Life Partners

Today has got to be the worst fucking day especially of a new year. It fucking sucked ass today, nothing has went right for me. No matter how hard I tried, not a damn thing has worked out. So I finally managed to make it back to my place with out any shit. Come to find out I come back to an empty house. No one is there. I know my parents are vacationing in Atlantic City this weekend and Dunn had an interview with Jay Leno in Las Angeles. I have no fucking clue as to where Raab, Dico and Rake are, and right now I don't fucking care. The house is all quiet and that is rare which sort of depresses me because I have no one to take my anger out on. I decide that since I am both angry and depressed I should drink all my emotions away.

The bar is extremely crowded and the odor of sweat, sex, cigarettes and liquor fill the atmosphere. I just sat there at the counter and kept ordering the bar tender to refill my glass. After my body had consumed a quite amount of liquor, everything started to grow blurry. I wasn't nauseas, but it felt like everything was spinning around me and I was just sitting still. I remember my eyelids becoming very heavy as my breathing slowed down dramatically. Then I remember being surrounded by blackness. And I could not recall anything after that.

I could feel my limp body being moved, lifted from where I was. I didn't know who the fuck was carrying me off nor did I know where the hell we are going. My mind was filled with wondering questions, which could not escape my numb lips. I wanted to know who the hell was taking me and where in the fuck were they going with my almost lifeless body. My eyes were still way too heavy to open; every time I tried they seemed to fall back down. For some reason or another I could not move a muscle in my body, and my mind was starting to freak out. I could feel my shoes being dragged through the pool of gravels and the sun beating down on my black HIM dress jacket was making me sweat. What was happening to me? My mind wondered.

Even though my body could not move, and I could not open my eyes I could hear very faint unfamiliar voices which sounded like two men.

"I can't believe we found this fucking idiot passed out at the bar." I heard one of them say.

"What we going to do with him?" The other asked.

Now my mind was starting to get scared, but for some reason I was powerless. I felt so damn helpless that my head had just fallen forward and I had passed back out again.

I felt an unbearable amount of excruciating pain through out my lower body. It was extremely intense around my ass and my thighs. Very slowly I managed to open my eyes, at first everything was so fucking blurry. I could not make out my surroundings and I knew I wasn't at the bar. Taking a big whiff of the air, I about gagged. It smelled of piss, cum, sweat, and mold. I thought I was going to fucking throw up. Glancing around, I was able to see again. Thank God. But nothing looked familiar. I had no fucking clue as to where I was. I was lying on an old warn out king size bed covered in stains that resembled blood, urine, cum and god knows what else. I jumped off the dirty piece of furniture only to stumble into a dirty wall. Looking down at myself, I noticed I was fucking naked except for my black socks which still remained on my feet.

"What the fuck?" I yelled as loud as I could.

Running my hands through my nest of brown hair, I started to panic as my body shook with a tremendous amount of fear. My arms wrapped themselves around my bare stomach as a large amount of vomit exploded from my mouth unexpected. It went all over the stained grey carpet. After I managed to expel all of contaminants of my stomach, I began searching for any articles or belongings of mine. Every time I moved my legs or began walking, I felt agonizing pain everywhere, but it seemed to be strongest near my asshole. Reaching back to rub my sore butt, I feel a sticky gel like substance which resembled the texture of semen on my skin.

"FUCK", I yelled out at the top of my lungs totally sickened by the sticky stuff.

I pulled my hand back toward my face to see what it was. It was worse than I thought. My fingers were now covered in semen mixed with blood. Not any blood my blood. Spreading my legs, I had seen the crimson liquid drying to my thighs. Some of it was even on my balls. With out thinking, I just punched a whole in the dry-rotted wall. I was so fucking pissed, no wait, I was hurt and disgusted along with being pissed. I knelt o my knees as I felt the vomit come up through my stomach. I just stayed there as everything spilled from my mouth. Finally I stood back up, grabbing both sides of my head; I started yanking roughly on my hair as I paced the room searching for any remains of my shit. I couldn't find anything; everything was fucking gone. My shirt, my jeans, my jacket, along with my fucking wallet and cell phone were all gone. The only thing I managed to find that was mine was my black heartagram boxers. My ass hurt so fucking bad, and to think what those two men did to it was just unimaginable. The thought of anyone besides Ville or Ryan Dunn going inside me was completely sick. It made me want to puke even more.

