Happy Birthday to you

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I wrote this short story for a contest called 'Happy Birthday' by future author. I hope you guys enjoy reading this one :)

WON 3rd PLACE IN THE BIRTHDAY CONTEST :D

Submitted: August 02, 2013

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Submitted: August 02, 2013

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~ Happy Birthday to you ~

 

Birthdays are always so great. You are bound to feel special on that particular day every year, just the way I did. Usually the gig didn’t start until late but today was an exception since it was my birthday and we had an early morning flight to Singapore so it was important to fit in the booze and a good four hour sleep somehow.

“Damon, it’s time.” Jay, our band drummer called out to me

I drank the remains of the cold sparking water as I grabbed my guitar on my way towards the stage. Andy, my manager patted my back, “let’s rock this one boys.”

The countdown to our entry began-

Five

 

 

Four

 

 

Three

 

 

Two

 

 

And two other band members appeared on stage with a dramatic smoke forcing the already screaming fans to scream even harder which was my cue to make an entry and my fans began screaming my name, almost damaging their vocal cords. I noticed some girls with a large cut out wishing me birthday, some had the ones with the usual exaggeration ‘Marry me Damon’ or ‘I want your babies Damon’ and so on but I had to admit I was the only band member apart from Jay who stole all the fans. No shit.

Seriously, I wasn’t sure what was so appealing about Jay, the guy was a stick but I guess the girls loved the idea of falling for a drummer with a smooth tongue and a dirty mind.

While I was busy playing the guitar, I noticed this pretty brunette in the VIP section eyeing me. I looked away as I gave my attention to the other screaming fans in the back when my eyes travelled back in the front; the girl still seemed to be staring at me. Sort of undressing me in a weird way. When I looked harder, I recognized her to be our usual die-hard stalker fan, the one who had attended almost every concert in the past one month. Okay I get it. She’s got the hots for us but I don’t see the point of buying a VIP ticket and listening to the same songs every damn week.

She smiled shyly and waved at me. I waved back at her.

“Damon!”

“Damon!”

My name was being repeated like a mantra; I removed my shirt and threw it at the screaming fans, which were like sharks in the wide ocean waiting to devour the food. I had mostly aimed it at the brunette but she had ignored it at once, letting the other manic fan have it.

The girl grabbed for my shirt and inhaled it as she went crazy, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Disgusting. It was soaked in my sweat. I wouldn’t dare do that if it were me.

After the concert, we went back-stage which was bustling with curious fans. The crew was busy with the usual. Jay and Spark (the lead singer) were being crowded by girl fans.

“Damon.” I turned to the voice. Two girls straight from the kingdom of whoredom stood next to me, giving me a good eye-fuck, “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks sweetness.” They handed me chocolates and one of them started handing me a bra.

“You know, I don’t wear those exactly.” I teased them.

They began giggling at my lame attempt of a joke, “Can you please sign it for me?”

“Sure thing.” signing the bra had become so over-rated; It just wasn’t my thing.

The blond one with fake boobs slipped a piece of paper in my hand with a ‘call me’ eye signal as she made her way out of the back stage.

What is wrong with these girls? She didn’t look more than fifteen. I tore the piece of paper without a glance. A few more fans turned up with CDs, some were just wanting to flirt and even though I was present with each and everyone here, my mind wandered to the brunette I’d seen earlier during the gig. Where the hell was she? Just as I was chatting with a few snobby fans, the brunette appeared to be standing alone near the entrance, looking lost.

“If you’d Excuse me, ladies.” I excused myself as I strode over to the brunette, who passed me a friendly smile when she saw me approach.

I offered her a hand shake, “Damon Walters.”

“Hey!” she nervously took my hand, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

“That’s quite an unusual name you have there.” She gave me full-blown grin.

I would be kidding if I said she wasn’t my type. I’m definitely no saint and like to have a little harmless fun when I can.  No fake boobs or a fake plastered smile.

A huge turn on.

“It’s Mary-Lynette Smith but everyone calls me Mary-Lyn.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mary-Lyn.” She just kept glancing back at her shoes every once in a while, which was cute, “So Mary-Lyn, I’ve seen you during most of our concerts recently, so I take it your the new member to our growing Flame Boys fan club?”

