Okay...I have another warning on this chapter... well more like a bigger warning then the last chapter that I warned on. This one is about Holt and how he deals with his life. Now unlike Jackson, Holt is not a cutter he does a little worst... there is drugs and alcohol in this chapter as well as violence and a few other things that most people normally don't like. I am sorry once again if it is not you thing...but it just kind of happened. Like always though, I am always happy for your reads and reviews!
Holt was walking through New Salem not really knowing where he was going. All he knew was the cool rain helped sooth his pain. The music was back ground noise…somehow he was still able to hear everything; it was like the music wasn't even there unless he turned his attention to it. Strange…He guess it was because of the trigger switch…it made him only be out with music so it gave him the ability to tone it out when needed, well that was so fucking nice of it. Reaching one of the clubs he found not too long ago he deiced to sink his pain away like he normally did. Walking up to the back door where the and bands used to get in, he smoothed out his jacket and walked over to the bouncer who smile brightly at the monster in front of him.
"Holt Hyde my main monster!" He walked over giving Holt in their normal hand shake. Holt winced a little when their hands met, but got over it quickly. "My monster…what happened to you? Did the ass from across the street get to you again?" The super large Minotaur said motioning to his hands and face.
"Ha, that overly confident bastard hasn't tried to mess with me since I burned him," Holt laughed as he remembered stealing weed off a person who kept trying to call him out whenever he worked the D.J. booth at this monster/normie club. He didn't want to tell this monster the truth.
The Minotaur laughed as he unlocked the door the let him through, "Just remember when you take the booth you are twenty one. Also…it's been hell trying to find someone as good as you." He winked at the young monster, "make sure you talk to Addey…and Mik…they will hook you up on all your favs."
Holt nodded wanting nothing more to get that numb feeling again. It has been to long since he rode that ship of nothingness. Walking through the overly dark back room he found the door he was looking for. It was a private room for the bands and parties by the owner. You had to be someone to just be able to walk in there. As for getting free drugs…all you had to do was be the best damn D.J. they ever saw. Even if you were under aged, as a monster no one cared…cops were never called on monster/normie clubs. They were either too drunk to care or too high to notice.
Addey looked up from her position to see the always lovely face of Holt Hyde, jumping up she slithered over to him kissing his un-bruised cheek. "Hello handsome." She whispered in his ear as he grabbed her by the hair pulling her away from him, "not in the mood Addey…give me the normal and I am all yours."
She hissed making Holt shiver when the tongue barely touched his ear. "You know the rules Holt."
He groaned as he pushed her away, "No Addey you are bein' a bitch and it is pissin' me off," He sat down at her booth she just left and drank the rest of her drink. "No give me it now and we will see if I will pay you kindly."
She hissed again glaring that the young monster in front of him…oh how she wanted him. The bruises made it even worst. Why did he have to be so mean to her? All she wanted to have him under her.
"Mik!" She yelled for her twin brother who slithered over. "Holt is here," motioning to him where he was getting a row of shots and drinking them down.
He laughed, "That kid has issues." He shook his head, "don't you try anything, yet. Set him at the booth and then give him the drugs," He handed her the needle and liquid that he knew Holt would do anything for. "Two hours for what I handed you. Thirty minutes for every drink he has including shots." Holt was already swaying when he called out for Addey.
"He won't like those rules, but if he doesn't want to do it." She giggled, "I can always give him another way to pay."
Mik chuckled at his sister, "remember he is only sixteen."
"He doesn't act it…and I doubt he will remember it any way especially the way he is drinking now."
Mik cracked his knuckles before turning away from the poor sight in front of him, "just don't let anyone see you sister."
She nodded as she slithered back over to Holt as she told him the rules for the night. Holt happily agreed to the drinks…the other he needed…now! "Two hours!" He shouted knocking over the table, "no I will have it now. Then I will work the booth."
Addey just giggled as she pulled him down back next to her. She took off his jacket, "calm down Holt…you can have it now you just have to work all night to pay off everything." He sunk down in the seat as she ready his arm for the needle. He closed his eyes not really caring what happened as long as he was free from the emotions he was feeling.
"I…want…to be…free." He whispered to her as she giggled.
"I know, hunny, I know." She kissed his forehead before leading him to the booth. "But sadly to be free you have to work."
Holt rubbed his eyes trying to clear the fog just enough to do what he did best. The only thing in his unreal life he did best. Working the D.J. booth, soon Addey appeared back behind him running her hands down his arms. "You worked it off good job…"she moaned lustfully in his ear as she led him back down to the booth he left six hours ago only to see no one in there. He could feel the fog lift as emotions slowly leaked into his drugged mind. "I need more!" He yelled grabbing her shoulders as she moved closer to him. "The night is over Holt," she whispered making Holt back away as she advanced on him, "but there is other ways for you to get what you want."
Holt pushed her away and turned his back to her, "like I would whore myself to a bitch like you."
"Like you haven't before?" She giggled as Holt smacked her.
"I am not your damn play toy!"
She got up and threw Holt down on the seat holding him down she got on top of him, "Mister Holt Hyde…poor little Holt Hyde who can't even stand straight thinks he can smack me around?"
Holt yelled out trying to get her off him as she kissed him. Why did he always get himself in these kinds of situations? He was able heat up his hands enough to make her yelp and jump off him. "You are seriously pissin' me off women!" He hands caught on fire making her take a step back, but those wild eyes just looked him up and down, "Oh a little fire in my prey…I am surprised you are even able to do that…I mean you are nothing special."
Holt tackled her making her scream when he started punching her over again, soon the minotaur who he met at the door pulled him off the bleeding women, "FUCK YOU…" he screamed as his hair lit on fire and his hands making the minotaur drop him roughly on the ground. "You can't take an advantage of me and not get burned!" He walked over to her and grabbed what he truly wanted before Mik showed up running to his sister, "What the hell Holt?"
"She wanted more then I wanted to give her," he growled out leaving the lame ass building. It wasn't long before Mik will have a team looking for Holt and what he stole. So he ran down a couple of blocks as the morning sun started to show signs of life. He would have been scared of blacking out, but now he knew as long as he had music he was fine. Looking at his phone there was ten missed calls from his mother, three from Deuce and Heath. Even Frankie called him, but he wasn't worried about that, battery was half full. Not bad he thought when he found an old abandoned bridge as he walked underneath it. He leaned miserably against the bridge trying his best not to get sick off the alcohol he consumed that night. Letting the soothing wind blow over him as the fresh smell of wet grass fill his lungs. Why couldn't he be real? Why did he have to be born? He tried and tried to make his life worth…something and now there was no hope for him. He took off his jacket trying to resume the ritual that Addey did back at the club. Soon he was back in his own little fog. Nothing seemed to hurt him, lost in his own thoughts he didn't even see the car pull up beside him. He giggled as he saw an orange skinned man that looked just like his father come over to him. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could tell he was worried about him. "Dad?" Was all he was able to get out before the man picked him up and placed him in the car. That's when the beautiful sunlight that warmed Holt slowly went out.