I felt dirty. Not the type of dirty that you can wash away, but the type that stays with you no matter what. My body smelled of the hideous odors, sex, cum and piss. I stood there in my boxers trembling with mixed emotions. Staring at the bed from which I had awoken, I closed my eyes to see if I could recall anything. Just any bit of information to let me know what the fuck happened to my body.

"Oh god, he is so fucking tight!"

The words stabbed me like a knife causing emotional pain as well as physical. Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes, but I sucked them back in because I'm not the crying type. Even if I was just raped, I am not going to cry. My hands rubbed against my pale-skinned body trying to rub away the dirt which had covered me. I couldn't take any more of this place, so I ran to the front door.

The bright rays of the sun blinded me when I swung the old wooden door open. Stepping outside, I knew I was in a bad part of Pennsylvania, but I didn't know exactly where I was which was going to be trouble for me to get back to my castle. I had no cash on me or any other form of payment. Walking down the street the pain in my ass worsened. I cringed at each step I took down the side walk. Here I was, Bam fucking Margera walking down the ghetto streets of P.A. in my boxers because I fucking just got raped. My body was still shaky and my mind was still hazy of all the events which took place. As I continued walking, I tried to piece as much together as possible. I remember hearing one of the guys shout "Oh my fucking gah, he is so fucking tight." "I want to fuck him like the bitch skater fag he is." The words hit me like knives into my back as I dropped to my knees on the bare concrete trying to hold back the tears that were already pouring through my eyes. I pounded the concrete with my fists forcefully bringing blood to my knuckles. Right then and there I just collapsed, holding my head in my hands and crying uncontrollable.

"Fuck Bam, you aren't supposed to cry." I yelled at myself trying to stop the tears from coming.

I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. I just wanted to make it back to my house where I knew I was safe but first I needed to find a phone. I approached a young teenage girl who happened to be skating down the streets. She handed me her phone. I dialed the digits to a very familiar number.

"Ry, where are you?" I asked sharply.

"I'm in L.A. still. I will be home tomorrow night." Ryan Dunn said.

I just hung the phone up and dialed another number.

"Novak, where are you?"

"Your place waiting on you baby", he laughed.

"Novak, I have been in a little situation." I started.

"Bam, do you need me to bail you out of jail", he joked?

"No", I said with a serious tone in my voice. I didn't want to tell Novak exactly what happened especially over a stranger's phone.

"Look, I will explain everything to you just come and get my ass."

"Where the hell are you?"

"I am by the corner market on 5th street."

"Why are you down there for?"

"Look, Novak, just do as I fucking say. Get me a goddamn ride down here now." I practically yelled.

"Alright, I will be there ASAP."

I handed the girl back her cell phone and kept on walking. I kept thinking to myself that this could not have happened to me. My body ached every where. My head was throbbing from trying to remember what I had been through. All I know now is that two guys dragged me out of the bar and took me into this abandoned building, raped me, and pissed on me, and now here I was standing on the corner in my underwear, like a cheap whore, waiting for Novak to come and pick me up.

After what had seemed like endless hours, I saw Novak pull up in his shitty car. I felt so relieved to get out of that part of town and to get into a car with some one I knew.

"Where's your clothes Bam?" Novak asked raising an eyebrow.

"I fucking got robbed!"

"What the fuck? By who?" Novak said sharply nearly slamming on his brakes and into the car in front of us.

"Two men is all I know."

"I am glad you're alright", Novak said calmingly.

He didn't know I was fucking raped and pissed on, so I am not okay.

"I'm not fucking okay." I grunted.