A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,13

heard a familiar sound.

I stopped and turned.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

The door was unlocked.

I opened the door to the bathroom.

Bree stood at the sink, crying.

“Fuck, babe, come here,” I whispered as I touched her arm.

She looked at me and cried even harder.

I pulled her against my chest and hugged her.

“It’s still real, Sebastian,” she said.

“I know it is. Believe me, I know it is.”

I looked at our reflection in the mirror as she cried.

Me holding her.

And there was nothing I could do to stop the pain.

It felt backwards for some reason.

I was the famous one. I was the rock star. I had more money than I could ever spend in my lifetime. That meant I had more than enough money to take care of Bree.

Yet money couldn’t bring her mother back. Money couldn’t take us back in time by one day and tell her mother not to drive.

Time and fate won again…

Just like with Mitchy.

Goddammit… Mitchy…

My focus had been on Bree and I had forgotten about Mitchy’s death.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

As soon as I felt it, I became just a little bit shaky, I knew I was screwed.

“Sebastian…”

“No,” I growled.

I squeezed her tighter.

Bree forced her hands between us and pushed away.

When she looked up at me, I looked up too.

I felt the tears in my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Look at me,” she said.

“No,” I said again.

Bree didn’t play games.

To her, I wasn’t a rock star with power, money and fame.

To her, I was Sebastian.

She grabbed my face and dug her nails in until I looked down at her.

When I did, a tear streamed from each eye down my cheeks.

“Sebastian…”

“Rough few days, babe,” I whispered. “Your mother. Before that, Mitchy…”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. “I didn’t think about that. You lost one of your closest friends. I’m being so greedy right now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I called you. I knew your friend had died. But I still called you. I dragged you into this. You didn’t have to come here, Sebastian. You belong with your band. You should be grieving there.”

“I’m right where I want to be,” I said.

We both stood there, tears gently running down our cheeks.

“Sebastian…”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

My hands grabbed the sides of her shirt and I pulled her close to me.

After all the years of wondering, I finally made the move and kissed her.

I pressed my lips to hers. My body to hers. My hands to her back.

I walked forward, picked her up and walked her to the glass shower door.

She hit it with a rattling thud.

I broke the kiss.

We stared at each other for a second.

Then we kissed again.

The second our tongues took a swipe at one another, we both broke the kiss, turning our heads.

“Shit,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I said. “Bree…”

“It’s fine,” she said.

I stepped back. I ran a hand through my hair.

We slowly looked at each other.

I blinked fast to keep myself from getting emotional again.

She wiped under her eyes.

“Well, say something,” she said.

I slowly grinned. “You have wicked morning breath, babe.”

“I can’t believe the old man still has this place open,” I said.

“His nephew took it over a few years ago,” Bree said.

“Is the old man alive?”

“Mike? Yeah. He comes around still. But Brian does everything now.”

I reached into my pocket and took out cash. “Here you go.”

“I have to go in?” Bree asked.

“I can’t go in there,” I said.

“Why?”

“Do I have to say it?”

Bree smiled at me. “Yeah. You do. I want to hear you sound like a cocky asshole. Sab.”

I curled my lip. “I can’t go in there because I’m fucking famous. That’s why. So can you just go get us something to eat?”

Bree grabbed the cash and shook her head. “You’re such a loser, Sebastian.”

When she got out of the car, I caught myself staring at her ass.

Watching her slip the cash into her back pocket.

Then I lowered my head and felt my brain scrambling.

I hid my face the best I could and sent a text to Nash.

Still in the old town. Not sure when I’m coming back. Let me know what’s going on with the show for Mitchy.

I didn’t expect Nash to respond.

More details are coming soon. Don’t worry. We’re surviving fine without you.

“Asshole,” I whispered.

I looked out the window and saw Bree carrying a bag of food and a carrier with coffees.

I hated having to hide.

But with who I was… and in this town… if one person saw me, I’d get mobbed for sure.

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