“More like Team Damon. I’ve always wanted to meet you.” Mary-Lyn cooed, “I can’t believe I..I’m standing right next to you.”

“Sweetheart, I would have loved to stay and talk but I need to get going right now. Would you like if I signed you a CD or....”

“I’d like to get something else signed...”she leaned in to whisper in my ear, “In private.”

Wow she was hitting it so bluntly, I couldn’t turn her down. I gave her my best ‘you’re on’ smile, rummaged in my pocket and handed her a pass, “Why don’t you join us tonight at the private party in the Blue Lagoon. I’ll be there.”

****

The birthday was a total hit, the members made sure it was fun. They ordered for a large guitar shaped cake with my name on it. I had turned twenty-five. Mary-Lyn kept close to me all the while looking out of place and not really enjoying the attention or the jealous vibes she got from the other girls.

“Come on, sweetheart.” I pulled Mary-Lyn along with me.

It was the end of the party, the band members and the crew were the only remaining party animals who weren’t done with the boozing yet. I started to leave as I had my fill of alcohol.

“Day, don’t be late tomorrow or I’ll be in your room to kick your ass and I don’t care if I walk in and find your ass naked.”

“Happy Birthday, mate.” Jo, the Pianist wished me, “Here you go.”

Jo threw a bunch of keys at me that I caught mid-air. A Bmw sign key-chain glimmered in my fingers, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope. That’s from us and manager Andy.”

“Thank you, guys.” God. I never expected them to gift me a car.

Mary-Lyn and I made our way towards my suite after we had checked out my new ride. She looked mesmerized by how large my suite was. In the mean-while I went into the bathroom for a warm bath and when I was done with my bath and entered the bedroom; she appeared to be seated on the bed. I walked towards her and pulled her close to me. In a matter of minutes, we were making out; I began pulling down the zipper of her dresser, “Slow down tiger.” Her voice was eerily sweet.

There was something so wrong with Mary-Lyn’s eyes, they looked....

Different.

I sat up straighter when she grinned at me, “What’s wrong with you?”

“You tell me, Day.” she traced my jaw line with her fingers and pressed my cheeks, her long nails digging my soft skin, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you remember me?”

Mary-Lyn’s features changed, her nose turned straighter, her eyes diluted to a shade of blue and her brown hair became jet black.

Realization hit me like a damn bullet.

“Anna.” I whispered.

She nodded.

“Please...Please. I never did anything to you.”

She caught a fistful of my hair and pulled at it, “You knew what they were doing to me, didn’t you?”

“No. I didn’t. I never knew you were being raped. I would’ve stopped them if I knew. I swear.”

“I cried for help, Damon, I begged them to leave me.” Her face became wounded, tears streaked her pretty face, “They raped me and left me to die in a plastic trash can.”

“I’m sorry. Please.” I pleaded at her, “Please. Just leave me. I’ll do anything you ask me to but don’t kill me.”

****

Damon knocked at the door; the band members seemed drunk and lost in a senseless fight.

“Hey Damon.”

“Try again.” Damon’s voice changed, his manlier voice fused with a sweet one.

“I thought you were sleeping man.” Jay had a perplexed expression, “What’s with your voice?”

Damon aimed the revolver at Jay’s forehead, “It’s me, Anna. Does that ring any bells?”

Terror filled Jays face as the name sunk in. The gun fired at point-blank range with a deafening roar, the bullet going right through Jay’s forehead-- the blood spattering all across the walls.

“Anna. We were drunk.” Jo tried; he knew he was next in line.

“Oh really? So you raped me and left me to rot?” Damon aimed it at Jo and he went down next.

Spark had already woken up with the sound of the gun shot, when he saw the gruesome scene in the living area, he began wailing and begging for forgiveness but Anna wasn’t taking any apologies and definitely in no mood to spare any mercy. Damon aimed it at Spark’s horrified face and shot him four times before collapsing on his knees. When all was done, Damon came back to his senses.

“Did I do this?” Damon asked the very cheerful Anna.

“Technically, I did it. I just kind of used your body. I hope you don’t mind.”

Damon glanced at his hands which were smeared in his friend’s blood. All because they were stupid enough to rape a woman and were never convicted for their crime.

“Thank you, Damon and Happy Birthday.”


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