The band finally made it onstage again and so far there was no news of anyone dying. The whole time I couldn't help but worry about Justice. Michael? Doesn't like AC/DC? A motel? Where have I heard this before?

An overwhelming feeling to go back to the hotel came to me. I found Mick and told him to tell the guys where I'd be. As soon as I reached my room the phone rang. And my suspicions were correct.

"Hello?" Shuffling was heard on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Yeah?"

"Hannah, is this you?"

"Yes..." She was awfully quiet on the other end.

"It's Justice."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy?"

"No."

"I need help. So, I'm calling from Michael's room while he's in the bathroom and don't have much time. Hannah this man's a creep. I don't like him anymore." Her voice cracked.

"What'd he do?"

"He's just trying to do stuff with me, he touches me or makes me uncomfortable and I'm honestly scared."

"Where are you?"

"In the bedroom."

"No, your motel."

"Right across the street from the fast food place on 3rd St."

"Alright, I'm coming. Hang in there." I hung up and headed out. I knew for sure this guy was Mike, and I was just as scared as she was.

Malcolm, Phil, Brian, and Cliff all headed back to the hotel after the show. They were worn out and cold. Due to Angus' after concert high he went out to get food for everyone. Mick had told them all where Hannah had gone, but she wasn't at the hotel when they got there. They weren't too concerned, but that was before the phone call.

I reached the motel and realized I didn't ask which room. But then how did Angus and Malcolm find me? Luckily there were only two rooms in the whole damn place and door number one was vacant. So I opened door number two which unsurprisingly wasn't locked being such a dump. Justice was on the bed scared to death but relaxed when she saw me.

"Thank you so much!"

"Shh, no problem, come on." The bathroom door opened and there stood Mike in all his nonexistent glory. Stark naked. Oh geez. His eye was still a bluish purple.

"Nice of you to stop by," he told me leaning on the door frame. "I'm guessing this calls for a threesome?"

"Piss off!" I yelled.

"Why are you here anyway, Hannah? Your friends seemed so adamant about fucking you by themselves and yet here you are."

"That's not what happened!"

"What then? Angus find a new whore? Or did he just go back to his bitchy wife?"

"Don't talk about her like that!" I grabbed Justice's hand to leave the place but Mike grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall.

"Where you goin' sweetheart? On our first date too." I took Mike's shoulders and threw him off so he was facing me. I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could, which must have hurt bad-being what he was at the minute. Justice covered her mouth in shock but ran to get behind me. In my blind anger I grabbed the corded telephone off the nightstand and started wailing on him. Justice screamed and I would have too if I had known what I was doing. His face was bloody and I saw the phone was dented.

When he lay unmoving, I snapped out of it. I looked at him then saw the phone I was holding. The white plastic was stained red, and so was the carpet beneath us. The phone dropped to the floor with a crack. Justice knelt beside me to stop my shaking which wasn't working. "I'm gonna call help okay?" I didn't answer. I may have just killed this guy.

"Okay seriously, where is she?" Malcolm asked looking through the room. Angus had given them the key so they could see her. But she hadn't shown up in a while. "She could have gotten herself lost or somethin'."

"Maybe just went for a walk," Cliff suggested. Malcolm nodded in consideration when the phone rang. He picked it up.

"Yeah."

"Uh, hi. Is this Hannah's hotel? Course it is, it's the same number she gave me."

"Wait wait. Who is this?"

"Justice Sercoya, a friend of Hannah. Who are you?"

"Is Hannah with you?"

"Yes."

"Malcolm Young. Where's Hannah right now?"

"She's in the bedroom, there's been an accident.

"What the hell happened?" Malcolm got nervous.

"She came over here to help me with my date, I called her, he came down on us, something happened, we need you guys here."

"Is Hannah okay?"

"Physically, yes."

"Okay where are you?" Malcolm asked grabbing a jacket.

"The motel on 3rd St. Our door is open."

"Alright, hang on." He hung up and ran to the door.

"What happened, who was that?" Brian asked.

"No time to explain, follow me."

Mike's body was still motionless on the floor, face drenched with blood. Justice tried to calm me down but I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't believe what I had done and what's worse is that I almost had no control over myself. The man in front of me turned blurry and my cheeks were soon soaked. People came rushing in behind us and Justice went to join them. "Is she okay?" Someone knelt down beside me.

"Yeah she's..." Justice started then began pacing the floor.

"Hannah look at me. Are you okay?" Malcolm asked. I shook my head. "Why, what's wrong?" I glanced over at Mike. "Did you do that?"

"She grabbed the phone on the stand and beat him with it."

"Holy shit, Mal!" Cliff said.

"What?"

"That's Mike!" Malcolm looked at the body.

"Oh damn, that is him."

"Is he even alive?" Phil asked.

"We'd better get him to a hospital. Did you call an ambulance Miss?"

"No." Malcolm sighed and called one. After picking up the phone and plugging it back in of course. After calling he dialed a new number.

"I'll have to call Angus. Let him know."

Angus carried the pizza box back to the hotel. He got to the lobby and the woman at the front desk stopped him. "Oh, you. You're just in time. You got a phone call."

"Okay?" She handed him the phone. "Yeah?"

"Angus?"

"Malcolm?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you?"

"Going to the hospital."

"What?!"

"Yeah, there's been an accident. Hannah was-"

"Woah, is Hannah okay?"

"Yeah. Maybe mentally scarred but-"

"I'm coming over."

"Angus wait, you-" Angus handed the phone back and headed out the door.