Текст книги "The Story Of Us"
Автор книги: Lesley Jones
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There are a few nervous laughs from the hangers on, Rocco looks at me with a sneer on his face. “Well it’s a good job I like my women dirty like her and not stuck up little cock teases like you.” He licks up the side of Haley the whores face, yuck, he’s such a pig. “Want some?” he asks me.
“Not if my life depended on it,” I reply.
He looks me up and down and moves away to the leather sofa. “Get me a beer, Whorely, and then get back here and get on your knees.”
Like the idiot that she is, ‘Whorely’ does as she’s told, with a look of nothing, but pride on her face. In that moment, I actually felt a little bit sorry for her, poor deluded girl. I notice Rocco is staring at me, he scares the crap out of me but I tilt my chin and stare back at him defiantly.
“You’re just a bit too big for your boots little girl… but I’ll show you, I’ll show you whose fucking king around here,” he sneers at me.
I shake my head and look toward the door as Marley comes walking through, Billy is behind him and as the door is held open I notice Sean and Lennon outside and it looks like they’re arguing, I start to head toward them, but Marley wraps me in his arms and gives me a big cuddle. “Baby sister, I’ve missed you, I cannot wait to get back to England, you smell like home.”
He gives me a kiss on the cheek, this is my big brother, this is the Marley that I have idolised since possibly the day I was born, he didn’t look as spaced out now and he didn’t seem as speedy, “I’ve missed you too Marls, I can’t wait to have you all back.”
Sean’s arms slide around my waist from behind and he kisses the top of my head. “Let’s get the fuck out of here babe.”
I turn around and look at him as he speaks. “What’s wrong, you okay?” He nods but I can see that he’s pissed off.
I turn out of Marley’s arms and wrap my arms around Sean’s neck. “I’m ready to go whenever you are. How are we getting to the hotel?”
“There’ll be cars waiting outside the exit, the drivers just hang around until everyone leaves and drop us wherever we want to go, the label supplies.”
“Well let’s go then.”
Sean shakes hands with all the boys from his and the other bands, I kiss my brothers and Jimmie and we head off, not before I notice Rocco glaring at me as he’s getting a blow job from Haley the whore.
There’s champagne on ice when we get back to our room and rose petals all over the bed; a bath has been run and is full of bubbles and we strip naked and jump straight in, with a glass of champagne in hand. Because the taps are in the middle of the huge bath we are able to sit at each end facing each other. We sit in silence for a while, just watching each other and sipping from our glasses. Sean gives me his lazy lopsided grin as his chocolate eyes roam over my body.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
“I’m thinking that I wanted to undress you slowly and look at you in all that sexy underwear but I’m glad that you’re here, naked, in this bath with me; I’ve missed you so much Gia. I can’t wait to get back to England. Is your Dad going to be okay with you touring with us over there?”
I smile at him, despite how long we’ve known each other, I still blush when he says anything sexual to me, I know we’ve been doing it for a long time but I still really don’t know a lot, only what he has taught me and I love that I’m enough for him, he has all these women throwing themselves at him but it’s me he wants, me he misses, me he can’t wait to get back to England to be with.
“I think my Dad will be fine, he let me come here so I’m sure Manchester or Liverpool won’t be a problem. I’ll be the perfect daughter for the next couple of weeks, you know my Dad, I can usually get my way, especially as I have Mum on my side too.”
He bites down on the left hand corner of his bottom lip. “Come up here,” he orders, fuck, his voice is all sexy and his eyes are partially closed, I love the feeling I get in the bottom of my belly when he looks at me like that. I walk on my knees toward him and kneel between his open legs.
“You know that thing, that we talked about, that you said we could try, that you said you would try for me?” I blush the colour of a tomato and nod my head. “Well I was thinking that seeing as I haven’t seen you and you’ll be going on Monday and I won’t see you again for another coupla weeks and seeing as I’m here and all nice and clean.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I promised you a blow job when I got here, pour me some more champagne and you’ll get your blow job.” I sound confident but I’m so not, we have talked about this but I’ve never been brave enough to do it, I don’t know why but to me it just seems so much more intimate than sex. Sean’s kissed me, down there, lots of times, he seems to love it and I most definitely do but I’ve never been brave enough to return the favour, but I’d already decided before I left England that tonight was going to be the night and what with the wine we had at dinner, the vodkas backstage and now the champagne, I’m feeling like I could suck for England, or do I blow, shit, I actually have no idea what I’m supposed to do.
“What’s the matter G, what are ya thinking?”
“Can we get out of here, I’ll drown if I try and do it here.”
Sean laughs and kneels up to meet me, he puts his hand to the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss “I love you Georgia Rae Layton, I love you so fuckin’ much, I can’t wait for you to finish school so we can be together all the time. So we can go to bed and wake up together every night and day, so you can come with me, wherever I go in the world, I want you with me G, by my side, always.” He kisses me gently on the mouth as I swallow back my tears.
