“Do we think that it was targeted?” Zeb asks. “Like they were specifically after her and not one of us?”
“The only way to know is if Gemma finds them,” Kade replies.
Shooter…
There was a shooter. I remember that. I remember Gemma telling me to go to the dressing room. And in the dressing room, I hid—
My fairy wings catch my eye, and flashes of the attack nearly blind me as they flood in.
Holy fuck.
My body begins to tremble. I can’t lift my hands. I can’t move my feet. I’m numb, in shock. Hot tears roll down my cheeks that seem to burn my skin in their wake.
Someone sits on the coffee table in front of me—barefoot, fishnet tights, a black skirt… I lift my head, finding Andi watching me, holding a cup of water. She doesn’t speak as she holds out the drink, and it’s enough of a gesture to make my muscles move.
Thank fuck there’s a straw in this cup.
I’m shaking so much that I can barely keep the cup still, and Andi keeps her hand around mine to steady me.
Another person sits at my side—Zeb—and when I see the look on his face, notice the others coming around to have their own sad, guilty, and pathetic expressions, I finally find my voice.
“I don’t need any of you looking at me like that,” I say hoarsely.
“Bon…”
“Some jackass tried to break me. I promise he didn’t,” I force out, my gaze lifting to Zeb.
Though, I don’t know that I believe myself.
Because I’m pretty sure it’s the shock talking.
There’s a nagging at the back of my head, an itch to reach for the mini bottle I know is in Zeb’s bag, to sneak in one drink because no one will notice. Enough to take the edge off, to quiet the static in my head…
People like you don’t get an edge.
It’s just a cliff, and you’ll fall into the abyss if you try for anything less.
That reality makes the pain worse.
“Any chance you remember anything?” Zeb asks. “His face? Was he wearing a mask—”
“She isbarelyconscious,” Andi snaps at him.
“The best time to remember your attacker is directly after the incident—”
“Yeah, and have you been through something like this?” she asks. “Have you been attacked? Raped? Assaulted?”
Zeb grinds his teeth, pain and sadness sweeping over his eyes as he realizes he’s fucked up.
“I have,” Andi says. “I have, and it fucking sucks.”
“It isn’t as easy as just remembering,” a new voice says to my left.
I glance sideways and almost smile when I see that Wren made it to the show.
“Hell of a night for a surprise visit,” I say to her.
She scoffs. “Tell me about it,” she mutters.
