Spitting Out The Demons

Chapter 3: New Digs

That night at Kong was unlike any other for Violet. She got to know the Gorillaz better and she really liked them, and for some reason they really seemed to like her too. Who'd have thunk it? Nevertheless, she was surprised when the following morning they asked for her number. She of coarse gave it to them, happily agreeing to hang out sometime.

"Thanks again guys!" Violet says as they drop her off at her apartment.

"Anytime!" Russell says happily.

"Bye ya'll!" She says with a wave as she turns to go inside, causing yet again for them to grin at her accent.

"Hey," calls 2D. Violet turns back and looks at him. "Er... neva mind... bye." He, again, averts his eyes from her.

Violet furrows her brow and continues to the building door. She gives one last wave before opening the door and watching them speed away.

'Hmm.. I wonder what 2D wanted to say? Heh. He's so wonderfully weird and not to mention good-looking, they all are- weird that is... but what was with him? He was acting strangely the entire time I was there and he barely said anything at all. All he did was stare at me like he was trying to figure out something…'

Flashback

"'Ey- Violet- right?" 2D asks. Violet nods. "'Ave I met you before? Ya know, before now?" he asks.

"No I don't think so." She answers. "I'd think I'd remember something like that." She says with a smile. He smiles back but now looks even more confused.

End Flashback

'sigh Goddamn that boy is good looking. They don't make 'em like that anymore- or ever really. He probably thinks I'm a complete freak. All he did was stare at me oddly. I have to say though there's something about his deminior… I couldn't help wanting to be near him. I wish he would have talked more… I should have said more myself, damn me and my 

shyness. I should have been cleaver and witty and outgoing, maybe then… what am I thinking? That'll never happen! My luck was used up in meeting and befriending them… I shouldn't push it with false and greedy hope…. I just need to get him out of my stupid head.'

Violet shakes her head hopelessly and unlocks the door to her apartment. She walks in and looks around. Everything is how she left it, which isn't surprising; it was only one night after all, even if it felt like so much longer. She walks over to her phone to check her messages and notices Bell's bed and her toys, a lump starts in her throat but she fights it off and defiantly punches the play button on the recorder. The first message's from the landlord nagging that there were complaints of excessive noise coming from the apartment last night. 'I wasn't even here last night! That bastard is getting desperate, I gotta make sure I don't screw up or I'm out of here.'

Violet's landlord had been trying to find reason to kick her out for the past two months, and because of rent control she was still paying a considerably low price for the place so if she would only leave he could charge new the tenant more than twice what she was 

currently paying. Unfortunately for him, there was no acceptable excuse to throw her out. So now apparently he would have to resort to lies. Great.

The next message was from yesterday, it was Johnny, he was only in town and wanted to have dinner. The last one was from work; apparently, the boss wants to talk to her. Violet glances at her watch and realizes that the time to meet him is in less than two hours. "Shit." She mutters, she had been hoping to sleep a little.

Violet picks up the phone and dials Johnny's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Johnny! It's Violet."

"Oh hey! Where were you last night? I tried your cell but it must have been off."

"Yeah well a lot of shit happened yesterday…"

"What'd you have to meet with the president or something?"

"Ha-ha. No. Not exactly… well first off you should know- Bell's dead. She got hit by a car yesterday."

"What?! Oh no, Violet I'm so sorry."

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll get over it eventually. But here's the kicker: Guess who did it."

"Uhhh… Your mom?"

"Ha-ha. As ironic as that would be, no."

"Then who?"

"None other than the Gorillaz!"

"What? That cartoon band you love?"

"Yup!"

"Wait. How is that possible? There not real!"

"Oh yes they are! As real as you and me! I swear to god! Hate to say I told you so." Violet had once indulged to Johnny that she secretly believed that the Gorillaz were real, and he had laughed and said something about that being as likely as Elvis and the Meter Fairy having tea in Michael Jackson's backyard. Well who's laughing now eh?

"Well, I suppose I believe you- although most wouldn't."

"Gee thanks."

"Well Vi you have to admit it's farfetched."

"I know! I can hardly believe it myself!"

"So are you gonna see them again ever? Or are they like a leprechaun, they come out to kill your dog then disappear into the forest never to be seen by you again."

Violet laughs, "No, no, I stayed at their place last night because I hurt my head, and this morning I gave them my number and they said they'd give me a call sometime. Wild huh?"

"Yeah wild."

"So can we still get together today sometime? Since we didn't last night."

"No can do, heading back to the good ole U S of A today, the wife wants me home by breakfast."

"Oh- alright. Well then be sure to give me a ring next time you're in town, k?"

"Will do!"

"Great. Well I have to be going now, got a meeting with the boss today."

"Uh-oh." He snickers.

"What? You don't think it's gonna be that big promotion that's been rumored? I am a company gal ya know." She says mockingly.

"Frankly?... Yeah…. Sure…. Sky's the limit and all that shit…" he replies laughing.

"Haha. You're so frickin' hilarious."

"Well then, I won't keep ya any longer! I'll talk to ya soon."

"Bye then!"

"Bye!"

Violet hangs up then dials Victor, so she can dish to him while she gets dressed. But tragedy strikes yet again with the recorder picking it up. 'Oh that's right! He's got that hot date today! Hope it goes well. I'll just leave a message.'