He breaks our kiss and looks down at me. “Now get your sexy arse out this bath and give me a blow job.”
“Charming,” I reply as I shake my head at him.
We spend the rest of Friday night and most of Saturday morning, with me practising my blow job technique. I soon learn, after Sean can barely contain his laughter at my first attempt, that despite their name, they have nothing to do with blowing whatsoever. I think I will forever glow crimson when I think of the moment I held his dick in front of my mouth and just blew on it, like you would a hot cup of tea, if only it was that easy!
CHAPTER 7
The boys are busy Saturday afternoon with interviews and stuff so Sean gives me his bank card and sends me shopping with Jimmie, silly boy! By the time we get back to the hotel, loaded with bags, containing shoes, bags, perfume and a few bits for Sean and Lennon, it’s almost six and the boys are back. Sean’s sitting on the end of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together; he looks up at me worriedly as I come through the door. My first thought is that he’s pissed off with the amount of money I must’ve spent as he takes in all of the bags from the designer shops but he did tell me to spend what I like.
“All right babe, did you have a good time?” He smiles up at me but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“It was great, you should see all of the designer label shops they have here, my Mum would just love it, I got you some t-shirts, I spent about five hundred pound, is that all right?”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip as I wait for his answer. “Yeah, that’s fine, I told you to spend whatever you wanted.”
“Yeah, I know but I didn’t wanna go too mad. What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Don’t lie, what’s up?”
He looks up at me through his thick brown lashes and my stomach does a little somersault and my heart picks up speed, he looks sad and I don’t think I’m going to like whatever it is he’s got to say.
“Come and sit down G.” I drop the bags and sit next to him on the bed.
“Sean, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” He takes my left hand in both of his.
“Babe the blokes from the record label that were at the gig last night.” He lets out a deep breath. “They didn’t like me telling the crowd I was off the market, they want us, they want girls to like us so they want us all to keep quiet about our girlfriends so they don’t want me talking about you on stage and dedicating songs to you. I mean, I can sing them and I can say, this song is for Georgia or whatever, I just can’t say this song is for my girlfriend, well I can but they would rather I didn’t.”
Well that’s no big deal.
“Okay, well, that’s fine, I don’t expect you to dedicate songs to me every show I attend and if you want to, just say this song is for G, I’ll know what you mean, it doesn’t matter, honestly”.
His eyes meet mine and I know that there’s more,
“What else?” Another big sigh.
“They don’t want you in the hospitality room before the show, when the press and the fans are all in there.”
“Why, the groupies are all in there, why can’t I be?” I remember the suit talking to Lennon and looking in my direction last night now, I bet that’s what they were talking about, and I bet that’s what Sean and Len where arguing about after the show.
“I know, I know G and I told them, if you’ve flown all this way to see me, then there’s no way that you’re not coming backstage but he still said no way, backstage was now for wives and fiancés and family members only.”
He turns his head toward me, his brown eyes, with their tiny flecks of amber and gold look deep into mine, through mine, into me, my heart, and my soul. “What is it Sean, what? Tell me?”
He slides off the bed and kneels in front of me; oh God, what’s he done, is he about to beg me for forgiveness for something? “I went to the shops too while you were out G.”
“Did you?” My words come out as a whisper, I can barely breathe, I’m so scared of what he’s about to tell me, from beside him on the bed, he lifts a box and opens it.
Fucking hell.
I want my Mum.
“I was going to wait and ask your Dad properly and do this once we are back in England but I’m not having you barred from the hospitality rooms before the show, we always knew we would do this, this is just a bit sooner.”
I want my Dad.
I want to cry.
“Georgia Rae Layton, I’ve loved you since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers, you are my world. I know we’re young, but I love you Gia, I want to make beautiful babies with you. I know people are going to be against this but they don’t know what we know, they don’t feel what we feel, I want to grow old with you G, I want to marry you. Please, would you do the honour of becoming my Wife?’
It’s a ring.
It’s a big fat fuck off diamond ring.
He’s bought it.
For me.
He wants to marry me!
I wipe a tear from my cheek that I didn’t realise had escaped; I look from the ring up to his eyes and nod.
My Parents are going to kill me.
Then my brothers will probably kill me too.
And then they will kill Sean.
Shit, my Dad and my brothers.
Will kill Sean…
“Georgia?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m shitting myself here G.”
“Yes, yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you, yes!”
I wipe more tears from my face as he slides the solitaire diamond ring along my shaking finger, it fits perfectly. I look down at my hand.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it, is it white gold?”
“No, it’s platinum, two carats of diamond.”
“Two carats? Sean, it must of cost a fortune.”
“It fucking did!” He laughs, I don’t know why he laughs but I laugh with him.
