Haunted - Sunny Wolfe Page 0,9
didn’t deserve her.
“Jensen, what the fuck? Why are you showing him this shit before the show?” Berg yelled at Jensen from across the room.
“I don’t know what his bloody problem is. He is just being a pain in the arse. It’s not like he can’t get shagged by hotter women.”
“Jensen…” Berg was warning him, already walking toward him. Berg knew me like a brother. He knew I was not emotionally stable at the moment.
“I mean…she’s not all that if you ask me,” Jensen spoke.
“You dumb fuck…” Berg spit out before I jumped up and slammed Jensen against the wall.
“You piece of shit! Just because she isn’t made out of plastic just like all the groupies you fuck, doesn’t mean she isn’t pretty!” I banged him against the wall one more time for good measure.
Jensen swung at me, but I pushed him back. He tried to swing at me again, but Berg blocked his punch.
“Oh, no you don’t, Jensen. You don’t hit Roman! I will fuck you up,” Berg warned him.
Jensen held up his hands in surrender. I didn’t care; he couldn’t talk about Beth that way, so I punched him in the eye.
“I love her and if you ever make fun of her again, I will beat the ever-living fuck out of you. Do you understand?”
“Oi, mate. Didn’t mean to get your knickers in a pinch.” Jensen left the room, shaking his head like a douche.
“I swear I will kick his ass back to England.” I grabbed my hair in frustration.
“Roman, if it makes you feel any better, I’d bang her.” Berg gave me shit-eating grin. He meant it. I could tell.
“Yeah…don’t know if that makes me feel any better, bud.”
Okay…you can do this! It was midnight after our sixth concert. I picked up my phone and dialed the number. Why was my heart beating so fast? Why was I so nervous? I was Roman “fucking” Reed. Lead singer of Phantom. Don’t be a puss…
“Hello.”
“Hello, Eve, it’s…it’s Roman. Roman Reed.”
She laughed at me. Some rock god I was. “I know who you are, rock star. I mean, you are the only Roman I really know.”
“Sorry to call so late. But I have to know. How is she?”
“Uh, give me a second.”
I heard rustling around and a bed squeak. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, but my boyfriend is asleep, and I was reading in the bed. I needed to come downstairs to talk so we wouldn’t wake him.”
“Sorry, Beth told me you didn’t have a boyfriend. Didn’t think I would be waking anyone because Beth says you stay up till two every night reading.”
“Well…he’s new, met him a couple of days ago,” she said with a bit of pride in her voice.
“Please, Eve, tell me, how is she. The truth,” I begged. I knew girls had a code like guys, but this was a different situation.
“Officially, she is doing well.”
Okay, that meant that was what she was officially supposed to tell me.
“Unofficially?” I beseeched.
“She’s not good.”
“Fuck!” I hung my head. “Is it Andrew being at large?”
“No, we told her, but I really don’t think she has given it another thought.”
“Maybe it was because he was the only one who didn’t try something with her, you know. He was kind of indifferent, except for the time he hit her, but that didn’t bother her too bad considering.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“What else, Eve?”
“She is adjusting to her meds again. Dealing with all that happened and…”
“And?”
“Well…shit! I swear Roman if you rat me out, I will find you and light you on fire, you understand?”
Shit, I thought Phoebe was the one to fear. “What?”
“She misses you terribly.”
“How is that possible? She–she broke up with me. Why would she be missing me?” I wanted to believe what Eve said with every fiber of my soul. Could it be possible that we had a chance?
“Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, yeah? Beth told me that you never had a real girlfriend, right? You only had these celebrity trysts, right?”
“Right.”
“Why didn’t you fight for her?” she asked me.
“What do you mean?”
“You just left. Took her at her word.”
Wasn’t that what I was supposed to do? When I told someone it was over, it was over. “Eve, you weren’t there. She was so convincing. She said I reminded her of Jason. How could I stay if I did?”
“She was lying, Roman. She was just trying to protect you by letting you go. She believes you would be happier being free and touring. She thinks you would be staying with