with us.” Kian said.
Doug’s eyes shot open and he sat up.
“You have weed?” Doug asked. “From where?”
“His little underage f**k toy.” Vince laughed.
Kian rolled his eyes, listening to the cackles that came from his band.
“Hey, I want to ask you something.” Logan said. “Was it good? I mean, she was a virgin, right?”
“Dude, f**k you and f**k no, alright.” Kian snapped. “She was nowhere near a f*****g virgin.”
“Sheesh, I can’t believe your check is going to be low.” Dante said, still drumming.
Kian stopped talking. He was already pissed off about losing out on 5k. Now, he needed to smoke that thought away. He sat next to Dante and put a pinch of weed in the pipe. As soon as he started clicking the lighter, Stevens heard it.
“Hey, open the windows before you light it up in here.” He told the band. “I’m not trying to get a contact high.”
Vince opened the windows next to them and sat back down. The tour bus moved, headed to their next destination: Cincinnati. The band turned the conversation over to the concert. They talked about everything, from the fans to the rocking out they did. Kian took the first hit, then he passed the pipe over to Logan.
“So, who was that girl you were talking to, Vince?” Logan asked, hitting the weed.
“April?” Vince asked.
“Oh god, dude.” Dante said. “I know you’re not thinking of making her yours.”
Vince didn’t say anything. Yeah, he is hoping to find love, but lately, he has been finding love in all the wrong places. He wanted to give April a chance, though. She seemed different than the other girls he had messed with.
“Anyways.” Vince said, trying to change the topic off him. “We need to think of the songs we are going to play at the concert in two days.”
“Well, we could add the song my father wanted us to go over.” Kian shrugged. “Or we could stick to the old and do what we did like tonight.”
The band nodded in agreement.
“Hey, I’m about to play some music!” Stevens shouted at the band.
“Go ahead!” Kian shouted.
Stevens turned the radio on and Welcome to The Jungle by Guns N’ Roses, blasted through the speaker. Kian sang the whole song, playing on his phone. He went through his contacts and the first person he deleted, was Nikki’s number. He was done with her, completely. As he scolled down, his fingers stopped when he got to Genalise’s number. Logan looked at Kian’s phone and smiled.
“You should call her.” Logan told him.
“No.” Kian shook his head.
“I wonder if she saw the live.” Dante said, leaning his head back.
Kian hoped she didn’t. Out of all the people on his live, for some reason, he didn’t want her to see that video. With a wondering heart, he called Genalise and got up from the seat.
“Where are you going?” Vince asked.
“None of your business.” Kian said and walked back into the room once more.
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