Bloody Valentine

Chapter 8

It was late and Ben was sitting alone in the lounge...he’d been told/made by Hanne, Lisa and Zee to wait for Paul to arrive back. If flicked through a couple of girly magazines and sighed.

"Ben," whispered someone from the door.

"Lis?" replied Ben.

"Is he back yet?"

"Erm...do you see him?"

"No..." Ben pulled her and sat her down next to him.

"You could of got some better magazines you know,"

"Sorry...didn’t know you liked to read them," Lisa giggled.

"It’s late and I’m tired,"

"Awwww poor Benny!"

"I don’t think Paul will come back...."

"Hope he does....Hanne still loves him, you can tell,"

"And Paul loves her..." They remained silent for a moment.

"Want a drink of hot chocolate?" asked Lisa standing up.

"Yeah OK...is it less fat hot chocolate?" replied Ben. Lisa giggled.

"Cute!" she said and walked off. She walked back into the room 5 minutes later and handed Ben his drink.

"Maybe I should phone Paul," said Ben.

"Yeah...you can use our phone," replied Lisa reaching out for their cordless phone. Ben was about to dial the number, but then stopped.

"Maybe he’s just thinking somewhere and wants to be left alone," he said.

"Yeah guess so, I’m gonna go sleep then," replied Lisa.

"Night night,"

"Night,"

 

 

 

Paul sat inside his London flat. He had his borrowed gun and knife in his hands. Beside him on the sofa was a half full bottle of vodka. Paul looked angry and nervous. He stood up and grabbed his coat and went out into the darkness outside with the gun and knife in his bag. He arrived minutes later outside the hotel where Good Charlotte were staying. He walked down a alley at the side of the hotel.

"Surprise, surprise," he mumbled as he saw Benji smoking crack in a dark corner.

"Paul?" said Benji hiding the crack. Paul walked closer and unzipped his bag.

"You got me more pot or something?" asked Benji looking down and laughing. He looked up shocked to see Paul pointing a gun at him.

"Move and you die!" shouted Paul.

"Paul....mate...what you doing?" he looked very nervous and so did Paul.

"I love Hanne and I know fall well you don’t.....and I want her," replied Paul.

"I do love her....with all my heart...." Benji looked more scared now.

"Really?"

"Yeah and....I’d.....never....never...do anything to hurt her,"

"Your bad news for her,"

"No,"

"Yes you are...you smoke crack and deal with drugs and sh*t like that,"

"Says the guy pointing a gun at me..."

"You better watch what your saying....don’t get cheeky with me,"

"What will you do if I am cheeky?"

"You know what,"

"You wouldn’t shoot me,"

"I would!"

"You ain’t got the guts to shoot anyone,"

"I have,"

"Paul...you were in a boyband...a clean cut boyband, you wouldn’t dare murder anyone,"

"I would,"

"You couldn’t live with the guilt of it all,"

"I’d forget it...’cause-"

"’Cause what?"

"’Cause I’d be with Hanne and we’d both forget about you!"

"Fine...whatever you say,"

"I would!"

"Prove it,"

"How?"

"Are you thick or something?"

"No...and I said don’t cheek me!"

"Prove to me that you would kill someone and not regret it or feel guilty,"

"By killing who?"

"Me,"

"Now?"

"Yeah...well you were gonna anyway....might as well do it now,"

"Why should I?"

"’Cause you want Hanne quicker,"

"I like seeing you scared and worried...nearly makes up for my lost time with Hanne,"

"Paul...do you think if there was any chance of Hanne wanting you back...she’d still be with me right now?"

"She wants me back!"

"Does she?"

"Yes! She’s just scared of you,"

"Oh so your killing me ‘cause she told you to or something,"

"No...I’m gonna kill you so I get Hanne,"

"Shoot me now and then you’ll have her," Paul pointed the gun more, he was shaking like mad.

"What you waiting for Paulie? Come one shoot me.....see you wouldn’t dare!"

"I would!"

"Do it then!" Paul was still shaking, millions of things going through his mind.