𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄, clapton davis

chap 5. cherry bomb

I sit at the music store down the street from my house, it's empty and I'm working there, I walk over to the new drum set we got in last Friday.

the song cherry bomb by the runaways playing in my headphones.

The songs at full blast playing in my ear and I grab the drumsticks and tap my foot, I play the drums with the song.

I mutter the song as I play the drum a with it, "c-c-c-cherry bomb." I yell and sing as I smile and laugh.

I hear the bell ring, which means the front door opened.

I take my headphones off, and get up from the drums.

"Hello?" I say and there's no response.

I roll my eyes and clench the drumsticks in my hand.

"Who is there?" I scream, my voice slightly shaking.

Suddenly someone puts their hands on my back and I jump scared.

I turn around quickly and before looking I kick them in the stomach.

"Owww." I hear a familiar voice say, I look down and it's Clapton.

"Fuck I'm so sorry." I say and I reach my hand out and he grabs it.

"I didn't know Ms. Maddy was feisty." He says jokingly.

I roll my eyes, "haha very funny." I say and he shrugs.

"You'rere good at playing the drums." Clapton adds and I feel my cheeks turn pink.

"Thanks." I say and he follows me over to the drumbs.

"You know there's a killer out right now?" I say and Clapton laughs.

"No there's not." He says and he shrugs.

He picks up an electric guitar and starts playing it.

I hear the bell open again, "what's with people and going to this music store after dark." I say and I walk over to the door.

"Hello?" I say and I hear what sounds like metal scraping against the tile floor.

Clapton walks up to me, "what's that noise?" He asks and I shrug.

"Why you scared." I ask and he rolls his eyes and pushes my arm jokingly.

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett starts playing on the radio and I walk over to turn it off.

Clapton follows me, "that's a good song you know." He says and I smile.

"I know, I know how to play it on the drums, I'll show you." I say and I turn around and I see a person standing in the middle of the store.

They look like a copycat of the killer in the movie CinderHella.

The same person who attacked me in the gym.