***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
Mia Milosevic, 19, is feeling unfulfilled and unsatisfied, staring out of her bedroom window at the grey monotony, saying to her mom, Aniya Lightbody, "It's been days, and we've heard nothing. Overnight, the police were handed over everything they needed to convict him, but they still haven't found him. What a fucking coward. What a piece of shit to just run away from us, whatever he's done... I miss him..."
Aniya says in return to her daughter, "I miss him too. It's hard being in the dark like this. I don't know whether to expect to hear from him. I don't know, if we do, when we'll be allowed to see him. He's just gone. I would've assumed, because we're married, that he would trust me with whatever he's done, so we can get through it together, but what do I know? I was a shit wife to Tibor, but at least I know where he is, and what he did." She breaks into tears, crying into her hands, feeling shame wash over her as her feelings surface.
Mia continues staring out of the window, choking back tears, angry at how she feels, hearing her mom cry like this. She turns away from the window, joining her mom, putting her arms around her.
Aniya finishes her bout of crying, wiping her eyes before lowering her hands, saying, "I broke your dad's heart. I guess I know how he feels. At least I have you, Mia."
Chin wobbling like it's made of jelly, Mia expresses in reply, "I love you, Mom. I never want to be without you again."
Aniya assures her daughter, "I will always be with you, and I will always love you. They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming if I ever get in trouble."
Mia laughs a little, letting her mom know, "Same... It would be hot being on the run with you," smiling up at the loving eyes upon her, saying more seriously, but still playful, "Totally irresponsible though, for Kisha. I would hate myself if I did anything that would force me to leave her.
"Speaking of responsibility, I've had way too much time off work with all this that went on with him. It doesn't seem real thinking back on it. I hope Tiffany can forgive me. I should apologise to Cliff as well, for not being around as often as I should while we worked together."
Aniya remembers sweetly, "I loved Risq when I was little. It has been something I love more than anything that we share that. You don't know how happy I was hearing that you were working with Cliff to arrange a gig, and, I'm pissed at Owen for getting in the way of that."
Mia snarls, "Yeah, well, he should be the one apologising," supposing, "You still love him, though?"
Aniya answers, "I love both of them. It hurts so much that I haven't been able to see your dad to tell him how sorry I am, especially now that Owen seems to have fucked off for good. I must be so fucking stupid, but, I do wish Owen would come through the door and tell me what is happening. I would believe whatever he said, just wanting to move on and be happy.
"I know you love him too?"
Mia pouts, "Even though I am so angry with him, I do. I really accepted him when I had no reason to. Not because of what we did together, but because I thought he could be a better dad to me. I thought I could make him that. He never cared at all. So selfish. Just using me to make himself feel good. Why would I love him? I don't know... but, I do..."
Aniya says, "I know what you mean. We're not exactly great when it comes to love, are we? Even having this secret affair with each other, we can't be found out, or we lose everything. Still, I can't help but risk it. What about you?"
Mia smiles broadly, "Pretty much the same... Fuck... What is it about what you can't have that makes you want it?"
Aniya corrects the teen, "Shouldn't, not can't, but, yeah," kissing her daughter hotly on the lips; her affection returned.
Over the next few days, Mia apologises for her recent absences from work to her employer, Miss Tiffany Bright, 24, who understands the reason why, offering forgiveness as she resumes her tutelage of the teen. Upon them is a grand gig they've been setting up with rock star, Cliff Reverie. Flying out first class to the arena in the tropics, the girls join Cliff as his guests along with their families and friends, gathering in the interests of a common good, and the promise of good times.
The arena is nestled in the jungle, with tall trees bordering the expansive clearing filling up with the audience, with birds of paradise flocking and flitting around, and cheeky monkeys grooming and snacking as they sit on their perches. The surround is lush, vibrant, and clean, and smells suitably earthy and rich, even with the musty odours from all the bodies packing into the metal ring.
Booms and whines blast from the speaker wall behind the stage, as the musicians prepare for the evening ahead, checking everything is as it should be. On the stage, Mia sits in the wings on an unassumingly comfortable steel chair, as technicians busy themselves around her. The teen is given this special seat by Cliff Reverie, who stands on stage, front and centre behind his microphone, with his guitar strapped around his neck.
Assembled on stage is a special sight, with Cliff's band, Risq, in the centre, and flanking them, joining them on this special occasion, are: Encino Voss and his band, Uberkill, Nrage, and Once More Unto; all on stage together as one if they are one band. Never in her dreams would Mia think she would see this, especially like this. It's like something out of her wildest fantasies.
In unison, the rhythm guitarists fill the tropical air with power chords, blasting waves of sound around the world, streamed via satellite to all in a simulcast. Rousing energy pulses around the arena, and beyond it, birds scatter into flight to escape the boom, and the monkeys cackle and howl.
Cliff looks around, drinking in the screams of nature, welcoming it's call in response to their playing, as he steps up to his microphone to sing, "Heartaches, heartbreaks, cleave my heart in two. I know, by now, what I had to do. No second chances to go back, on all the empty words and the broken glass. What good would forgiveness bring if I cannot bring you back?"
Encino Voss takes his turn to sing, "Heartaches, heartbreaks, doing nothing like a fool. Just cry, don't try, for this there is no tool. Standing with our friends unto the end, watching it all turn brown. What to depend, thrown in at the deep-end, only way is down."
Nrage sensation, Vin De La Rousse, steps up to rap, "Everybody put your hands up in the air, make it look like you care. Are you scared? I'm not all there. You see what you wanna see, omit from your minds what is hard, staring at you on every street corner, through every window, from every tree and every woodland burrow, from the mountains to the beach, to the open ocean's reach; it's dark. Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark with the lights that glow, bringing the light of day to hours burning the midnight oil, as you toil, digging deep into the soil below. Never giving the light of day to what you banish for comfort, vanishing beneath a blanket, wrapped up in all your troubles, every week everything doubles and piles up, and every problem you brush aside gets everyone riled up, but you don't stop, barrelling down the rails at a million miles, feigning adoration behind the waxwork smiles, just wishing upon a star, it'll all disappear but it hasn't thus far."
Samson Gallow from Uberkill steps up next, singing, "Heartaches, heartbreaks, stomping my skull on the roadside. Save face, disgrace, battle-scarred all over the inside. Ready, set it, all seemed such fun, nothing prepared us to run this marathon. What did we promise each other that was worth all the pain to come?"
The one and only Victoria Simm of Once More Unto fame takes over with her vocals, "Don't act so surprised that your heart aches inside. Don't act so shocked that your heart breaks in twine. You dug your grave and made your own bed, now it's time to face the music and feel the dread. What you would give won't matter when I take you for everything."
The lead guitarists of the bands takes turns to let their fingers flurry wailing licks and catchy motifs, expressing their passion for making music as they take hold of the moment, accompanying each other, taking over when inspiration strikes, harmoniously competing to see who can rock harder in front of the world with orgasmic orations through dirty distortion.
Unified, the five vocalists all sing, "No takebacks. No backtracks. No looking back behind, on what we've done, been and gone, backs to the road ahead. The ground beneath our feet is long since gone, climbing this mountain up to the sun, but our fingers are numb and cold, not sure we've the strength to hold on.
"We didn't start alone, even though it seems, left in the dust chasing dreams. Reach out a hand, you may find, we're not too distant given all things. We're each a whole world up in the stars, making our marks in each other's skies, if only we open our eyes and our minds.
"Heartaches, heartbreaks, giving my heart ground in grains of sand, falling through an hourglass, marking the time we have to share our hopes and dreams, so fleeting, each a mosaic of broken things.
