The other girl roused and squinted, exclaiming, “What the fuck!”
He looked at her and shook his head, annoyed. “Hey, you and your friend need to leave.”
She glared at him and got up slowly, looking for her clothes. She found them, managed to wake up her friend and they left. Sully slumped down on the sofa hearing the door click as they departed.
He shook his head and glanced at the mirror on the coffee table. There was one leftover line from the night before. He leaned forward and stared at it, debating his next move.
He wanted to resist and put it behind him completely, but found that his body was physically drawn to it with such a force he wasn’t able to hold it off. He was about to snort the line of cocaine before him when he heard a faint sound that was audible enough to arouse his curiosity.
He stood up and approached the door, noticing that an envelope had been slipped under it. He frowned, picking up the large brown envelope. Realizing what the contents were intuitively, he let out a defeated sigh. The summons was back again. The legal separation was not going away as much as he willed it in his mind. He knew he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
He closed the envelope once again and listlessly threw the envelope on the dining room table. He let out a long breath as he ran his hands through his tousled sun kissed dark blonde mane. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, surveying the envelope from a distance, viewing it as a threatening adversary to the life he wanted.
Curious, he picked it up again and opened it, pulling out the contents. He pulled out a chair and read through each page carefully this time. No big surprise. The terms hadn’t changed. The requests hadn’t changed. They were all the same. The only difference this time was his reaction.
Instead of ripping them up and throwing them away as he had done twice before, he set them down gently and walked away. He returned to the living room, hastily did the last line of cocaine on the coffee table and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
As he was toweling off after his shower, he noticed a drop of blood that had fallen onto the pristine white bathroom tile on the floor, then another. He frowned and rushed to the fogged up mirror. Grabbing a hand towel to wipe it, desperate to clarify his reflection, he noticed that those drops of blood were now in the sink.
He stared up at his reflection and realized the blood was coming from his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head, silently chastising himself. “Shit!” He yelled loudly as his eyes fluttered open and he reached for a tissue.
Fifteen minutes later, he was able to get the bleeding to stop. He picked up the phone and called Sean requesting that a doctor come by his suite later that day.
He then hastily got dressed, put the papers back into the envelope and headed out with them tucked under his arm, a cup of strong espresso from room service in hand.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. He headed down to the fifth floor where the rest of the band and management were staying. He knocked on the door to room 512.
Sean opened the door and stared at him. “This is a surprise. A phone call and now a visit? It’s eleven a.m. Sully. What are you doing up so early? Or did you never go to sleep last night?”
He remained straight faced and spoke softly. “What room is Giselle in?”
Sean surveyed him closely as he folded his arms across his chest. “Whatever you need, Sully, I can handle it for you. Shannon can too. Giselle is busy. Way too busy to make updates to your rider, run errands for you, find you sushi or get you drugs. I’ll handle that.”
Sully rolled his eyes. “It has nothing to do with that.” He met Sean’s eyes. “This has to do with my wife, Sean. I want to talk to Giselle about my wife.” He sighed.
Sean could see the sincerity and anguish on Sully’s face. He nodded. “She’s in 523.” He pointed at him. “Be nice and behave yourself. Like I said, she’s very busy keeping all of you monkeys out of hot water right now. The label is all over her.”
He nodded. “I know. Thanks, Sean.” He hung his head solemnly.
Sean frowned for a moment, stunned by Sully’s reaction. He hadn’t received so much as a casual thanks from Sully in months nor had he seen him so subdued and contemplative. He nodded slowly. “Yep.”
Sully sighed and turned on his heel in the direction of Giselle’s hotel room. He was going to get to the bottom of things and he hoped Giselle could help him gain a better understanding.
He knocked on her door and patiently waited. He could hear her in the hotel room on the phone. When she didn’t open the door, he knocked again. This time, he could hear her voice approaching the door and she sounded frustrated. He wasn’t sure if she was annoyed with the caller or with his second knock.
She opened the door and stared at him. She shook her head as she balanced the receiver on her shoulder and held the base of the phone in her other hand. “Hold on… what? No! Fucking hold on two seconds, jeez!”
She propped the door open with her foot and pulled the receiver from her shoulder, covering the mouthpiece to muffle it. She stared at Sully. “If you’re here for any special requests, direct them to Shannon or Sean. Ok?” She was about to
