she’s, in fact, been crying.
“Bullshit,” I snap. “What they fuck has he done to make you cry?”
“He hasn’t.” She turns away from me, but I reach for her arm and pull her back, spinning her around to face me.
“Don’t lie to me, Crystal,” I plead. “I want to help.”
“Then leave it.” She pushes away and I hear the front door open. Tate’s home.
“I won’t,” I whisper as I walk past her, exiting the kitchen. I see Tate entering, looking like a fucking mess. “Good morning.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles and Crystal appears from the kitchen, quickly glancing from me to Tate. “Crystal…” Tate speaks, not sounding at all happy. Crystal ignores him, though, and takes herself and her cup of coffee upstairs. Tate looks to me in question, but I shrug, shaking my head. “I’m going to bed,” Tate grumbles, slapping me on the back as he passes.
I exit the house, feeling angered that Crystal’s ex affects her like this. He shouldn’t be making her cry. I know Roxie told me to be careful, but I’m not having her mistreated by some dick who she left . She obviously wants nothing to do with him, so why isn’t he leaving her the fuck alone?
I want to help her and I will.
Chapter Six
The rest of the day, I spent locked in my room, binging on movies and box sets until I fall asleep. When I wake the next day, I’m desperate to get out. Luckily for me, Lacey sends a text to let me know they’re all going Roxie’s and I eagerly reply that I’ll be coming.
Another blessing is that I don’t have to go by Booker’s place to get to Mason and Roxie’s house. But I walk quickly anyway, I don’t want another lecture from Booker anytime soon. I can’t take it, I was so close to admitting everything about Troy before Tate walked through the door. I don’t want anyone knowing what he put me through.
As I arrive at the gates of the house, Mason’s exiting and he stops to let me by. “Joining the party?”
“And you aren’t?” I laugh, stepping inside the high metal guarded gates. This estate was secure before we met Lacey and Roxie, but after what went down with Joe and his twisted ways, the guys doubled the security. Especially when little Quinton was born. We cannot afford for anything like that to happen again, which is why I think I should tell everyone about Troy. Roxie kept it quiet, and then once she realized it, it was too late. Maybe I should ask her advice?
“No.” Mason laughs. “I’m going to Cole’s. I’ve had my share of girly chatter.”
This makes me laugh. While the band are recording their new album, Mason didn’t want to leave Roxie all alone with baby Quin, so Paige offered to say over and help. Only that turned into her moving in, and I suppose it’s fair because both Paige and Ria were staying at Cole’s place. Seeing as Paige is related to Roxie, it only seems right that she stay with them, but I don’t think Mason appreciates that. We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.
I don’t bother knocking because they know I’m coming. “Hello?” I call out as I enter.
“In here,” I hear Paige shout and walk toward the front room.
All the girls are here, including a stranger. “Hi,” I greet.
“Crystal,” Roxie greets, getting up and holding me tightly. She’s worried about me, and this is why I don’t want to tell everyone else, they’ll all feel sorry for me and see me as a victim.
I do not want that.
Roxie then guides me to the seat beside her on the sofa and looks to the girl I don’t know. Her hair is the color of fire, and I find it odd because red hair as natural as ours is rare. Her eyes are green and her skin pale. “This is Lola,” Roxie introduces.
“Hey Lola, I’m Crystal.” I nod.
“Hey...” she smiles, “…I see Roxie is collecting redheads.”
“Yeah, it looks that way.” I laugh.
Roxie rolls her eyes at our joke and the rest of the girls laugh along with us.
“I met Lola around a year ago,” Roxie