A week has passed since I talked to Ben, and I haven't heard from him since. I kept thinking about what he told me and I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

So I decided I would have to see for myself. I call Ben. It's Sunday morning and I bet he is hungover because it takes ages for him to answer his phone. "Easy? Shit. Why are you fucking calling me at this time? What do you want?"

What a sweetheart! Always on his best behaviour! "Hi Ben, I am very well, thank you. I need you to give me Danny's address."

"Why?"

"None of your fucking business" it seems that's the only language he understands because he just gives me the number and street without further questions. I hang up without a goodbye. Bet he doesn't even notice.

I look up the way to his house and get into the car. I don't know what to expect when I'm there or what I want to do but I am determined to find out.

About an hour later I pull into his driveway and get out. I ring the doorbell but nothing stirs inside the house. I ring again and again but nobody answers.

"Danny" I slam my fist at the wooden surface. "Open the fucking door. I know you're there." His car is in the driveway, so I walk around to see if I'm able to get in through the backyard.

I haul myself over the back fence and fall to the ground on the other side, to see a figure lying in a deck chair by the pool.

I walk over to him and realise that he is passed out holding an empty vodka bottle in his hands. His hair and beard is long and messy his skin has an unhealthy pale colour and below his closed eyes there are dark rings. He looks so bad that I bend down checking his pulse in case he has been lying dead here for a couple of days.
Strangely enough I can feel his heart beat strong and steady in his chest.

My first impulse is to try and wake him up but I decide that with him being out of the way it gives me a chance to look at his house and figure out what is going on.

The house could be beautiful but it is a complete and utter mess. I don't know when it has been cleaned the last time and Danny must have been long run out of clean clothes by the amount of dirty laundry that is scattered everywhere.
The shocking thing is the number of empty liquor bottles I find. If he drank them all alone it really is a wonder he didn't kill himself yet.
I look through his bathroom and find lots of pills and half empty bags full of drugs. In an impulse I get a box and trash everything in there. I find more drugs in his bedroom and put them in there as well. Then I raid the cupboards in his kitchen and find more liquor.

I decide that I have seen enough and return to the pool. I try to wake Danny up by shaking his shoulders but he doesn't move. I shake his head and shout "Danny wake up!" Nothing.
I slap his face and this seems to have an effect on him, he murmurs and shakes his head, I slap him again. "Danny, fuck, wake up, dude."
He opens his eyes and looks at me but does not seem to recognise me. He blankly stares straight ahead.
Suddenly he swings his fist at me and says "Go away, you demon". Shit what is wrong with him?

I duck his blow and slap him again. "What the fuck, Danny. Stop this shit. It's me, Easy. Do you recognise me?"

Something in his eyes changes and he turns his head slightly to look at me directly. After a minute of silence he whispers "Easy? Is that you?"
"Yeah mate, it's me" I take a deep breath and relax a little. At least he is awake and clear enough to realise what's going on.

He tries to sit up and starts to yell. "What are you doing here? Go away, I told you I don't want you near me any more. Fuck off."He falls back into his chair.

I know Danny too well, to let myself be impressed by his behaviour.

"Danny, I am here to find out what's going on with you, why do you fuck up everything? The band wants to kick you out. You fucking drink yourself senseless. Why? Just tell me why?"I grab his shirt and slightly shake him to get his attention.

He comes close to my face and looks into my eyes with a wild expression.

"Why? Cause every fucking night I see your eyes in my dreams. I see you falling and I run to catch you, but every time I am stuck to the ground unable to move, every fucking dream I scream out my lungs for it to not happen but it does over and over again.

And when I am awake it is even worse, every girl I fuck reminds me of you and I remember the moment when I slammed you into the wall, and I start to cry and the fucking whores just laugh at me and leave.

Easy!" he clings onto my shirt like a drowning man "Easy, I am loosing my mind, I am going fucking insane. I want to rip you to pieces and consume your flesh just to have you with me and not loose you again. I want to drink your blood so we have a bond you could not break. Help me. Help me. Please." He starts sobbing uncontrollably.

Wow! This is heavy shit. I don't know how to handle this so I just take him in my arms and stroke his hair while he cries in my shirt. "Shhh, Danny, I am here now and I will not go away, it's okay. I am with you."

When he has calmed down I get up and pull him to his feet, then I help him walk to the bathroom and start filling up the bathtub.
I sit him on the side of the tub and trim his beard because he won't let me shave him I cut his hair so that he looks a bit more presentable. He stays calm like a lamb and does not protest or curse at me. That feels weird but I am glad I don't have to fight him.

Then I help him undress, it's not that I haven't seen him naked before. The guys always undressed while on the tour bus, never caring if I was around or not. He sighs when he sits down in the tub.

"Are you okay if I leave you alone in here? You're not gonna collapse and drown on me? Just give me a shout when you need me."

He just nods.

I leave the bathroom and try to clean his bedroom a bit, I change the sheets and collect the trash and the empty bottles. I pick up his clothes and throw them in the washing machine. Then I go back to see if he is still alive. Well he is but he fell asleep again.
This time he wakes up quicker although he looks confused when he sees me. "Who are you?" He asks.

Fuck, I just hope he hasn't killed all his brain cells with his constant drug abuse.

"Danny, it's me, Easy, don't you remember?"

He smiles "No, you can't be, I killed Easy last night" he nods to himself.

Oh my god, this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.

I put him to bed sitting by his side until he falls asleep, then I start cleaning his house. I empty every bottle I can find into the sink and flush every drug down the toilet. Then I get into my car and drive to the grocery store down the road to get food for a week. When I come back I park right behind Danny's car so he has no chance to get out.

I lock the front door and take the key once I get into the house. I stow away the shopping in the kitchen and start to cook dinner for us.

He comes into the kitchen when I am nearly done.
"I need a drink" he says looking through the cupboards.

"No" I turn around to him. "Sit down, I have to talk to you." You have to be very clear when you talk to Danny or else he will not take you seriously. It seems I have hit the right tone because he sits down at the breakfast bar and looks at me.

"I have emptied every bottle in this house, if you go and get yourself more alcohol I will be gone when you return. You have this one chance, stop feeling sorry for yourself and pull yourself together, mate. I don't want you to end up like too many other rock stars that die alone in their home from an overdose or choked on their own vomit."

He looks at me with a smirk on his face. "And why would I care?"

I know I am not playing fair here, but there is too much at stake. So I take a deep breath. " I know you want to fuck me. If you make it through this week we are gonna have sex."

He snorts "Do you really believe you are that special?"

I come close to him our faces inches apart, I look into his eyes and feel the tension grow. I decide to be honest. "No, Danny I am not special at all but it is all that I can bargain with."

He answers with a look on his face that is truly frightening."You better make this worth my time"

Notes

Oooh, no comments. You guys don't like the sequel?