Chapter 8 - Becca - It’s Moving Time
“He did WHAT?! That fucking asshole. Be there shortly. I’ll bring the bat.” I jump up from the couch and throw my phone in my pocket while frantically looking around for my keys. “I gotta go. Connor ditched Alex at Rough Mix. He left with some chick.”
Johnny sits there looking stunned. Whether it’s at how quickly I’m racing around his loft, or at what Connor has done, I don’t know.
The guys worked on the album today and when the rest of them went out, Johnny asked if I wanted to come to his place and hang out. The friend thing is starting well, but I haven’t told Alex much about it. She’s been too busy being firmly in the honeymoon stage of her relationship.
Until now, that is. Who could have guessed her honeymoon would only last one night.
“What?! No. He wouldn’t. I can’t believe Connor would do something like that,” Johnny says, finally getting up to help me find my keys. “He hasn’t done anything like that in years. He doesn’t bring women home anymore. Why would he do it now when he seems so happy having finally found Alex? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well, it might not make sense, but it’s happening right now. I’m meeting Alex at Connor’s place — Aha!” I throw my keys in the air and catch them. They were in my pocket the whole time. “Glad those boxes are still in my car.”
“Do you want me to come with you? Help you pack up?”
I’m halfway to the door already. “No, that’s probably not a good idea. I don’t want to put you in a weird position. Connor’s your friend. And you guys are in a band together. No sense in you getting mixed up in this.”
“Fine. Promise you’ll call if you need help, though. Okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I promise,” I yell as I get into the elevator and frantically stab at the close door button. “Ugh. Why do you have to live in a loft? It would be so much faster if I could run down the stairs.”
Johnny’s laughter is the last thing I hear as the doors close, and one last glimpse of his smile lights me up. I might be on the way to help my best friend after yet another boyfriend has cheated on her, but I still get a little rush when Johnny looks at me like I matter, like he really likes me. Or at least like he really did like me before I declared us to be only friends.
But now’s not the time for that.
Alex needs me. Again.
How could Connor do something like this to her?
I make it to Connor’s house in record time, with no memory of anything after starting my car. I’m lucky there were no police around, because I’m fairly certain I was going well over the speed limit.
I pull into the driveway and park just in time to see Alex, Ryder, and Devon jump out of the Escalade the band usually rides around in. There’s an unfamiliar car parked near the house, so close it’s almost parked on the steps to the front door.
Seems like a bold choice, but okay.
“He’s here?” The words tumble out of my mouth, the going unanswered in the general confusion. But I know why I’m here. I reach into my back seat and pull out the bat I keep just for these occasions. I toss it to Alex. “Time to play ball, girl.”
Alex storms into the house with the three of us trailing along behind her. She drags the bat along the wall, knocking off pictures and banging it across door frames, before Ryder jumps in front of her. He tries to convince her not to go into the bedroom, claiming she doesn’t want to see what’s happening. He obviously doesn’t understand the rage of a woman who’s had many unfaithful lovers. He needs to get out of the way, but stay close enough to ensure that Alex doesn’t kill Connor.
The last thing she needs after another betrayal is to be sent to prison.
In the space around Ryder and Devon, I see Alex pull some girl off of the bed by her and immediately start beating the crap out of her. This is getting weirder and weirder. Alex never blames the girl. She’s never sought revenge on any of the women who’ve slept with her boyfriends before. The way she sees it, it’s the man who is betraying her trust. The women often have no idea that they’re the other woman.
Connor is laying on the bed and even at this distance, I can tell he is out of it. It’s not an excuse for cheating, but he must be completely out of his mind. He either drank a lot of alcohol or he’s on something. There’s no way he was in his right mind when he decided to bring this chick home.
I pull out my phone to text Johnny.
Me -He’s here with a woman. But he seems trashed. Alex is beating the shit out of the chick and he hasn’t even lifted his head off the pillow.
Johnny -He must be drunk.
Me -That’s no excuse.
Johnny -No, it’s not. Still, something about this doesn’t seem right to me.
Me -We’re heading to the pool house to pack up her stuff now.
Johnny -Need help?
