I haven't updated in ages, but the creative bug has bitten me. I'm a little rusty, so I hope this turns out okay. Oh and in case anybody notices, I 'borrowed' the name Aslan from a book by Natalie Forrest. It just seemed appropriate. xoxo

Now When You Cry, I Don't Have To Be Around To Wipe Your Lies

Chapter 3

Brody Trent stood facing the suitcase, which lay on naff wicker chair. Riffling through it she yanked out a pair of leather pants and a cropped khaki shirt. Slipping into her biker boots she then turned. Reclining on he bed under the scraggy white sheets was a grungy looking youth, his face half obscured by a mass of shaggy, long blonde hair. The lovers' eyes met for a moment, then she scowled.

'We're outta food. I'm goin' to go get some.' Brody sat herself down next to him.

'Dude, you look wrecked. How much did you drink last night.'

'Can't remember. So can't have been too much.'

'You ass!' Brody giggled. 'Anyways, don't go anywhere.'

Somewhere under the hair, she could have sworn she heard a laugh.


The street was bustling. The town was big and Brody loved it. The change from the dive she was used to was awesome. People were everywhere and she couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Most of them were in suits, going about their mundane, trapped lives. Not her. She was free and she knew how freedom tasted. Like heroin it gripped her and refused to relinquish it's hold. She was in love and she was on the run with her band, the Dead Dollies. Adrenaline fuelled passion – now that was living.

The phone in Brody's pocket started to vibrate. She looked down at the caller ID. It was her big brother Kurtis. He had been her hero. But he had hidden deep, dark and terrifying secrets from her. He had turned her world upside down and left her feeling screwed over. 'What a bastard' she thought to herself. But for reasons unknown she picked it up.

'What do you want?' She demanded, sounding every inch the bitch.

'To know where you are, and that you're safe.' His tone was the exact opposite of hers. Where she had malice, he had love.

'Piss off! You lied to me. Didn't you get the message?' She noticed a strange noise on the line.

'And it terrified me.'

'Well it obviously didn't terrify you enough. I don't want to be found.' Suddenly, the noise she was hearing stirred something in her mind. 'You're tracing me!' Brody cut the call.


When Trent returned to her rented room, she found Aslan up and dressed and moving around gingerly. Dumping the shopping in the kitchen area, she wiped the tears from her eyes. When she turned around, Aslan had wrapped his hands around her waist and had begun kissing her neck.

'What's wrong babe?' His lips detached themselves for a minute.

'Kurtis. He rang and I answered. He started tracing me. I'm so fucking stupid.'

After a moment's thought, he said:

' Look sweetie, we play the gig at eight. By twelve, we're on the road with Torrie and Ben again. It would take him longer than that to get here. No harm done.'

Brody's eyes remained cold as ice.