asked Cale,
still not making eye contact.
He took a step forward and reached for a
towel that was behind the seat, trying to wipe the flowing blood
from his hands. He seemed a little too calm about what he just did,
which surprised me. “Actually, yes. Damon’s not the kind of guy you
want to get involved with. I’ve seen him drink more than he did
tonight, and he would’ve kept taking advantage of you with no stop
in sight, B. You were screaming and I was coming back to get some
sleep when I heard you.”
“It’s just me overreacting, which was all it
was.” I admitted. “I told him to sleep in my bunk with me and then
pushed him away. It’s my fault.”
Cale laced my hand with his and stood me up.
“Don’t worry about it, Bryn. We played an amazing first show; Hal’s
going to take us to a hotel so we can all rest. Just try to stay
away from Damon as much as possible.”
“That’s going to be a little impossible you
know. It was just an overreaction Cale, he’s a nice guy.”
Cale snorted. “If you say so.” Then he put
his hands up in defense. “But that’s up to you. I know what this
guy does and I don’t trust him, despite being a Hell of a singer.”
And then he walked back towards the back as the other guys come
aboard, slurring their words and bumping into me not knowing.
I stayed in the front, making casual
conversation with Hal until we pulled into a hotel about an hour
away. I was relieved when Hal got me my own room next to the guys
so I could hopefully get some peaceful sleep.
Chapter 6: One Thing
Everlasting played every night for the next
week straight. It became like a ritual. We woke up, got breakfast,
drove to the next venue, played our show, got back onto the bus,
and started over again. I kept in touch with Gina and Bethany,
telling them in a few weeks we were playing out in California near
L.A. for a couple of shows so I’d get them tickets.
My mind flickered every so often to Ethan.
Some part of me missed him. Besides completely humiliating me my
last year in high school, he had been a good guy. He kept no
secrets from me. He turned me on to music and drove me to buy my
acoustic guitar that I held onto dearly. He was brought up in the
same kind of lifestyle that I was raised in, wealthy and messed up
on all levels. His parents were more lenient and laid back than
mine though, but still had no compassion for Ethan or their other
children.
“ I expect you to be properly dressed for
dinner in an hour, Bryn,” my mother said in that neutral tone I
couldn’t stand. Her newly painted nails were tapping on my vanity,
where I was brushing my hair for what felt like the millionth time
today, but if one piece was ever out of place, I would be in deep
shit.
“ Who’s even coming tonight? You just had
a ‘fancy’ dinner party yesterday,” I replied, trying not to sound
too snotty, but my mother caught on quick.
Her fingers dug into my arm as her eyes
narrowed. “Listen here you little brat. Mr. and Mrs. Donahue are
coming along with Ethan and Rebecca. They believe Ethan has taken a
liking to you, and would like you to start spending time together.”
Ethan Donahue? That was out of the question. He was who all of the
girls fantasized about when he walked down the hallway. His brown
hair, bright green eyes, he was model material and totally out of
my league.
“ Just so I can get out of your hair huh?”
I snapped back, reaching for the long black silky dress that was
laid out on my satin sheets.
“ Keep your mouth shut and speak proper or
you’ll be out on the street young lady. You’re only 16 and I would
hate to see someone as naive as you on the streets begging for
food.” She was now shooting me daggers, which meant I do what she
says or I really would have no home. What harm is there in talking?
I’ve never had a conversation or said two words to Ethan, now I’m
just nervous to be in the same room, let alone having dinner with
him.
“ Fine. I’ll be down in a
still not making eye contact.
He took a step forward and reached for a
towel that was behind the seat, trying to wipe the flowing blood
from his hands. He seemed a little too calm about what he just did,
which surprised me. “Actually, yes. Damon’s not the kind of guy you
want to get involved with. I’ve seen him drink more than he did
tonight, and he would’ve kept taking advantage of you with no stop
in sight, B. You were screaming and I was coming back to get some
sleep when I heard you.”
“It’s just me overreacting, which was all it
was.” I admitted. “I told him to sleep in my bunk with me and then
pushed him away. It’s my fault.”
Cale laced my hand with his and stood me up.
“Don’t worry about it, Bryn. We played an amazing first show; Hal’s
going to take us to a hotel so we can all rest. Just try to stay
away from Damon as much as possible.”
“That’s going to be a little impossible you
know. It was just an overreaction Cale, he’s a nice guy.”
Cale snorted. “If you say so.” Then he put
his hands up in defense. “But that’s up to you. I know what this
guy does and I don’t trust him, despite being a Hell of a singer.”
And then he walked back towards the back as the other guys come
aboard, slurring their words and bumping into me not knowing.
I stayed in the front, making casual
conversation with Hal until we pulled into a hotel about an hour
away. I was relieved when Hal got me my own room next to the guys
so I could hopefully get some peaceful sleep.
Chapter 6: One Thing
Everlasting played every night for the next
week straight. It became like a ritual. We woke up, got breakfast,
drove to the next venue, played our show, got back onto the bus,
and started over again. I kept in touch with Gina and Bethany,
telling them in a few weeks we were playing out in California near
L.A. for a couple of shows so I’d get them tickets.
My mind flickered every so often to Ethan.
Some part of me missed him. Besides completely humiliating me my
last year in high school, he had been a good guy. He kept no
secrets from me. He turned me on to music and drove me to buy my
acoustic guitar that I held onto dearly. He was brought up in the
same kind of lifestyle that I was raised in, wealthy and messed up
on all levels. His parents were more lenient and laid back than
mine though, but still had no compassion for Ethan or their other
children.
“ I expect you to be properly dressed for
dinner in an hour, Bryn,” my mother said in that neutral tone I
couldn’t stand. Her newly painted nails were tapping on my vanity,
where I was brushing my hair for what felt like the millionth time
today, but if one piece was ever out of place, I would be in deep
shit.
“ Who’s even coming tonight? You just had
a ‘fancy’ dinner party yesterday,” I replied, trying not to sound
too snotty, but my mother caught on quick.
Her fingers dug into my arm as her eyes
narrowed. “Listen here you little brat. Mr. and Mrs. Donahue are
coming along with Ethan and Rebecca. They believe Ethan has taken a
liking to you, and would like you to start spending time together.”
Ethan Donahue? That was out of the question. He was who all of the
girls fantasized about when he walked down the hallway. His brown
hair, bright green eyes, he was model material and totally out of
my league.
“ Just so I can get out of your hair huh?”
I snapped back, reaching for the long black silky dress that was
laid out on my satin sheets.
“ Keep your mouth shut and speak proper or
you’ll be out on the street young lady. You’re only 16 and I would
hate to see someone as naive as you on the streets begging for
food.” She was now shooting me daggers, which meant I do what she
says or I really would have no home. What harm is there in talking?
I’ve never had a conversation or said two words to Ethan, now I’m
just nervous to be in the same room, let alone having dinner with
him.
“ Fine. I’ll be down in a
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