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to go to the police with this
    and relive the whole thing again, but I
    know I have to. He may try to contact
    me again and I’m scared to death that he
    will do just that.
    Aiden continues to hold me after I
    quiet down. I pull away once my tears
    have slowed down some and he uses his
    thumbs to wipe them away.
    “Ivy, we need to call the police on
    that bastard.” I nod my head yes and
    head to the bathroom. I look around at
    the evidence of Taron and feel sick. I
    want to turn back time and be wrapped
    in his arms. Safe in his arms. I pull my
    phone out to see if he messaged me, but
    nothing. How can a night start out so
    beautiful and turn out this ugly?

    Taron

    I should have known. She can’t be
    mine. I knew that fucking cowboy had a
    thing for her. I left her key on the bar.
    Nothing like walking in after giving the
    girl four orgasms tonight and seeing her
    wrapped into the arms of another guy.
    She was adamant about not sharing, and I
    wasn’t gone forty-five minutes before
    she filled the bed. Fuck this.
    I leave the door open, just as I
    found it. I peel out in the parking lot and
    drive around to find a place to crash. I
    will sleep in my truck tonight and then
    get the hell out of this town in the
    morning. I park near the bridge at the
    river.
    This place just brings back
    memories of holding her while we
    looked for Eaven. All of the stress of
    this fucked up night starts to really get to
    me. I get out of the truck and begin to
    scream. I yell with everything inside
    me. I keep going until my throat is sore
    and I feel completely drained. I’m sure
    that is going to be great on tour for the
    first few days, but I don’t care about
    anything right now.
    I crawl back into the cab of my
    truck and reflect on everything that
    happened tonight. How could I have
    missed this? I felt like we were on the
    same page. I know she feels for me.
    Surely she isn’t an ice queen and this
    heartless. I can’t believe I let her get to
    me like this.
    She has ripped out my heart. I
    have slowly fallen for her over the last
    few months. I have turned away girl
    after girl because I only have my eyes set
    on her, a lot of good that did me.

    I leave the river at 5:00 am and
    head to my house after not sleeping a
    single bit. I need alcohol. I will drink
    this morning and have fun on the tour. I
    won’t let her ruin me, or my time on
    tour. This is supposed to be some of the
    best times of our lives and I’m beginning
    this trip with a fucked up head. I need to
    get my head straight and cleared of Ivy.
    I manage to grab what I need and
    go back to my truck and drink it up. The
    bus will be here in less than an hour. I
    use the entire hour to get lit. I toast
    every drink I take.
    “To pussy! Pussy that isn’t
    Ivy’s!” My thoughts shift to her panties
    that I still have in my pocket. I pull the
    black strings out of my pocket and wrap
    them around my visor. I look at the
    decorated g-string and pour an even
    larger shot.
    “To quiet girls without feisty
    mouths.” This will be my new goal. I
    need girls with no personality because I
    don’t need a challenge. I decide to
    forget the shot glass at this point and
    start drinking straight from the bottle.
    “To the king!” Sure, I’ll drink to
    the king, the queen, and anyone else I can
    think of at this point. Any one that can
    help shift my thoughts away from her.
    “What king?” I can’t even think of
    a King right now. King Royal Crown
    will be the king I drink to. He and Jack
    are the shit anyway.
    I’m trashed before I know it. I
    start singing songs about heartless
    bitches and I feel a little better after each
    song.

    Talon strolls out a little before the
    time that Luke should arrive.
    “What up brother?” I say with
    pure clarity. He looks at me like I have
    five heads.
    “What the hell are you doing?
    You’re drunk the morning we’re leaving
    for a twenty-four hour road trip. Damn
    it, Taron.”
    “Oh, it will be fine. I don’t