EroticReverie

Tobias Knight

Nobody ever said anything about it, because Hadley "Hades" Harper was rock royalty and daughter to lead singer of one of the most famous rock bands of the last 20 years, Hell Devil. Just like Hadley, I'd done a lot of growing up on the road with my dad Rick, who was the drummer for Hell Devil, so did the rest of the bands kids that were born into the fame of our parents. 

We could all be crazy, just like our dads. I'd had my first sip of alcohol at thirteen, was smoking pot not too soon after, and my fifteen I'd done my first bump of coke. I'd lost my virginity that same night to a groupie of my dad's band. A thirty year old woman, who decided if she couldn't get with the band, she'd get with one of their underage sons. 

Hell Devil was Trey Harper , lead singer and guitar player. Hadley was his daughter and his only child. Gunner Fox was their other guitar player, and father of Atlas Fox, who has been my best friend forever. Then there was Patrick Lesat who played bass, and his son and my other friend Sonny Lesat. Then my dad Rick Knight, the drummer, who was the only one with two kids, me and my younger brother Oliver.  Hadley is nineteen and the youngest of the "Devil's Kids" , because that's what we all called ourselves as teenagers.  

During the year, we'd go to school like normal kids, none of us in the same school, but all in California in or around Los Angeles. Then during the summers, we'd beg our mothers to let us go on tour with our dads. A rock tour was no place for kids, especially since admittedly all of our dad's weren't exactly the greatest guys. They drank, the smoked, did drugs, and fucked women who weren't their wives. There's nothing like walking onto a tour bus at 13 years old and finding your dad with two women bent over for him, waiting naked, while he fucked a third beside them. 

My parents got divorced shortly after, not because I'd said anything, but, my mother knew it all, and she couldn't do it anymore.  Lesat and Knight both had girlfriends, that they never married. Girlfriends who they knocked up, and accidently produced kids with.  We were all shitheads like our fathers growing up, as far as the partying and the women. We thought it was cool our dads didnt give a fuck if we drank at shows, or did lines of coke with them. 

The only "Devil's Kid" that had their head on straight, was fucking Hadley. Until a few years ago when her mother died when she was 15. Her mother was the one who kept her head on straight. Her mother was the one that was smart enough to keep Hadley at home with her as much as possible. But when she died, Hadley ended up with her dad of course, and was constantly on the road with him. 

By the time she was sixteen, Hadley had dropped out, and had become a fixture for pervert fans of Hell Devil.  She'd started dressing more and more like a cliche rock stars daughter. She got piercings, she got tattoos, got high, and got sexualized by the media. Pictures of her in skimpy clothes, caught smoking pot, or holding a bottle of alcohol. 

She was dubbed Hades by fans and the media. By seventeen she was america's most notorious wild child, and still was.  She was still plastered in tabloids, and the internet. Loved and Hated. I hated that her father didn't give a fuck. I mean even men that are pigs, at least usually protect their daughters. 

But Hadley barely talked to him, and probably because the fuck didn't even wait for his wife's body to be in the ground before he'd been caught walking in LA, holding hands with some blonde bimbo. I knew Hadley didn't respect her father, I didn't blame her. I also knew she was probably just trying to fit in, make the best of a life that she now had to live. 

Hadley was friends with all of us , and we all got along, and we were protective of her. But lately it was hard to reel her back in, bring her to earth. Tonight was one of those nights. 

Her dad is throwing one of his famous parties. Other  singers, actors, models, important Hollywood elite are here. Hadley is currently on the lap of her newest boyfriend Abel Stone. Did I mention able Stone was 50? Older than any of our fucking fathers. Didn't matter if he didn't look his age. The fucker was fifty, dating a nineteen year old, and her father didn't give a shit. 

She's in a fishnet top, with nothing but x shaped pasties on her nipples, and a short little black skirt with ripped fishnets and a pair of panties. with her signature big black combat boots on. 

Abel is smiling to himself as Hadley grinds in his lap "dancing" and runs her black painted nails down his chest. I watch him smirk at her and his hand gives her ass a swat and she leans in and kisses him. I could fucking throw up. 

Their kiss is obscene and people around them watch, one of them being my own father, who is sitting to the side and he watches Abel lift Hadley's skirt and show off her ass to anyone who's looking. 

My jaw tightens as I watch my father lean forward and turn his head for a better view. He raises his beer and cheers for them. What a fucking cock sucker. 

I don't say anything, don't do anything. Because the one time I did, Hadley didn't talk to me for four fucking months. I cared about her, all of the "Devil's Kids" did. We stuck together. We liked to party too , but we all knew Hadley was going on a spiral. This wasn't her, and none of us could talk to her without her getting defensive  or us causing her to go on an even larger bender. 

Her boyfriend Abel and her just started dating a few months ago, and when someone had tried to tell her that he was still fucking other girls, she ignored it. 

"Don't even bother getting pissed man" I hear Atlas tell me. I turn to look at him and shake my head and look back to Hadley who is full on dry humping Abel in the middle of the party, with his tongue down her throat. 

I watch some guy that must know Abel come over and say something and Abel looks to Hadley and strokes her hair, which looks like cotton candy currently, with shades of blue, purple and pink, and falls down to the middle of her back. 

Hadley must say something, because then I watch Abel lift his hands and put it to her throat and lean in and whisper something. I watch her nod. 

"Fuck this man, come on" Atlas says.

I shake my head and look away for a moment as Sonny Lesat and my brother Oliver show up at our side. 

"This shit sucks, let's bounce" Sonny says. 

"I agree." Atlas says and I give him a look. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes. 

"What?" my brother Oliver asks. 

"Hadley" Atlas says. 

The rest of the guys look around and I see my brother make a face of disgust. 

"Gross." he says and looks at me as I glare at him. 

"Listen...I know you got a hard on for her, but the Hades you liked, that we all liked, she ain't there anymore." my brother says. "You're not gonna save her bro" he says and my jaw ticks. 

"So what, we just let her fuck her life up?" I ask. 

He shrugs and as I look to the others, they all look away and look around avoiding my stare. 

"I'll remember that the next time any of you are spiraling. I'll just let it fuckin happen." I say angrily and they all look back. 

"She doesnt WANT to be helped" Oliver my brother says. 

"Nobody does when they think they're having fun." I say. "She's fucking....she's Hadley guys, come the fuck on." I say and they all shrug. 

I shake my head and push away from them and walk through the crowd with my beer and into the house as they call after me. 

I go to one of the several bathrooms in the house and lock the door and just sit in silence, or as much silence I can get with the background noise of the music and people yelling and moving about even in the house. 

After a bit I leave the rest room and make my way to the part of the house closed off to guests, and go up the stairs to find a better place to sulk and think. 

When I'm walking to the left , I hear a slap and a yelp from the opposite direction. 

I hear a female voice that sounds like it's pleading. I turn and walk toward the voice, because I know it's hers. I break into a run and find her bedroom door open just a crack and I push it in feel every single bit of rage I have burn in my veins.