Sweet Pandemonium

I was thankful to be taken me away from Steve and the horrible mess he was currently making; if there was one thing I was not at all happy about, it was the fact that the voice of my savior was all to familiar. Once we had gotten to a deserted hallway I yanked myself out of the persons grip and spun around quickly.

"Thank you!" I said rather loud and angrily, brushing off my dress and making sure everything was still in place.
"No problem," Johnny replied, looking rather attractive in dark red, suede robe and silky black pajama pants. "You see enough of that when we're working, you shouldn't have to take care of him on your vacation."
"Thank you." I said softly, attempting to stop myself from melting into a big gooey puddle at his feet.

"You look..." Johnny paused, admiring the way that I looked in my gorgeous gown, he brushed away a fallen curl from my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. "You look so beautiful, Angel."
"Thank you." I blushed, my face burning hot.

Johnny left a hand at the base of my jaw; his touch sending shivers throughout my body. I had wished for his touch for so long, and him saying all this was like a dream come true. It was like some sort of fairy tale and I was the princess, that is until I snapped back to reality and realized that I didn't want him crooning over me just because I looked pretty. With reluctance, I told myself that Bam was right – Johnny would say anything to get down my pants. He had used me once, but I'd be damned before I let him do it again.

"Listen, Angel..." He began, searching for words while leaning in slowly. "I'm so...so..." His lips brushed against mine and I jerked away from him suddenly, pushing him off of me and against the wall - his eyes went wide with surprise.

"I'm not falling for that shit again!" I said sternly, picking my dress up by the middle of skirt and exposing my golden high heels; I stalked away from him angrily. When I got back into the living room I found Wee Man sitting with Steve-O on the couch.

Steve's bright red clown makeup had been smeared away from the area around his lips and he was sitting on the couch - Wee Man sat on the arm dressed as a tiny cowboy, patting Steve on the back and staying with him, making sure his best friend was going to be okay.

Steve looked worst than I had ever seen him. He was slouched over, drooling and holding his stomach. I could smell him and the potted plant from across the room and I knew then, it was time for me to get out of there. "Where's Jeff?!" I demanded of Ryan, the blond now on top of him in a chair and trying her damnedest to keep all his attention on her.

"Last I saw him he was in the back of the house, somewhere near the bedrooms."
I practically ran away from them, traveling as quickly as I could away from the mob of people and back to where the house was mostly deserted.
"Jeff?" I called, not wanting to intrude in his house by barging into rooms, but absolutely desperate to find him.

"Jeff!?" I called frantically, opening doors but not finding him. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run away and never see any of them ever again more than anything in the world. "Jeff?!" I opened one more door and slammed it shut when I didn't find him; so terribly close to collapsing to my knees and bawling, It scared even me.

When I turned around I was both a little bit scared and relieved. Standing down the hallway was someone dressed in a bright orange prison jumpsuit and a Jason Vorheese hockey mask.
"Jeff?" I said, squinting to get a better look at the person but could only make out a pair of familiar glistening blue eyes with the mask in the way.

"That's not creepy." I laughed, relieved now that I had found him, but Jeff didn't reply. "I'm glad that I found you." I smiled, taking a step closer to him and he did the same to me. "I missed you."
Yet again I couldn't get an answer out of him. It was as if he were taking the Jason shtick to another level.

Jeff stepped up close to me and I could hear him breathing heavily as he pushed me by the belly, and into the wall so hard that it almost knocked the wind out of me. "Jeff?!" I asked frantically as he grabbed onto my wrists and held me tightly; so tightly I couldn't move. "What's gotten into you!?" I asked, but he didn't reply.

The only response I had gotten was a knee pressed roughly into my crotch. He then let go of one of my hands and began grabbing violently at my dress, making his way through the layers and eventually grasping with claw like fingers at my hips and thighs.

"STOP IT!" I cried, using my free hand to slap and punch and do anything I could, but nothing worked. "PLEASE STOP IT!" I tried to knee him, I tried to do anything but he was too strong, he overpowered me.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" I prayed that someone could hear me over the loud music. I tried to pinch and punch him, anything I could think of that might force him to let go. Eventually he got tired of the distraction and grasped onto both of my tiny wrists with one big hand and long fingers while using the other to unzip his pants.

He pulled my panties down and they dropped to my feet. Jeff then pulled my leg up by the thigh and tried his hardest to get all of the ruffles up and over my pelvis. "HELP!" I cried once more, tears now streaming down my eyes and smearing my makeup.

Help came just in the nick of time. Johnny came bursting through the hallway door, running in our direction with a shocked look on his face. He yelled, "BAM, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" before pulling him off of me punching him in the face.

Bam went flying to the floor, the mask coming off of his face. He looked disoriented and completely out of it - like he were hopped up on something and had overdosed on it. Jeff came running through the door dressed as Dracula just as Johnny jumped on top of Bam and began to wail on him.

"Angel!" Jeff yelled, grabbing onto me and spinning me around so I was facing the hallway door and not the fight. I fell into his arms, tears pouring from my eyes, I sobbed into his shoulder and he held me tightly; one arm around my middle and the other on the back of my head - he cradled me like a baby.

One by one people ran into the room. The first one was Ryan, followed by Preston and a few other members of the crew. Ryan ran to the floor where the fight was still commencing - Bam barely able to hold his own in such a disheveled state. "Get the fuck off of him!" Ryan yelled, pulling Johnny up and off of his best friend. Johnny's eyes were full of rage and he attempted to elbow Ryan in the stomach as he held his arms back with all of his strength.

"He tried to rape Angel!" Johnny yelled, still fighting to get loose, spitting on the floor at Bam who still lied on his side, wiping the blood away from his nose and lips. "The fucker tried to rape her!"
Ryan stared at Bam with wide, unbelieving eyes and then let Johnny go, handing him off to Pontius.

Ryan helped Bam to his feet, and he replied "Thanks man.", before opening his arms to his comrade, knowing if anyone was going to be on his side, surely it was his best friend for the past ten years.

With a quick jolt, Ryan's fist flew out in a flash and collided with the side of Bam's face, sending his flying back to the floor. "Fuck you." Ryan said, spitting on Bam before turning back to Johnny and Pontuis. "Get him the fuck outta here," He told them, cracking his knuckles so loudly that it echoed through the hallway. "He's been drinking all night and I think he's done some coke with that shit-fuck girlfriend of his. I doubt he knows what he did or whats going on."

Johnny and Pontius picked Bam up off of the floor and ushered him out, taking him to someone sober who could drive him back to his house, and stay with him to make sure he was okay.
"Are you okay?" Ryan approached Jeff and I, pulling me in for a hug before I could say anything.

"She'll be fine," Jeff answered for me, which I was thankful for because honestly, I didn't know how to respond to Ryan's question. "I'm gonna take her into my bedroom and let her lie down," He began leading me towards a nearby room. "Just go with Bam and make sure he's okay. If he's as fucked up as you say he is then he shouldn't be alone tonight."

Ryan agreed and ran off in the direction of the living room. Jeff and I were alone now and I couldn't help but begin to sob again. Everything was supposed to go so perfectly tonight and instead everything went so horribly wrong.