"Hey Vic, got some major major news for ya. Call me back when ya can. Have a great time with Jake!" Violets then throws on some appropriate enough clothes, and jets out the door.

LATER

Violet gets home and collapses on the couch. If this were a comic, there would be a deathly cloud floating above her head. She had quit her job/ gotten fired (depending who you asked). It's not to say that she liked that job or anything; it was a shitty job and the boss was a prick, but it sucked nonetheless, no more paychecks after all. The boss-man had wanted to meet with her to "discuss" missing offices supplies. In reality, he was accusing 

her of stealing the office supplies. It was true, she had, but it was nothing expensive or irreplaceable- no big deal; hell at what'd they'd been paying her- they owed it to her. The boss cried nay though, he must have yelled at her for over an hour. She was just fed up, the only reason she was there was for "experience" and the money o'course. "Experience" my ass, what kind of "experience" could I'd've gained from that shit? The office wasn't my scene anyhow. All in all she felt liberated. Violet hated people yelling at her is all, she found it to be exhausting.

Violet carries her ass a little farther to the bed and flops down hoping to get some much-needed rest. However, just as she start's to drift off into la-la-land, the phone of course rings.

"Hello." Violet says sleepily into the receiver.

"Hey girl!"

"Oh hey Vic, what's up?"

"Yeah, you left me a message saying you had news or something?"

"Awww yeah… You won't believe what happened…."

Violet then relays the entire to Victor, sparing no details. Fifteen minutes later, she hangs up and quickly goes to sleep.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Violet walks up the street to her building, she notices a pile someone's stuff out on the curb. She takes minor notice of it as she continues up to her apartment. She walks up to the door and notices a creased paper form taped to the door with EVICTION NOTICE typed defiantly in large black block type. Violet doesn't even bother reading the rest, she could probably guess what was there. She quickly unlocks her door and gazes in horror at what once was her apartment but which now appears uninhabited. "Goddamn, motherfucker..." she mutters to herself. Violet turns on her heels and marches downstairs to the landlord's suite. And after a fruitless barrage of profanity filled argument with him, Violet finds herself walking out of what was once her apartment building. She stops short at the stoop when she realizes a group of people stealing her things. "GET THE FUCK AWAY!" she screams at them, her normal patience gone. They scatter like cockroaches exposed to sudden light. She gives her things a quick once over and depressingly realizes 

that they'd stolen all of her furniture, but luckily (if you could call it that) all her truly important possessions remained.

Violet sits down on one of the boxes that has not yet been ripped open.

'Well I'm officially homeless' She thinks to herself with a sigh, 'And with no one to call to boot! Victor would be visiting his parents this weekend. Serves me right for losing the spare key to his apartment. Maybe the Gorillaz would let me stay with them... -that's a laughable thought! I just met them the other day, they'd take me as a freeloader just trying to get in good with some celebrities. Not that I could call them even if I wanted to. It's not like I have their number. God I'm such a dumbass! Could things get any worse?" Then, as if hearing her, the heavens rain down upon her- literally.

"How cliché," she mutters.

That just being the icing on her sudden shit-cake of a life, she cannot help but break into hopeless tears. Amazingly, she remains in unfathomable control and without sobbing or even breaking her stoic face, she lets only her tears fall, for she knew that no one could notice them because as they emerged they mixed with the rain.

The rain soon subsides and so do Violet's tears, and with the blossoming of the sun through the dark clouds, she hears in the distance the familiar shrieking of tires. "No. Fucking. Way."

'Yes, fucking way.' Fate laughs at her as the Geep comes to a halt in front of her. She looks at them slightly dumbfounded. 2D was sitting in the passenger seat again and Noodle was driving.

"'ey Violet! Me an' Noodle came out for a driving lesson and we ended up in the neighborhood so we decided we stop by. What happened?" 2D says as he comes to realize Violet's arrangement.

"I got evicted." Violet responds solemnly.

"Oh! Who are you going to stay with?" Noodle asks, her hands are still gripping the steering wheel, and as like every teenager, looks uncomfortable and out of place in the driver's seat.

"I haven't a freakin' clue." She admits. "I haven't thought about it, I don't have anyone to stay with, because my best friend is out of town ya see. So I suppose I'll have to stay in a hotel. Although I don't know how I'll afford it... I quit my job too."

"Dang... Hmm..." 2D mutters then turning and leaning towards Noodle, "Noodle you don't suppose that..." Their voices fade into whispers. After a few moments they part and Noodle looks at Violet. "Ya wanna crash with us?"

Violet's eyes widen with shock. "Really? But you hardly know me!"

"Yeah, but we like you, and you need help. What can I say we're suckers for charity cases."

"-Not to say you're a charity case!" 2D cuts in. "I'm sure your-"

Noodle interjects him, "Anyhow the hotels around here are shit. Our place is much finer."

"Well, if you say so. I'd love to!" She says getting excited.

"This is going to be funnn!!" Noodle squeals and claps her hands.

"Heelll Yeah! Oh, but Murdoc's not gonna like it much." 2D says as it occurs to him.

"Oh, I promise I'll find some way to pay ya'll back! And it'll only be till I can figure something out and get back on my feet."

"Fantastic! Let me help you with your stuff." 2D says climbing out of the car.

"Thank you so much!" Violet squeals and gives 2D a hug. He gives her lopsided grin.

"No problem." He says as he starts to help her with the boxes.