Fuck!
I slam my palm into my forehead and keep striking myself so that at least I can feel something, anything, but the pain ripping through my heart right now.
There’s commotion around me, but I’m not paying any attention.
I can’t bring myself to focus.
Someone pulls my hand away from my head, and I burst into tears.
“Heneverloved me!” I scream, then bang the back of my head against the wall.
The pain is severe.
My life—my old life—flashes before my eyes for no reason.
“Dee.” I hear my name, but I don’t take any notice.
“Dee,” someone yells.
I can’t think.
I can’t feel.
This!
This ismybreaking point.
It’s been coming for a while, and I have finally snapped.
Slap.
Someone slaps me hard across the face.
Well shit!
My eyes clear and then focus on Anna, who’s looking at me with tears in hers.
“Dee, hun. Snap thefuck out of it,” she exclaims as I try to concentrate on her face.
The room is empty except for Anna, and as my breathing slows, my heartbreak overwhelms me.
“Dee, talk to me,” Anna says as she rubs my cheek in a comforting move.
“Hen-neverloved me,” I whisper.
“Sweetie, if you saw how he reacted just then, you’d know he does,” she replies.
My bottom lip quivers. “If Colt loves me, then why isn’t he here telling me why he’s fuckingher?”I ask as Anna sits next to me and puts her arm around my shoulders, pulling me to her tightly.
“I don’t think he’s fucking Jessi. I don’t know for sure, but I highly doubt it. What I don’t doubt is that he cares about you. Dee, it took Hux, Dingo, and Johnny to get him out of here when you were panicking. The only reason he’s not here is that they need to be on stage, which is where he is now, but he wasn’t going to do it. He wanted to stay, but I told him to give you some space and to talk to you after the concert. The band couldn’t keep their fans waiting any longer, and you needed to come back to Earth. We didn’t know how long that was going to take. As it is,the guys are about halfway through their set now, and you’re still not fully with me, are you?”
My heart rate and my breathing are slowly returning to normal. With creased brows, I look at Anna as she wipes the tears away from my cheeks.
“I know you’re struggling, hun. But if it makes you feel any better, he is too,” she says.
Sia walks in. “How’s she doing?”
Anna puts her hand out, tilting it from side to side in a so-so gesture.
