Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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Without answering, Annie began to cry.
“My God, what happened?” Lacey asked, sitting on the bed beside Annie. “Didn’t you see Michael?”
Annie nodded and wiped at her cheeks.
“Did you get into a fight?”
Annie continued to sob.
“Look, if you want to be alone, then I’ll leave, Annie. But if you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”
Annie sighed loudly and walked to the window. “I caught Michael with a girl,” she said, her voice no more than a whisper.
“Oh, Annie. I’m so sorry,” Lacey consoled, as she slid an arm around her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I mean, I should have known, considering the reputation he had when I met him. I had heard rumors of him cheating after I had my accident, but he denied all of it then. Seeing the truth for myself now is a completely different story. But what really bothers me is, I truly believed he was a different man with me. I thought he had changed.”
“Annie, I'd have to say 99% of the men in this business are cheating pigs. On some level they think they're entitled because of who they are.”
Annie dropped her head. “He says that he loves me, Lacey, and that he’s never felt that with anyone other than me.”
“I’m sure that’s all true. But, I’m also willing to bet he believes what he does with other women has nothing to do with the relationship he shares with you. Somehow they’re able to departmentalize it, keeping the relationships between the wives and the girlfriends separate. Did you confront him about this?”
Annie forced a laugh. “I called him a few choice names and left. He wanted to talk but I didn’t want to.”
“Maybe you should talk to him, get it out in the open, so you can resolve it.”
Annie went back to the bed and lay down on top of the flowered quilt. “I don’t think it would help. When we got married, I only asked for two things from him, honesty and fidelity. He’s failed at both.”
She rolled onto her side and faced Lacey. “Truth is, I didn’t want to marry him. I told him it wouldn’t work. He’s been a player for too many years. I’d be insane to think a man like that could change. Now, here I am stuck in a situation that I don’t know how to get out of. I love him so much, Lacey, but that obviously isn’t enough. I don’t have the strength to play his games. I’ve got to start thinking about my health and this baby.”
“You’re right about that, but I do think you should give him another chance before you go hiring a divorce lawyer. At the very least, you need to talk it through.”
Annie shook her head. “I’m not ready for that yet. I need to put some space between us.”
“Well, the tour ends soon. After that, you can head back to Boston or to the Vineyard with him and work on your relationship.”
Annie quickly shook her head. “I’m not sure I want to go anywhere with him. Maybe I’ll go back to New York and stay with Taylor. I can take some time to figure out what I want to do. Michael has several more weeks of recording left and I know he can’t leave those sessions, so I can take my time to sort through everything.”
“Yes, I suppose so, but sooner or later you know he will come looking for you.”
“Yes, I know.”
Over the next several days, Michael was relentless in his efforts to contact her, even flying to Los Angeles to see her. Finally, Annie called Brian on his cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Brian, it’s Annie.”
“Are you looking for Mike? I think he’s next door in his room. I can get him for you, if you want.”
“No! I don’t want to talk to him.”
“Okay,” he replied, shutting the door to his room, the angry texture to her voice unnerved him. “What’s going on?”
“I want you to deliver a message for me,” Annie said, rage pitching her voice an octave. “Tell him to to stop trying to contact me. When and if I want to talk to him, he'll be the first to know! In the meantime, if he doesn't leave me the hell alone, I'll have a restraining order slapped on his ass.”
“Jesus, Annie, what the fuck is going on?”
“You expect me to believe he hasn’t told you? Get real, Brian. I know how you two are! One of you doesn’t piss without the other having to know about it.”
“Annie, I haven’t talked to Mike in about two days. He told me he was sick and wouldn’t be able to record for a while. So, even though it’s screwing up our schedule, I decided to leave him alone. I figured he just needed a break or something.”
“Well, then, I guess you two have some catching up to do because Michael isn’t sick. He’s been lying to you.”
“Then why don't you tell me what's going on.”
“Nope. I’ll let him do the honors. I’m sure he’ll make it sound much more colorful than I ever could. Just deliver my message!”
Annie hung up the phone before Brian could respond. Immediately, he went next door to Michael’s room and opened the door without bothering to knock. Michael was stretched out on the bed, pillows propped up against the headboard, wearing nothing but a pair of worn jeans, aimlessly clicking through the television channels.
“Okay, asshole. What the fuck did you do now?”
“Excuse me?” Michael asked, keeping his eyes on the television.
“Your wife just called me.”
Michael shut off the television and faced Brian. “She called you?” he asked quietly.
Brian narrowed his eyes in anger. “She asked me to deliver a message.”
“What did she say?”
“She said to stop trying to contact her or she’ll slap a restraining order against your ass.”
Michael’s eyes fell to his lap as he nodded in understanding.
“Care to tell me why she’s so pissed off?”
“No, not really,” Michael replied.
Brian sat in a chair across from the bed. “I’m not leaving until you tell me,” he stated, folding his arms over his chest.
“It’s really none of your business.”
“When your wife starts calling me and asking me to deliver messages, it becomes my business.”
Michael tipped his head back against the wall. “I fucked up.”
“How so?”
Michael lifted his head and turned toward Brian. “She caught me with Jill the other night.”
Brian stepped toward the bed, hands on hips. “You fucking idiot! I ought to kick the shit out of you. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I was bored and the next thing I knew, Jill was knocking on my door.”
Brian paced the floor huffing angrily. “You know, if I had what you have with Annie, the last thing I would be doing was Jill. And the truly sad thing is, I bet this isn't the first time you've stepped out on her. Am I right?”
“No, you’re wrong about that,” Michael answered quickly. “Jill was the first and, not that it matters, it was only a blow job.”
“You’re a dickhead, man, and Annie would be smart to dump your stupid ass. She obviously can’t handle this kind of shit so why would you risk losing her by doing it? Need I remind you of the shower incident, and how she freaked after she found out about that? For that reason alone, you should have kept your dick in your pants!”
“You’re not going to make me feel any worse than I already do.” Michael shook his head. “I don’t deserve her.”
“Grow up, Mike, before you lose the best thing that's ever happened to you. And, for God's sake, leave her the hell alone until she cools off. Let her make the next move, okay? I really don't want to bail your ass out of jail.”