A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,60
for my meal and let me stay at her place. I had to rebuild myself from nothing. Because of you.”
The words hit me. They stung. But they didn’t full on hurt me.
“That’s your story, honey?” I asked.
“My story? That’s the truth. Don’t play games here, Reed.”
I took a step. “So wait a second. Let’s rewind some more, Abby. You were the one singing in Nashville, right? And we met and-”
“You fucked me in a bathroom,” she said.
“You wanted me to,” I growled. “Is that your excuse too? I fucked you and… what? My evil dick made you follow me? This isn’t supernatural.”
“Fuck off, Reed,” Abby said. “You’re right. I went with you. Why not? I was stuck in Nashville. Playing the same places and singing the same songs. I thought I had a chance to become something. It was just empty promises over and over. But then I met you and you were…”
She turned her head.
“I was what, honey? What did I do that was so fucking wrong?”
“You were real to me,” she said. “Even fucking me in a bathroom… you were real. You didn’t hold back. You didn’t hide. I liked that about you. I respected it. I just wanted to be part of something, Reed.”
“Right there,” I said. “Think about what you just fucking said to me.”
“What?”
“Think about it,” I said.
I walked away from her.
I didn’t want to see her for a few seconds.
Or maybe the rest of my life.
I went back into the building.
Abby followed me.
I didn’t go upstairs where the rest of the band was.
I stayed on the first floor and went to the downstairs studio.
Where Abby sang her audition to be part of the new song.
“What the fuck is this, Reed?” she finally asked.
“What?” I snapped.
“You’re a baby,” she said.
“That’s the best you’ve got?”
“So we can’t talk about this? You fucked up my life. You did that. Not me. I was on the tour bus with you guys. I thought everything was perfect. We were all drinking and partying… wait… is it because of Jay? Because Jay and I were flirting? Are you kidding me?”
“It has nothing to do with Jay,” I said. “You want to go fuck each member of FILTHY LINE, have at it, honey. You’ve already spread your legs for RAUNCHY RECKS.”
Abby grabbed a chair and threw it at me.
It barely made it to my feet.
I kicked my foot and the chair hit the wall.
“What is it then?” Abby asked. “I’m telling you what I know. You woke me up and tossed me out of the bus. You all but carried me and sat me on the curb. I was half drunk and high. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I tried to talk to you and you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“You were using me!” I yelled.
The words were finally off my chest.
Years of carrying it like dead weight.
“You fucking used me,” I said in a lower voice.
“Used you? How did I use you, Reed?”
“You wanted out of Nashville. So you tied yourself to me. And I fell for it. I should have seen it happening but I didn’t. I fucking loved you, Abby. I was falling in love with you. Don’t think I didn’t know what was happening. That you were leveraging the band for yourself.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“You don’t have to lie,” I said. “You were working a deal with someone named Chet. Right? Some slimy-ass motherfucker who swore to you he was going to get you into the studio. Right? He was going to give you the biggest hit of the year. All because you were tied to me. To the band. You… Chet… both of you were going to squash us. Use us and leave us. Don’t fucking lie about it either.”
The words poured from me.
It felt good. But it didn’t feel good.
It made me feel like shit. Bringing up that old shit.
Knowing that sometimes the price of fame was quite a bit.
“Chet…” Abby looked offended. “He got to you, didn’t he?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He had been pursuing me since before you were in Nashville,” Abby said. “I was told he always had a thing for a woman in her twenties with a dream and a pretty face.”
“Do you know why?”
“Of course I know why, Reed. So he could fuck them. He could fuck them in his bed. And then fuck them in life. I’m not an idiot. You know where I came from, Reed. My mother never wanted me