Saturday, June 18, 2016

You're in Terror's House

I sat at the kitchen table, last night’s eyeliner running down my cheeks, trying to think of what to tell the boys.  First things first, I’d have to clean myself up.  Shower, put on pants, wake up the boys and round up rest of the crew.

As I got into the shower, I could hear a couple of the guys stirring.  I opened the door a little bit and yelled “DON’T GO ANYWHERE!”

After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I walked into the kitchen area of the loft, where I found Billy-Club, Denny and a skinbyrd I’d never seen before.

“Who’s this?” I asked pointing at the girl

“Oh, uh, she’s uh, ya know, with me.” Denny said.

“Yeah, I’m with him.” She repeated

I looked her up and down, noticing a couple questionable tattoos on her arms.  Then I saw the bomber jacket on the floor by the door adorned with questionable patches.

“Whatchu be about?” I asked

“What are you some kind of spic or something?” She asked “You sound like one of those fuckin’ Mexican gangbangers ‘whatchu be about homes?’” she mocked

Denny and Billy tried to slink away from the table unnoticed.

“FREEZE!”  I yelled. “Denny.  Did you bring a bonehead into the Factory?”

“Well, I was a little drunk, so…”

“I’m going to ask you again, nicely, before I deal with this cunt.”

“What did you call me?” She yelled as she jumped up from her chair.

“SIT THE FUCK DOWN, BITCH!” I yelled, “You have no idea where the fuck you are, do you?”

The Swasi-girl froze and looked around, looking at Billy and Denny, who were now smirking and trying not to laugh.  Then she looked at my tattooed arms down to my hands, adorned with words “Terror” on my right and “Crew” on my left.

“That’s right.  You’re in Terror’s house, now sit the fuck down!”

She quickly sat down knowing what was about to happen and said “Uh, sorry.  I, uh, didn’t know.”

“Denny.  Did you fuck a Nazi bitch in our home?”

“But, Billy said that like, there was this Terror Crew hazing where you had to either curb stomp a CLAS boy or ya know, fuck one of their girls.”

I looked at Billy, who was trying really hard not to laugh.  “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?”

“So, that isn’t a thing?” Denny asked, looked dumbfounded and confused.

“No Denny, that isn’t a thing.  Billy was taking a piss at your expense.”

“Come on Diane, you gotta admit it was a little funny, right?” Billy asked “Right?”

I just gave him a cold stare and walked over to the Nazi girl, straddling her and sitting on her lap, playing with her stubbly head. “Now, I know you Nazis don’t like people of color and I know you don’t like Jews.  Let me ask you something.  How do you feel about Polish people?”

“Fucking cockroaches.  As bad as the fucking Mexicans!” She said staring me in the eye.

“What are your thoughts on Lesbians and Gays?” I asked leaning in close to her face.

She was shaking and clearly horrified.  I give her credit for standing her ground, despite knowing what was about to happen.

“Diseased shit!”

“Oh, honey, that isn’t nice.” I said as I stood up got behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders.  “So, I bet it would make you reaaally mad to know that a Polak Dyke is going to kick your fucking ass!”

I grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed it into the kitchen table. “You fucking piece of shit Nazi!” I yelled as I kicked her repeatedly with my bare feet. “Don’t EVER come back up to the north side!  You’re not fucking welcomed here!”

She balled up, crying, bleeding from the mouth and forehead “Run and tell your CLAS boys that a fucking Polak beat the shit out of you!” I yelled as I repeatedly punched her in the head.

Denny and Billy dragged me off of her, kicking a swinging my arms.

“Alright Diane, she gets the message.” Denny said as he pulled me away.

“Now I have to take another shower you fucking Nazi cunt!” I yelled as Denny shoved me into the bathroom. “I swear Denny, if that piece of shit is still in this loft, it’s your ass that gets kicked next!”

I leaned on the sink, looking at the blood on my knuckles and feet and said “fuck.”  I closed my eyes, hung my head and thought about Bubsy.  I could hear the comedy of errors going on outside the bathroom, with Denny, Billy and now two of the other boys awake trying to figure out what to do with her.


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