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Another Version of Love	By : PureBlack Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nine Inch Nails Views: 2007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ANOTHER VERSION OF LOVE

CHAPTER THREE

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“Alright, what did you do?” he asked apprehensively. “How did you ‘take care of it’ ?” he asked.
Trent actually smiled at the question he asked.

“Well…” Trent said and dragged it out, making Jeordie go crazy at the obvious suspense tactic. He was just about to snap at him to spit it out when the man continued. “Since everyone of our crew was there we out powered them.”

“Yeah, we stole their cameras, took their film and deleted the digital ones,” Aaron added with a grin.

“Needless to say they weren’t happy,” Trent finished dryly.

“Yeah, I guess their scoop got lost. There will be no drunken pictures of you in the tabloids. Hey, can I put some up on Buddyhead?” Aaron asked lazily. Jeordies eyes widened.

“Hell no!” he shouted. “I want all of them destroyed!” he said livid at the mere suggestion. There was enough pictures of his drunken escapades at it were on the net.

Trent gave Aaron a peculiar look, and anyone who was given that knew they had to make amends for something they said immediately or face one Trent‘s infamous hissy-fits. “Relax, I’m just pulling your chain. Trent had them all destroyed for you. He didn’t even keep one as a souvenir,” Aaron said and when Trent kicked at his leg which he only narrowly managed to move just in time, he hurriedly continued. “There is no way of recovering them, and all the digital photos were deleted just like I said,” Aaron said soothingly but he still managed to look slightly wistful at the prospect of getting one up on Buddyhead. Trent rolled his eyes but gave up on him. There was no way of improving Mr Chaos.

“Fine,” Jeordie said. “Now would you get out so I can take a shower and try to wake up a little?” he asked. They both hesitated and clearly they didn’t want to leave.

“Well, I think that perhaps at least one of us should stay,” Trent said and glanced at Aaron.

“I can do it. Why don’t you go and contact room service so they can change the sheets and open the window?” Aaron suggested. It was a surprise in it self that he volunteered for it, he usually went his own way.

“Or maybe you go do it, and I stay….” Trent said, still not convinced he could leave without any harm being done in his absence.

“No, I think it’s better if you go. I don’t think the people in the reception likes me very much since I threw up in their lobby last night,” Aaron murmured and Trent rolled his eyes. Jeordie felt lost as he watched them talk among themselves. Apparently he had missed out an a great deal of action during his own drunken hours.

“How did YOU get home last night?” Jeordie asked Aaron.

“Ally helped me.” Trent nodded in confirmation. Trust Alessandro to play the nice guy, Jeordie thought fondly. He truly liked the Italian.

“Why can’t we just open the window ourselves?” he asked them while glancing at the window.

“They’ve put locks on them,” Trent simply said.

“That’s just stupid!” he said and got out of bed.

“Yeah, I hear you,” Aaron said.

Jeordie stood on shaky legs next to his bed and faced his friends. “Look, I am going to take a shower. You two can do whatever you like, but do it OUTSIDE my room,” he told them sternly. No matter how grateful he was he wanted some alone time. Aaron seemed to understand since he too stood up and gripped Trent’s arm.

“Come on, we can both go down and convince them this room needs a good cleaning,” Aaron told Trent who reluctantly followed him out the door. Once they were both gone and he knew they wouldn’t come back Jeordie ventured into the bathroom to pee and take that long awaited shower.

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He resisted the urge to look at himself in the mirror; he decided that he didn’t want to know just yet. Therefore he let his dirty clothes drop down on the floor right where he was standing before he got inside the shower area. The cold white tile floor chilled him and he shivered. He turned the water on and set it on a pretty warm temperature. He stepped underneath the water and sighed contently. Perhaps it was purely psychological but he could feel himself getting lighter. All the dirt and the reminder of last night’s adventure of sex and scandals was washed away; not only from his body but also from his mind. His eyes flew open as something disturbed his current feeling of content. He side- stepped out of the shower without turning off the water. Something was burning and stinging at the back of his shoulders, and the water hurt when it fell down on his back. He needed to find out what it was. He went over to the bathroom mirror and turned his back to the mirror while looking over his shoulder.

”FUCK!” he gasped as he saw the red angry claw marks made by nails on his back. He watched in a stunned daze. No fucking way! He thought. He didn’t remember getting them but he supposed it must have been done by the other man while they fucked. There was no other logical explanation for it. He shook his head and ventured into the shower again. Those marks will probably last for over a week, he thought unhappily.

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He felt like a whole new person after he had scrubbed his body clean and washed his hair several times. He made a turban out of his towel to balance on his head and he tied a white towel around his hips. After a quick look around he realised that his clothes was still in his bag out in the room so he went there.

He bended over to pick up a black sweater and a pair of jeans from his bag, as well as some socks and underwear. He didn’t care much about his style at the moment. He was completely lost in his own thoughts and therefore he missed the sound of his door opening, but he didn’t miss the startled exclaimer that came next.

”JESUS FUCK!” Jeordie jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around in a hurry. He almost lost his balance in the process but managed to stay upright in the last second.

”Trent!” he said, completely floored. His eyes were wide as they stared at each other and one sock was dangling absurdly from his hand. Trent went over to him in a few quick strides and turned him around by his shoulders.

