I hope it tears you apart
Every time you hear my name
I’m screaming someone else’s touch
While you drown in the blame
You had my fire, my faith, my heart
But you shattered it for the thrill
And the best part of you’s still here with me?—
Growing into what you’ll never be
The song ended, and I continued to stare at the TV, my pulse roaring in my ears. She’d called me out. She’d told millions of people about our shit. My rosebud. What. The. Fuck.
“It’s OK, man,” E said, his voice soft. “It’s just a song. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“She told everyone I pinned her down and fucked her on a dirty bathroom floor,” I said, my voice shaking, the vague memory of that night still in my head. It was the last time I’dfucked her. The last time I’d kissed her. It was just… the last time.
The song ended to thunderous applause before the arena went dark, and a music video on a massive monitor behind the back switched on.
Her new music video.
I sure fucking hope it wasn’t about me again. I’d go to her next show and punch Anson in the face just because I could. She could sing about me kicking her new bestie’s ass.
I was a little bitter.
A pretty garden came onto the screen before an image of her snuggled up to a guy I recognized. His name was Fabian Henry, and he was a big Hollywood star. Of course, he had his fucking hands and lips on my girl in the video.
You wore your chaos like a second skin
Lit up the dark, then you dragged me in
Said I was yours in a broken way
Like I could make all your demons obey
I watched you drown in a high you chased
Kissed every scar that you wouldn’t face
I gave you breath when you couldn’t breathe
But you were addicted to everything but me
I chanced a look at E, noting the eerie similarities of the song to her relationship with him, right down to him destroying shit in some of his wild rages.
He frowned and sat forward.
Good. Now he knew what it felt like.
We watched the video play, her words sending shivers down my spine. It finally ended, and the arena went black again.
I didn’t move for a moment before I looked over at E. That song had definitely been about him. The video of her leaving a drug addict, too. In the video, she’d kissed Fabian in the snow,made love to him, and talked about trying to save him before she walked away for good.
“Well, that sucked,” E muttered, scrubbing his hand down his face.
