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Inappropriate laughing is totally grounds to get us kicked out. It’s not even that funny, and I’m definitely putting this down to feeling more nervous than I expected to be.
“I’m going to stay out here, but I’m watching through the two-way mirror next door. I am theonlyone watching,” Greg emphasizes, and I realize this is my carte blanche pass to do whatever I need to. “P is restrained, so you don’t have to worry about that either, okay?”
I quickly realize that no one has Prescott’s name here. She’s literally a nobody, shoved here until they could figure out what to do with her.
I nod, lips pulling into a sneer as I realize she’s getting the royal treatment for when you fuck over someone.
Stepping into the room, my eyes find Prescott handcuffed to the table in the middle of the room. Her eyes go wide as I walk in and I hold in my sigh.
Seeing her just disappoints, especially as her lips twist into a sneer.
“What are you doing here? I thought your mother wanted to have a reunion with you?” she asks and my stomach sinks.
I need to know what she thinks was happening to me, and what my mother and Grant unthinkingly told her during “pillow talk.”
Nope, brain, please don’t think about that.
“No…” I tell her carefully. “I didn’t actually see much of my mother while I was in the mental institution. Unless you count her feeding into my supposed hallucinations.”
“Carrie said she had to pretend you were mentally unstable to get you away from the band,” Prescott says slowly, and I tilt my head, wondering if she is losing it.
“I was supposed to be Grant’s poster mental hospital patient,” I snort. “How exactly do I do that if I’m painting my nails with my mother and reconnecting with her?”
I know the moment her face changes, that it’s all a lie. Oh my god, and they call me crazy.
An ugly look passed over her, eyes narrowing. “You’ve always been so damn perfect. Lennon gets everything her heart desires, and I have a father too busy for me. I wanted to be important, and for a while I was. It was super intense, and fuck was it fun,” Prescott says, and by her face, I can tell she means the sex.
Someone please pierce my ear drums.
“Did they promise you anything in exchange for working for the label as my manager?” I ask, continuing to stand in front of the table. I really don’t want to sit. I have too much anxious energy, even as I force myself to stand still.
“They promised to give me a purpose, fuck over someone in the music industry. It’s all drugs, sex, music. You all don’t care about anyone or anything else!” she screams.
Prescott has such a skewed view of whoThe Darkest Nightswere. We may never be the same now, and that’s just the truth of it.
“We always spent time talking to our fans, our music means something to people,” I insist and she rolls her eyes. “The Darkest Nightshave donated a portion of profits to charities!”
Prescott shrugs. “Big fucking woo. You’re still completely out of touch with reality,” she says. I don’t think she has any idea how I grew up, which is a good thing.
I won’t give her any ammunition if she ever gets out of here. My privacy is important, and my past is mine.
Even Carrie O’Reilly’s failures in my childhood.
“How did you end up drugged and abandoned in Hidden Hills?” I press. “It looks like they decided to use you up and toss you out.”
I’m taunting and baiting her, hoping she doesn’t catch on. I need to change tactics, because she already thinks I’m a terrible person.
“I… you wouldn’t understand. We had rules. Very important ones, so this wouldn’t happen! I was supposed to do what I was supposed to so I could be important, show I was smart enough,” Prescott snarls, not making sense at all.
Blinking, I try to sort through what she’s telling me. God, she’s not medicated or high, but everything is garbled.
“You say you had a purpose. Can you explain what that was?” I ask, changing direction a little.
My therapy appointments have at least taught me what leading questions look like.
“Grant was working towards becoming the next governor of Kentucky, but he wanted to make real change. Once he made the connections he needed, he was going to make a name for himself as a fixer. Mental health, drug rehab, all of these institutions are a great way to put away those relatives that are a hindrance to your goals,” Prescott explains. “There’s some larger crime lords that he wanted to make some inroads with, because they wanted to look legitimate.”
Huh… Grant was really going big. I’m confused why he’d run for governor at all, other than for the people he’d rub elbows with. Xav has a large clientele in the sex trade industry, I assume, because of what happened to me.