”Who did this?” Trent demanded. He actually sounded very angry.

”I don’t know,” he said and tried to turn around but a strong grip around his middle prevented him from doings so. Now days it wasn’t so simple to go up against Trent. He had grown very strong for such a short man. The grip Trent had on him actually hurt a lot and he presumed that it would leave yet another bruise. The door to his room opened again and he couldn’t believe his rotten luck. He really must have done something really bad recently, or why else would Karma come and bite his ass right now?

”Dude!” Defiantly Aaron then, he thought. This time he wrenched himself free from Trent by willpower alone. He took a few quick steps back and then he pulled the sweater on and yanked it down so hard that he almost lost his ears in the process. After that he crossed his arms and glared at them both defiantly, daring them to comment. Of course, Trent simply couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut.

”Tell us what happened right Now Jeordie. I wasn’t going to bring this up but as certain new facts have now come to light I feel that I have to,” Trent began and Jeordie opened his mouth to tell him off but Trent was faster. ”Last night you wore a black and green striped sweater but as you got back here today you wore a dark grey SHIRT, a MAN’S shirt. Who did you sleep with last night? Were you threatened, forced… raped?” Trent asked as he stared straight into his eyes. Jeordie blinked owlishly. The only thing he seemed to be raped off was his fucking mind. Not my shirt? He thought. He hand’t even realised, he had been so sure it was his! He had one just like it… somewhere. Well… fuck, he thought. How do I explain this? Wait, they truly think I got raped? What the hell?

”NO!” he burst out, startling them since they couldn’t possible have heard his earlier thoughts. ”I didn’t get raped, nor did I sleep with a man. I slept with a woman who had a male flat mate and I picked up the wrong shirt when I left. There is nothing more to it!” he almost yelled. Never mind that the ’flatmates’ shirt just happened to be ripped to pieces, his mind whispered to him but he dismissed the thought just as quickly as it came. However, Aaron and Trent looked at him with disbelief written all over them and it irritated him to no end.

”It is true!” he told them stubbornly. He would not back down on this, never mind that it was a lie. They didn’t need to know the truth about this.

”Right,! Aaron finally said after a long uncomfortable silence. ”If that will make you sleep better at night, fine, keep telling yourself that,” he finished and Jeordie wanted to kill him, squeeze the life out of him!

”I am telling you the truth and you’re not being funny,” he growled.

Aaron raised his eyebrows. ”I’m not trying to be funny,” he retorted, and true enough; he looked serious. Jeordie glanced at Trent but he had put on his stone face. It must mean he’s thinking and he doesn’t quite know what to make of this, he realised.

”Will you quit giving me a hard time about this?” he snapped at Aaron when he was being stared at. ”I am sorry to disappoint you but there is no juicy details about this ordeal! Nothing unusual happened.” Aaron still didn’t look convinced and Jeordie threw up his hands.

”Whatever!” he said and sat don on the bed and began to put his socks on. If they didn’t believe him, fine. He would fucking show them he was fine and that everything was normal. ”Where are the others?” he asked Trent who still hadn’t spoken.

”They’re spread all over the place, minding their own business,” he finally answered. Jeordie nodded. At least something was normal around here.

”Was there something the two of you wanted or did you barge in here just for fun?” he asked them. Aaron and Trent shared a look. What’s up with all the glances? Jeordie silently wondered. Trent and Aaron didn’t seem chummy enough to have created a silent language between them. What else had he been missing lately? Did Trent and Marilyn Manson date? He snorted at the mental picture that gave him and he immediately became the receiver of funny looks.

He shrugged. ”Nothing, just thinking,” he said in a way of explaining and it was Trent's turn to snort and roll his eyes. He’s good at doing that, he mused. That, and the whole ’brushing the hair out of my face thing’… well, back when he had long hair, but he still does the movement across his short hair for no apparent reason. Hmm, I guess old habits die hard.

”What is it? Quit looking at each other and just fucking tell me!” he demanded. He hated not knowing things, he was a very curious person, damnit!

”Well…” Aaron said and Jeordie gave him a pointed look. There had been a lot of sentences beginning that way today, and he didn’t like it because he never liked what came next after that. So far it had proven to be an effective way of saying, ’prepare yourself, I’m about to piss you off and drive you crazy’. ”It’s just that, uh, we think that maybe you shouldn’t play tonight.”

”Who is ’we’?” he asked suspiciously with narrowed eyes. What the hell did they mean he shouldn’t play? He was beginning to worry that perhaps he would get fired. He knew it wouldn’t be personal, because Trent liked him, but Trent simply couldn’t keep a band member that couldn’t be counted on. Just look at Jerome Dillon.

”What he is trying to say is that you should go to the hospital and have a look-over. Just in case,” Trent said, taking over when Aaron seemed at a loss of what to say. ”You don’t have to tell us anything about it,” Trent hastily said when Jeordie took a threatening step towards him.

”Get off whatever shit it is you’re on!” he hissed to them. ”I am perfectly fine, we have a show tonight and I’ll fucking be there! End of discussion!” he said, feeling heavily irritated.
He just wanted to forget all of this and move on but they didn’t seem to let him! It was just a one time mistake, nothing else. I should have fucking stayed in my room, he decided then neither Aaron or Trent would meet his eyes.
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