I stayed on the outskirts of the crowd, afraid Kill might notice me. Seeing him in his element, showed me he’d already moved on. As hard as it was to admit, I was happy for him. He deserved to have his dreams come true.
I kept telling myself,One more song, and then I’ll disappear. And when I left, I promised myself I would push Kill into the furthest part of my brain. So much for promises... I ended up staying until the end of the show.
After Kill thanked the crowd for coming out to see them, and they’d made their way offstage, everyone, including me, stayed glued to the floor. No one was ready for the magic they’d woven to disperse just yet.
The crowd began chanting for the JackholeS. My eyes were locked to the stage, silently willing them to come back, so I could get one more look at him. The front of the crowd burst into a screaming fit, letting me know my wish had come true. I got up on my tiptoes just in time to see the boys coming back onstage.
Kill bent and gave the front row high fives and knuckle bumps as my heart beat wildly. “Alright, shut up. We're back.”
Everyone laughed, and there were several women shouting, they loved him. “Love you too,” he replied in the direction of the screams.
His announcement made the females in the audience scream even louder.
“Okay, we have a new song we’ve been working on, and I thought maybe we could try it out. What do you think?”
The whole building shuddered from the sheer force of everyone screaming at once.
“This song's about the woman who shattered my heart,” he said as he ripped his t-shirt open to reveal a tattoo on his chest, right above his heart.
It was bigger than the one on my wrist, and I wasn’t close enough to see the detail. But I knew with all my heart it was a perfect match to mine.
The crowd was a mixture of women screaming they loved him and would fix his heart, and men chanting the word heartbreaker. Unfortunately for me, the male chant won out, and soon the whole crowd was chanting, “Heartbreaker!” in unison.
My eyes watered, and my stomach clenched painfully.
I wanted to run, but my body was frozen in place, curious to hear the song he’d written about the girl who broke his heart. The one currently hiding in the back, trying not to vomit on the crowd.
Van started the beat Jet and D came in next. The rift was harsh and mean, and I could feel the pain coming from each note. When Kill wrapped his fingers around the microphone, his knuckles turned white from his grip. His eyes were closed as he leaned in close, so every syllable would be amplified into the crowd. His jaw clenched, making his dimples flash. And then he opened his mouth
I thought my faith was broken
when I pulled it in my heart
but that was just a memory
never broken from the start
She offered me redemption
while dragging me to hell
one taste of my addiction
and willingly I fell
She pulled me down
She pushed me away
what else can I say
but get out of my head
cause, I can't wish you dead
but I can banish you from my soul
Her broken lies were used to fake me
