Fight, Jamiee - Ellie R. Hunter Page 0,4
found myself seeking retribution, because I didn’t want to be the only one hurting. Then, I met Deacon. He was too good to be true, and made me laugh when no one else could. I latched on to his carefree nature, and his confidence to go after what he wanted, no matter what anyone else thought.
I keep making bad decisions, and I’m sick of it.
Well, not anymore.
Climbing out of bed, I open one of my cases and pull out clean jeans and a sweater. Throwing them on, I pile my hair up on my head.
I can’t bear to look at the unopened messages on my phone, so I turn it off and hide it away in my bag. Creeping quietly past Freddie—who slept on the couch—I make my way out of his suite with my bags and run for the elevator. My brother’s in one of these suites, and he’s the last person I want to bump in to. Actually, Deacon is, but I doubt he would think to come here. I could go home to my parents’, but I’m not ready to kick that hornet’s nest. They would demand answers I’m not ready to give. Answers that would only bring them grief.
There’s only one place I know I can hide, and not be bombarded with questions or accusations.
My sister’s.
She already believes I’m the ultimate party girl with terrible taste in men. It took one meeting with Deacon for her to decide she didn’t like him. She’ll take one look at me and have her answers.
She’ll ask me if I’m okay, and I’ll say, ‘I am’.
She’ll ask me if I want to talk about it, and I’ll say, ‘I don’t’, leaving me alone to get my shit together.
The cab weaves through the light traffic, and I’m lucky enough to book the next flight out without having to wait too long. The only good to come from being with Deacon is I’d become accustomed to carrying my passport around with me, as we were always jetting off on vacations and tours. He never stopped moving.
I sleep through most of the flight, and by the time the cab pulls up outside Lacey’s house, I find I could do with a few more hours of it.
David’s car—my sister’s husband—isn’t in the drive, but Lacey’s is. After paying the driver, I haul my cases up her front path and ring the bell.
The temperature is dropping, and I start to shiver as I wait for her to answer. The door opens, and just like I imagined, she looks at me in shock as she takes in my face.
She opens the door wide for me to enter. “You better be alone with a face like that,” she grinds out through clenched teeth. I shiver again, but not from the cold.
Dumping my bags by the bottom of the stairs, I keep my purse around my shoulder as I walk through to the kitchen.
Following close behind me, I tell her, “Don’t worry, I’m alone.”
“Jamiee? What the hell are you doing there?” Damon’s voice pierces the air. My eyes dart around the room and widen before Lacey mouths, “Skype.”
“I’ll speak to you later, Damon,” she says aloud, walking over to the laptop on the table.
I keep my back to them. The last thing I want is Damon going after Deacon and getting himself into trouble on my account. This is my mess, and I’ll sort it out.
“Wait!” he barks. “You said you were going to the awards show last night, so where were you?”
Lacey sits in front of the laptop and angles the screen away from me.
“I’m losing the connection…I’ll call you later…”
I smirk at her attempt to get rid of him.
“The connection is fine, Lace. What the fuck are you pulling?”
I can’t see his face, but knowing him as well as I do, I can guess with certainty his eyes are narrowed and his lips are pursed together.
“It’s… so… bad…”
She slams the screen down, ending the call. I feel bad for him, but I’m glad.
“Thank you,” I manage to say with a smile.
Her eyes roam the length of my body.
“Apart from what I’m seeing, are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Shaking my head, I grab the OJ from the fridge.
“Deacon did this, didn’t he? And don’t lie to me to protect him.”
“It’s not like he’s going to get the opportunity to do it again. I’m done with him.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
Apparently taking my word for it, she concludes, “So, I take it you want to stay