“Why don’t you ask him on tour?” I suggested.
“You think I should?”
“Yeah, why not? It would be fun and a way to introduce him to the band before they find out the truth.”
“I will call him.”
“Good, I want to meet him too.”
“Want to have dinner with both of us before tour starts?”
“Yeah, I think I would like that. So, tell me more about him. Any photos of something other than his dick?”
Chapter 25
Lily’s POV
I sat in my hotel staring out at the sea, listening to the waves crash. A half-finished sketch laying on my lap. I’d been trying to work on it for days. My mind kept wandering back to the fight. The day where my world had come tumbling down. The day I found out that even Adrian could betray me. My falling tears blending with the charcoal turning it into a damp mess, ruining the half sketch. I couldn’t go on like this. Harry was right, I had to decide if I was returning to the band and the tour or walking away for good.
The largest part of me said fuck no, he isn’t worth it, so just cut your losses and run. Then the other part of me bitched back, why should I give up the tour just because he betrayed me? I made as much of this album as him. I wrote at least two of the final tracks solo. I recorded the album with the band. I deserved both my royalties and my moment in the spotlight. Instead of the diva stars getting all the credit to themselves. How dare they always take, take, take and never give anything back? Ruining my life and my career efforts however hard I worked at it all. What was the point of bettering myself when they stole everything?
I knew I was being a little childish and possibly just as divaish as he was being. Maybe I just needed a good long break away from all of it and then launch my own solo career? I wasn’t even sure which of my two exes I was more annoyed with currently. Both were fighting for the top spot of my one hundred hate list.
I wished Harry didn’t go back to rehearsal, having him around helped a lot. Getting drunk and talking about everything for a few days, even listening to the tales from rehearsal. Although he always kept to the other band members, politely leaving Ade out of the jokes. Even as he left, I knew I was no clearer about what I had to do. At the end of the day, I missed Adrian, even though I still hated his lies and betrayal.
The email on my laptop chirped, Adrian sent me over a hundred emails to date, all still unread. I wasn’t ready to face him or his bullshit yet. I didn’t want to know whatever pathetic excuses he had left for his actions. I glanced over at the screen expecting it to just be another message from him to be moved into a junk mail folder and forgotten about. Why I didn’t just delete them I had no idea. I guess in case I did need or want them for closure one day. Chimes kept ringing as incessant emails dropped into my inbox. That was not his style, he couldn’t type that fast. He spent hours reworking an email before he sent it even when it was to his manager. Anything he did fast was done by phone call. For a heart breaking second, I was scared the other ex-had found my new email account. Holding my breath, I checked who the emails were from… Shelly.
Lily we need to talk.
Lily Answer me now.
Lily, you can’t avoid us forever.
Lily, answer your messages before I kick your skinny ass.
Lily, I swear if you do not answer me, I will strangle you.
Lily Marie Charmaine, you pick up this instant!
Rolling my eyes, I logged into my Skype account, the call from ger came about three seconds later.
“You look like shit,” Shelly commented.
I sighed. “Yeah, well, been a rough couple of months.” I tilted my glass of wine at her before downing it.
“Yeah, Adrian’s not much different. I swear he sent you a billion emails.”
I snorted, refilling the glass. “He can send a billion more, I am not reading anything from that asshole.” I slammed the bottle back in the wine cooler with the other empty and half empty bottles.
“Fair point. I’ve been giving him a hard time, so has the band. He should have told you sooner.”
“No shit Sherlock!” I snapped, downing the glass again. “’Cause fucking knowing my abuser while initiating a relationship with me is really classy. I had sex with that prick, I thought he cared. But, hey, the joke is on me! Just another game from my ex friend to break me when I dare to start to believe I deserve more. That I could be something as scandalous as happy!” I searched for the near empty bottle to refill my glass again, my drunken fingers slipping on the bottle neck as I tried to work out which one was real and not just double vision.
“No.” Shelly’s snap broke through my self-absorbed drunkenness.
“Huh?”
“You were never a game to him. Adrian loves you; if you saw the state of him you wouldn’t question that. Right now, we do not even know if the tour is going ahead without you being there. I haven’t seen him this bad, not even after his hugest break ups. The last time, Ade swore to me that he would never love anyone again. He hasn’t dated nor let anyone close to him from that person until you. Always keeping an emotional distance from every new person he meets. You are the very first person to
