Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” I mutter.
But something doesn’t feel right.
At fucking all.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
I can’t breathe.
I don’t even want to.
I want to cancel all my shows and go home, but I can’t. Like they say, the show must go on, no matter what. I can’t run away, even if I wanted to. No, I have to stay and face it, put my best smile on, and show nobody that inside I’m falling to pieces.
Amalie is in the hospital, three broken fingers, bruises all over her, a gash in her head, and pain in her mind. I haven’t been allowed to talk with her, because she’s been resting. I’ve sent her a bunch of messages, but that isn’t enough. She must know this is my fault. I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to speak to me again. They’re sending her home to Denver, which means I won’t see her until I get back. My heart is breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.
Maverick has been trying to get hold of me all day.
But I’ve avoided him. How in the hell do I explain what has happened, without them getting suspicious? He’ll know, the moment I tell him something has happened to Amalie, that it has to do with Trey. He’ll lock down. He won’t leave my side. But I need to make sure this bus is unlocked. I have no other choice. I know Trey, I know exactly what he’s capable of. My friend lying, broken and bruised in the hospital right now shows me exactly what he can do if he needs.
So I’m on my own.
I told Susan to let Maverick know we had extra security and that they could just watch outside tonight. I made up some excuse that he would freak out if he knew what happened to Amalie, so I didn’t want to tell him until after the show and he’d know I was upset, so it was easier to have them do the outside duty. She told me she’d call him, like the good damn manager she is, and I made her swear she wouldn’t tell him anything if he asked. Just that I was busy and stressing over my final show.
Which is sort of true.
I have to shut down. I have to just make sure Trey gets what he wants, when we’re home, and it’s all over, I’ll tell Maverick and he can deal with it then. Right now, the risk is too high. Trey said he’d leave me alone if I did this, I don’t believe him of course, but I’m left with little to no other choice. So I’ll do this, not because I want to, but because I have to. Treyton wants the drugs in the bus before the show tonight, because it’s my last show and we leave for home tomorrow.
Susan is already over at the stadium helping prepare for tonight’s concert. I have security on duty here with me, so getting rid of them is going to be difficult. Treyton wants the bus unlocked before three. He got my number. I’m not sure how. I don’t even want to know how. It’s terrifying enough that he is able to keep tabs on me no matter what I do. All I’ve received today are messages with demands and threats that I had better do this right or I’ll end up in serious trouble, or someone I love will. So I’ve been hot footing it around all day, not talking to anyone, barely listening, ignoring Maverick who is flipping out.
I can’t lie right to his face, so it’s easier not to talk with him.
I managed to convince all my band members to give me time, acting like I was flipping out about the show, so they all went out for the day and then are heading over to the stadium to practice. I made sure I was alone. That no one was left to risk being seen. Not only that, but I couldn’t risk their lives if something goes wrong. I’ve done enough damage as it is, I don’t need to do anymore.
I don’t know how I’m going to get away with this, all I know is that until we’re home in Denver, where we can be properly protected by the club, I have no other choice. I can only pray Maverick won’t come and try to find me, because if he does he might just see what kind of awful person I am, and I can’t bear that. I have to focus, for now, and worry about getting security out of the way for a bit. I still don’t quite know how I’m going to do that. They’re just standing there, watching me. Always watching.
It’s two in the afternoon, and I only have an hour before Treyton will show up. I managed to sneak Susan’s key to the storage compartment off her keychain this morning when we met up to go over tonight’s show. I have mine. They are the only two keys that unlock it, so once the drugs are in, I’ll lock it and nobody will know any better. I’ve never been pulled up and searched before, I’m sure I won’t be now. Although the media shit storm that has been started in the last week may create some suspicion, and give the cops even more reason to keep an eye on me.