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I spoke with my back turned to him. “Will you help me?” He knew my demands, no need to say it out loud again.
The lack of a reply confirmed it. He wouldn’t. And he’d be the one to regret it. “Okay,” I said, and continued walking.
He grabbed me by the shoulder, spinning me around. “Don’t, okay, just… don’t!”
I looked at him, letting the silence say more than any words could. If he helped me, I’d help him.
“My boyfriend was wrong, he said he had to leave him, he thought he wasn’t going to make it. But he’s not here. He did it. He got out.”
I tried not to let his words affect me. It was what he wanted, to feed me false hope. To make me believe that Marc somehow got out. But if there was one thing I learned, it was how lies work. They were convincing, so much so you took them as truths. I refused to let myself fall for another. Holding on to the words I shook my head. I couldn’t allow myself to believe Alex. If I did, then found out later that he lied, I’d never be able to live with it. The truth hurt too bad. If I turned my back to it now, denied it, only to have it come back to rip the wounds open later… no. I couldn’t do it. All I wanted was to move on. To forget this part of my life ever happened and… and what? I didn’t know any other way. How would I live?
I sniffled, forcing the doubts and the fears back. “I’m not staying here.” No longer caring about the tears blurring my vision, I turned my eyes on Alex. “I don’t care what I have to do. But I will get out of this place. And you will help me.”
“Well, this is a first.”
I forced tired eyes open at the sound of the well-known voice. First, I saw nothing but the white room and the narrow bed I was stuck in. Then I spotted him, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he studied me. Torn jeans, a black t-shirt that displayed the tattooed anchor on his forearm, a checkered scarf slung around his neck. I couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of him, even though he most of the time drove me nuts.
“The fuck have you gotten yourself into?”
I half scoffed, as he crossed the floor and stood staring down at me with his big black eyes filled with unspoken concern.
“Nice to see you too, Grey.”
He shook his head at me, dragged a hand through chin-long messy dark hair to get it out of his face, then looked around for a chair and pulled one over to sit next to me.
“You made my fly across the fucking country to, what, hold your hand?”
“No,” I snapped, having neither time nor energy for his annoying remarks. “I need you to get me the fuck out of here.”
He opened his mouth, confusion freezing it into a little O before he shut it again.
“Don’t ask.”
He let out a harsh laugh. “Don’t ask? The fuck, Marc?”
I sighed, knowing all too well how it sounded. But there was no time for playing twenty questions. “Do I have to fucking beg?”
He chuckled. “That’s a start, yeah.” Then his face grew serious. “This is something I would ask of you. And you’d punch me in the face for being reckless. What’s going on?”
I couldn’t help but grin at how correct he was.
“You owe me a fucking explanation.”
I ignored him. “Do you still have your painkillers at hand? Antibiotics?”
“Since when do I carry around antibiotics?”
“Then fucking steal some.”
He stared at me. “Have you lost your mind?”
“No but I’m about to lose my damn life if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”
Johnny stared at me, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fine,” he sighed after too much staring. “So, what, I’m the distraction?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but when he said it like that… What was better than throwing him out there to drag all the attention to him while I snuck out? His star-status was bound to draw attention. He was labelledHollywood’s Hottest Actorand the majority of girls agreed. Hell, even guys. Wherever Johnny went, people flocked. It was what I was supposed to be there for. To keep fans off his back. To keephimsafe. The reversed roles were not only ridiculous, it was risky. I’d be putting him in danger, but I did that by simply involving him. If Johnny knew what he was getting himself into, he’d never had come.Shouldnever have come, I corrected. He wasn’t one to shy away from danger. Hell, he was the worst trouble magnet I could think of. And here I was, throwing him headfirst into something that was so much bigger than anything we faced.
“Just do your thing,” I muttered, hating to let him get away with his idea of diversion, but what choice did I have?
