Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Because I’m not enough for her.
Not enough to fight for.
To stick around for.
Just like I wasn’t enough for my mom.
She left. Didn’t fight. Moved forward.
Just like Kaylee.
And they both did it for me.
The thought has me reaching for the almost empty bottle and downing what’s left, not giving a shit that it’s still morning. I have no idea where we are or what city we’re in. And I don’t give a shit. It’s all the same anyway. Drive to a new city, perform the same songs, and then move on. And I could play in my sleep.
“Brax! Let’s go!” Camden beats on the door harder, so I roll off the bed and stumble to my feet. I unlock the door, cracking it open slightly. The light filters in, and my skull pulses against my brain.
“We have an interview with NiteLife,” he says, pushing the door farther open. “Let’s go. You need to shower and”—he grabs the bottle that’s apparently still in my hand—“quit drinking! Fuck, man. It’s been nearly two weeks, and you’ve spent it drunk and high. We get it. Your mom fucking sucks, and Kaylee hurt you.” He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “You’re making a big mistake, and when you realize it, it’s going to be too late.”
I snap my head out of his touch and back up, too hungover and not drunk enough to deal with him. “The only mistake I made was letting her back into my life.”
“Oh, what-the fuck-ever,” Camden spits. “You forgave her until your mom showed up. Now, instead of dealing with your shit, you’re taking it out on everyone.” He walks back toward the door. “You better figure your shit out soon before she moves on without you. Women will only put up with a man’s shit for so long.”
“Who the fuck said I want her back? I’ll be ready to go in a few minutes.”
Instead of arguing, he rolls his eyes and leaves me to get ready. Once I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I grab my wallet and phone to stuff into my pockets when my phone lights up with an incoming call from my dad. I’ve been avoiding him since I saw my mom, knowing if I answer, words are going to be said. He fucked up getting Kaylee to help get me to LA, but I forgave him—for the most part. Now, I find out the shit he pulled with my mom. If he tells me he did it for me, I might lose my fucking head—more than I already have.
When it rings again, I send it to voicemail and then type out a text, letting him know I’m in the middle of something important and I’ll call him soon.
The drive to the studio is short, and once we arrive, we’re taken to a waiting room that looks similar to a hotel living room. It has a few plush couches and a table and chairs with a spread of food and drinks. There’s a bathroom off to the side and a vanity with a shit ton of makeup and hair products.
While we wait to be called out, Gage sprawls out on the couch, closing his eyes since he can’t drink or smoke without the other guys giving him shit. Camden sits at the table texting his wife, and Declan sits next to me on the other couch, writing away in his notebook.
Since we left the beach, he’s been quiet lately, and I’d bet it has something to do with Kendall kissing that guy she was there to see at the festival. He gets moody every time she starts dating someone new.
I glance over, and sure enough, words like asshole, heartbreak, and never mine are scribbled on the page.
“It might not seem like it now, but you not telling her how you feel is for the best,” I mutter.
He glances up at me. “What?”
“Women are nothing but a heartache waiting to happen, and Kendall is no different.” She may be chill as hell and fun to hang out with—coming across like one of the guys—but she’s still a woman who has no problem stringing men along before she drops them like flies.
“You’re only saying that because you’re half drunk and hurt.”
“No, I’m saying that because it’s the truth. Look at Tori...” Declan glares in warning, one I don’t heed, and I feel Gage’s eyes on me, but I don’t care. “What she did to Gage was selfish as fuck. Did she give a shit about him when she destroyed him? No.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Gage barks.
“No. It’s the truth, even if you don’t like it. She claimed to love you and look what—” Before the rest of the words are out of my mouth, Gage storms over to me and grabs me by the front of my shirt, pulling me up.