"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
A cool wind blew against my face and ruffled my hair. Again I involuntarily remembered last night and tears rolled from eyes, burning injuries on a face. I decided I had to get out of Roger's life and never come back, even if it hurt too much. It's just that a lot of bad things happened in my life with the drummer. I couldn't risk it, and I couldn't get Roger's act of yesterday out of my head. Especially on drunk guy becomes deranged, and it me need to? Still, as much as I love him, I need to step back and give myself a chance at a new life.
Roger awoke early in the morning in the living room. He fell asleep on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey in his arms. The blond remembered everything that happened — the fight with Tim, a broken bottle, which he threw at the guy, the attempted rape of his girlfriend, beating the former best friend.
The drummer got up and went to the phone:
— Good morning. I need you to come and clean my house right away. Yes, as quickly as possible, or Rosalie will be here soon, and she mustn't see that "— the drummer was talking to the maid as he surveyed the mess in the hall — " and another thing. My girlfriend, Miss Farlow, sleeps in one of the guest bedrooms. As soon as she wakes up, tell her things are waiting for her in the bathroom, okay? And let her wait for me. Thanks, waiting.
After that, Roger took a shower, changed into dark jeans and a black shirt, and left the house.
After buying a new dress and shoes for Eva, he quickly dropped them off at home, where the cleaning was already in full swing, and headed to the Studio to set the record straight.
He flung open the Studio doors and slumped into a chair. Freddie and Brian were discussing something, but as soon as they saw the drummer, they fell silent.
— Where is that thing?" - lighting a cigarette, asked blond have friends.
"If you mean Tim, he hasn't come yet," Brian said. Why did you beat him up?
Freddy just stared at Roger, who was frantically doing one thrust after another.
"That bastard almost raped eve yesterday. If I'd only been a few minutes late, he would have done the dirty work.
Both boys rolled their eyes. They looked at each other in silence and asked no more questions.
Suddenly, the Studio ran a team Manager and grabbed Roger:
"Taylor, have you really gone?" What did you do to Tim? He's having stitches in the hospital! What are you fighting about again?
Roger pushed Brock away and shouted:
- So. You decide now, I stay in the band or he does.
Brock froze in surprise. Something important must have happened, or Taylor wouldn't have made such a demand.
"Are you crazy?" We have a tour in a few days! cried Freddie.
"I don't care! the blond man shouted back. he stared at the Manager.
- Explain what happened! Why did you disfigure him like that?
"I want to hear his point of view, because he said something anyway," Roger said with a grin.
Brock said the bass player hadn't told him anything.
"Then I won't either." Well, how long will I wait for an answer? the blond man turned back to the Manager.
"Taylor, you're making a big mistake, believe me. If it's because of a woman,…
Don't! That scum almost raped my girlfriend! "Roger came close to Brock," and now I'm not going to be in the same band as him.
There was silence.
— I take it you choose him, don't you?" "well," said the drummer with a grin, " good — bye, then." You will not find anywhere else a professional like me. Well, Tim will soon be trying to rape your girls, remember. Good-bye! - finished guy and ran from Studio, in the end, slamming gateway so, that pieces of plaster fell with ceiling.
Chapter 9.
I slowly approached the house, as a familiar voice called out:
— You got a new dress?" You yesterday was in another!
I turned to see Emma with a folder in her hand, walking home from work, and Jim was standing there, smiling. However, as soon as they saw my face, the smile instantly changed to bewilderment:
"Eve, what is it?" Why are you covered in injuries? approaching closer to me, concerned about the friend asked.
"She fell," I said softly.
"You can't fall like that!" "don't lie to us!" Did he beat you up like that? That drummer?
"Roger had nothing to do with it," I said, lowering my head.
"Well, well. You can deceive anyone, but not me! That was the last straw! I'm going to find this Taylor and clean his face! the boy shouted and headed in the opposite direction.
— Why do you keep prying into my life?" What about Roger? Leave me alone already! I answered loudly and ran into the apartment.
— Eve! Emma cried.
I went quickly into the house and went to my room, not wanting to listen to my friend. Now Jim was going to beat Roger for something he had nothing to do with! That's fine! I'm so sick of everything! That damn Santa Barbara!
I sat down on the bed and covered my face with my hands.
Emma knocked softly on my door and asked:
- Tell me, what happened? Eva!
"Leave me alone!" I don't want to see anyone! I cried, choking with tears.
She didn't say anything, just heard the front door slam. I may have overreacted a little, but I'll apologize later. Emma will understand.
An hour later, a large bag full of clothes stood in the doorway. I counted the money I had saved for a rainy day. It was a good sum, enough for the first time to rent a room and buy food.
I put on makeup to hide the bruises and scrapes, then picked up a piece of paper and a pen.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...