“Don’t do anything stupid, bro. You’re pissed, let it pass first.”
I was over it. “Get out, Wrath, you don’t want to fuckin’ be here.”
“Fine.” He walked out closing the door behind him.
I was so pissed I was vibrating. She’s lucky I’m not the violent type. I wanted to trash the rest of the room I was so furious. She didn’t move, standing there looking scared and defiant at the same time, almost daring me to do something.
I tossed her notebook on the table not wanting to touch the proof of her betrayal. “What the fuck? Was this your plan all along? To fuckin’ steal our songs?”
“No. Trent, please. How can you…”
“Don’t you ever call me Trent,” I knew my voice sounded cold, but I couldn’t help it. She’d screwed with my trust and I couldn’t stand to even look at her. “You have no right. Just answer the question, was this the fuckin’ plan?”
“Whatever. After last night how can you accuse me of any of this?”
“Lady, you have no idea how many times people have tried to rip off our fuckin’ shit, you’re not the first.”
“Why would I do that? I’m here to write songs for your album, why would I steal anything? I don’t need your songs, I have plenty of my own.”
“Right, I’m sure you do. That’s why you’re working for a record company writing for other bands? If you’re not stealing it, why do you have this? It’s not theirs, I haven’t submitted it, hell, I haven’t fucking finished writing it yet.”
“You know what, it doesn’t freakin’ matter. You are an asshole, just like all the other rock stars in this world. I was stupid to ever come here.”
She picked up the notebook and stormed by me, slamming the door behind her. I stood in silence, our words echoing in my head. Was I wrong? She didn’t act at all guilty, but why would she have my song?
Fuck it. I poured a glass of scotch, and was on my third by the time Wrath found me.
“Shit, Chaos. What the fuck are you doing? We go on in three hours and you’re drunk?”
“I’m friggin’ fine.”
“Sure you are. You’re an asshole. You tell Sweets to get lost, so what are we going to do for backup singers for the rest of the tour?”
“I don’t know. Wait, why do we need them?”
“See you don’t fuckin’ think when you’re like this. Did you actually think Candy would stay if you told Sweets to leave?”
“Fuck.” I hadn’t thought about it. My head pounded, and massaging my neck only made it worse.
“Yeah, exactly. Now it sinks in, and you weren’t even drunk when you did it, so what’s your fucking excuse?”
I didn’t have one. I let my anger get the better of me. Every freakin’ time I was sorry later, but they’d pushed me too far.
“I don’t know what you said to Cynda, but she’s gone.”
“What do you mean gone?” The room started spinning, between the scotch and lack of sleep, I was toasted, and nothing was making any sense. “How could she leave?”
“What the fuck do you think I mean? She’s fucking gone. Packed, cab called, gone.”
“Goddamn it. I wasn’t done with her.”
“Oh I’d say you were, asshole. Did you even give her a chance to explain?”
Sighing, I shook my head and then grabbed it. The spinning was worse now. Fuck. “I need rest.”
“Nope you need coffee, a lot of it. Start drinking. You’d better be sober for tonight. You wouldn’t put up with this shit from anyone else.”
He was right. I’d fucked up huge. Trust was so fucking hard for me. Holding my head between my legs and hoping not to hurl, I tried to think about what I’d said to Cynda. Why’d she have my song? Why didn’t you let her explain, asshole?
