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turn away. I just wanted him
to leave, I needed him to leave. I was disgusting, utterly dirty and ashamed.
    “Spirit, open – your – eyes.” His tone held no argument
and I slowly opened my eyes to him.
    He frowned as he studied me then his brows hit his
hairline as he scoffed back a choke and flew upright, “You’re fucking
ditching.”
    I lowered my eyes to the floor and swallowed heavily,
both angry and embarrassed as he read everything in my head with his piercing
eyes.
    “Fuck, Spirit. What are you on?” he spat with a tight
rage and I curled deeper into myself, mortified and hurt at his disgust.
    “Just go” I managed to grate out but he turned and kicked
the wall, his heavy boot leaving long black scuff marks on my newly painted
wall.
    “FUCK OFF!” I bellowed at him as I hugged my knees
tighter and fought desperately to fight back the tears.
    “You’re on that shit, Spirit. You’re fucking drowning in it;
I can see it in your fucking eyes.”
    “Will you just go!”
    “I can’t deal with this crap now. You stupid little girl!”
    “Well fuck off then, GO!”
    He scoffed angrily and I caught him buckling everything
back up before he opened the door and slammed it behind him, leaving me in the
empty hallway with thoughts of how shit my life was.
    Even the constant ache in my gut, ached harder. The hurt
in my heart, hurt deeper and I scrambled onto all fours as my stomach retched
and exploded all over the carpet.
    Fuck!
     
    Crawling through the hall and into the kitchen I heaved
myself up onto the worktop and reached into a high cupboard.
    “Hello, baby,” I whispered to the bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Take me away; take me somewhere nice and warm.”
    I stared at the reflection of my thin and gaunt face in
the mirrored oven door. “You are full of fucks, Spirit. Time to be happy.” I
added as I twisted the lid on the bottle and downed a quarter of it without
coming up for air.
    So much better, always so much better.
    Jack loved me, Jack always loved me. And I loved him in
return, he was the only one that didn’t judge, didn’t hold things against me. Didn’t
hate me for killing something so precious.

Chapter 3
Bulk
     
    2 MONTHS LATER
    “Come on Brent” I groaned to our manager as I watched Spirit’s
tight arse climb the steps onto the plane, her abhorrence with me was palpable
as she completely ignored me.
    “Look Bulk, I told you, I manage you both, you and
River’s Ink. They’re supporting you on the homeland tour and I’ll be fucked if
I’m gonna fork out for two travel schedules. Grow some balls and get over
yourself, it’s not like you’ll have to share a room with the chicks. What’s
your problem with them anyway?”
    He shook his head in frustration and turned his back on
me before waiting for an answer as he boarded the small private jet he had
hired for the two month tour of the British Isles.
     
    I knew that sharing a hotel, never mind rooms with her
was gonna be trouble in itself. I hadn’t been able to get the little sinner out
of my mind since she blew my mind and swallowed my cum in her dingy little
hallway.
    She was trouble, her fascination with booze and drugs made
me cautious but I couldn’t help picturing her soft lips round my dick and her
finger in my ass as her large green eyes gazed up at me. There was something
about her that had gotten under my skin but I wouldn’t entertain that shit. She
was troubled, she radiated a broken soul and to be honest what with my own, two
broken souls didn’t make a whole one, it made chaos.
     
    I swallowed my shit and made my way onto the waiting
plane. I stopped myself from glancing around the cabin as I strode straight
over to an empty seat and thrust myself into it.
    A snivel caught my attention and I turned to Boss as
tears reamed his cheeks. “Fuck off!” he snapped before I even opened my mouth.
    “Hey, no worries. They’ll see you in a couple of weeks
when we stop in Newcastle.”
    He smiled gratefully and