Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

 

I stood staring at the package unsure what to do, in my heart I knew what was inside would be anything but nice, and I was fearing the worst. I decided to wait before opening it.

Back upstairs I joined Richie in the VIP area of the bar, he was with the rest of the guy's and Obie, and a few invited guests.

 

Walking over I tapped Richie on the shoulder,  "Yo bro, you cool now?"  I nodded, "Drink?" "Yeah whisky, thanks"

Richie walked over to the bar tender and ordered my drink, I followed him, he turned to look at me, "What's eating you bro, you look like shit, you coming down with something?" I shook my head, "no, but Clive came to my dresser and gave me this." Rich looked down at the package I was holding, "What is it?"

"I don't know, I am nervous about opening it."

"What Clive say?"

"Just that a fan gave it too him and that he was to tell me I'd like it."

"Spooky man, you think it's from her?"

"I guess, I don't know, am I over reacting?"

"maybe, tough call, you want me to do it?"

"Maybe, lets join the guy's first, we can talk about it later, handing the package to the bar tender I asked him to stow it behind the bar until we left, then we went back to join the guy's and Obie.

 

Talk flowed around how the gig was good and it was one of our favourite venues as with only twenty thousand it felt more personal than some of the bigger places we showcase for, I was not really into the conversation and just agreed in the right places, when it was time for us to leave and the guy's left for their hotels I can't deny I was relieved. Rich stuck by me and we collected the package before climbing into the car and being driven back to our hotel.

 

Rich took the package from me and felt around the bumps trying to decide what it was, I think he had guessed same as me but didn't voice it out loud. As we pulled up outside the hotel entrance we were greeted by the doorman, polite as always I made a quick exit and headed straight for the elevator and headed up to my room. Ping the door closed, and the elevator started to move, it managed to get to my floor without stopping which I was relieved about, I really was not in the mood for autograph hunters tonight, honestly apart from Richie I wanted to see no one.

Arriving at my door, I slid the card into the slot and open the door as the light turned green. Inside I laid the package on the coffee table, and headed straight to the mini bar, opening the bar I took out two bottles of whiskey and opened one and drank straight from the bottle, I had just opened the second bottle when there was a knock at the door. I asked who was there, "Who else man, its me Richie."
I opened the door and let him in, "Drink?"
"Yeah, same as you, so you opened it yet?"
"I shook my head and pointed to the package still laying on the coffee table. "Ya gonna though right?"
"again I nodded, I grabbed the last bottle of whisky and took it to Richie with a glass and ice, I handed it to him. we both moved around to the sofa and sat, total silence, and stared at the package. Rich spoke first, "So, you gonna do it or shall I?"
I looked at him, then downed the rest of my whisky before taking the package and starting to open it. We both looked at each other as the package wrapping tore. with it open enough I put my hand inside and pulled at the contents. the package contained just what I thought, a video cassette and letter. Richie took the cassette from my hands and over to the TV and VCR, he hit power and they both came to life, he slid in the tape and returned and sat next to me, making light he said, "Maybe its a blue movie for ya bud?" I managed a weak smile but in my heart I knew it was anything but.....
Rich hit play on the remote and we waited as the fuzz on screen cleared to show the women that had been in my dressing room only last night.

"Hi Jon, remember me?, course you do, I'm your sweet cakes right?, I've never been called sweet cakes before, but I certainly enjoyed it, and I've never been man handled quite like that before either, but you have a touch that's for sure, and well, I'd love for you to do that to me again, so here's my number honey, 517-2879-1800, can't wait for your call, bye for now kiss kiss..."
I sat looking at the screen, and the hissing fuzz that followed after the message, Richie hit stop, then we picked up the note and read, "Hey Jon, hope you like the video, I just wanted to thank you for a great night, definitely one I'll never forget, and if you wait for two minutes after my message there is something else on the tape just for you... see you soon honey bunny kiss kiss"
I looked at rich, and he pressed play on the VCR again, the fuzzy lines came into focus, and I was hoping that she was bluffing, but I was wrong, there was me standing naked when she had ripped the towel from my body, but what I actually said and what was edited to show what I was saying was something else, she had a video in her handbag and she had used it to her advantage. I sat stunned into silence.
"Jeez man, this is one sick bitch, you need to contact the cops bro, this is getting ugly..."
"how can I go to the cops Rich, she aint done anything, she has tampered with a video footage of me, and sent me two messages, what can I say?"
"I dunno bro but you need to stop this, and stop it now, what if Dotty hears about this, man it looks bad, you are naked on the video man."
"I know I'm fucking naked, she burst in on me while I was in the shower, as I walked past she ripped the towel from my waist..."
"well, that aint the way it looks Jon, fuck man she makes it look as though it was planned."
"Yeah, I can fucking see that, oh fuck what am I gonna do Richie, even your looking at me in disbelief, what fucking hope have I of proving I'm innocent?"
Richie looked at me, and tried to reassure me that he believed me, but his face said he didn't, what hope did I have?, none, and right now I had no idea what I could do, I was innocent, but well and truly fucked.