He brushes my tears off my cheeks with the back of his hand and pulls me down onto his lap so that I’m straddling him and kisses me gently on the mouth. “But I love ya G so it was worth it, especially now you’ve become so good at BJ’s, we have about fifty minutes before we leave for the venue, any chance of a quick shag?’
“I reckon two carats of diamond has got to be worth a quick something.”
We have the quickest quickie ever, shower, change and make it downstairs to the bar only ten minutes late; the rest of the boys are waiting and moaning about us being late. We have decided to tell no one except the rep from the record label about our engagement. Sean wants to get back to England and speak to my Dad before he tells my brothers or anyone else and I’m fine with that. I’m more than fine, I’m crapping myself at what my brothers are going to say so the longer we can keep our news secret, the better as far as I’m concerned.
CHAPTER 8
The record label rep isn’t impressed with Sean’s news and has asked if it can be kept quiet until after the album launch, which suits us fine, he in turn agrees to keep it quiet from the rest of the band and allows me back into the hospitality room, before and after any shows.
The rest of our time in Spain goes far too quickly and all too soon we are back at the airport; the band are leaving for Germany that afternoon and Sean has promised to call me tonight to let me know they’ve arrived safely, we kiss, I cry and eventually Jimmie and Lennon drag us apart so that we can board our flight. I desperately want to meet up with him in France next weekend but we have our English O level exam on Monday morning so I know there isn’t a lot of chance my Mum and Dad are going to say ‘yes’, but I can try. If not, it will only be one more week and the boys will be home for two whole weeks before they start the UK tour and the album is launched, and in between all of that, we will announce our engagement. Engaged! I’m sixteen, about to leave school and I’m engaged, to be married, to Sean McCarthy, the only boy I have and will ever love.
By the time I get home Monday, I’m exhausted, I chat with my parents at the dinner table, I don’t really want to eat but my Mum has gone to a lot of trouble and cooked salmon, my favourite, so I make the effort. Eventually I make my excuses and go up for a shower, I wash myself as quickly as possible in case Sean rings and I miss it, I throw on my jarmies and lay on top of my bed with my music playing down low so I can hear the phone. We’re lucky in our house, we have four phones but none of them are in my bedroom, the nearest is on the landing, a whole five steps away. I keep my bedroom door open and try to do the same with my eyes but I must lose the battle as the next thing I remember is waking up to bright sunlight, on top of my bed with a blanket over me, my bedroom door is closed. I turn and look at my clock radio, it’s six thirty eight in the morning. I jump up and run down stairs, my parents are both sitting out on the patio drinking coffee.
“Morning Princess,” my Dad says looking up from his paper, he folds it and holds his arms open for me to go and sit on his lap. It’s a routine we’ve followed for my entire life but he’s rarely here in the mornings now as I get up so much later. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Morning Daddy, Mum, did Sean ring last night?”
“No babe, we came to bed about eleven and you were soundo, so I turned off your music and covered you with a blanket.” She tilts her head and looks at me. “Marley or Lennon didn’t call either; perhaps the boys were just tired after all the travelling and had an early night.”
“Yeah, perhaps.” But I knew they hadn’t, even then, I knew something wasn’t right but until the call came, I had no idea how very far from right things actually were and how wrong things would now always be.
I heard nothing at all until Thursday night; I’d given up waiting for Sean’s call for another night and was just at the top of the stairs on my way to bed when the phone rang, I stared at it for a few seconds before picking it up.
“Hello.”
“Georgia?”
“Sean, what’s wrong?”
“I love you G.”
He was crying.
“Sean, what’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry G, I love you, just know that, just hold on to that fact, I love you, I will always love you.”
“Sean, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong…?”
I was crying myself now and almost screaming in complete panic at him down the phone.
“I love you G, always, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, it will always only ever be you.”
“Sean, Sean?”
The line went dead.
I held onto the phone as I slid down the wall, my legs couldn’t hold me up, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it throughout my entire body; I don’t know how long I’d been sitting there when my Mum slid down the wall next to me, I became aware of the phone bleeping, still in my hand. My Mum took it from me and placed it back on the hook.
“What’s wrong George, what’s wrong with Sean?”
I shook my head at her, and then I shrugged. “I don’t know but I have a feeling it’s something bad. Mum, can Dad get the number of the hotel and talk to Lennon, something’s wrong and I’m really scared.” I threw myself into her arms, I felt sick with fear and I just wanted my Mum.
“Shush baby girl, what did he say? Frank, can you get up here.”
My Dad was there in an instant. “What the fucks wrong, who was on the phone, Georgia, who’s upset ya Princess?”
“Daddy, please phone Lennon, I can’t remember if they are in France or Germany or in a hotel or on the bus, I can’t remember but something’s wrong, something’s not right, Sean was crying and saying sorry, find out for me Daddy, find the boys and sort it out for me, please.”
My Dad was kneeling in front of me and I was gripping his shirt in my fists, I had tears but I wasn’t actually crying, I was hysterical but I had no idea why!
“Calm yourself down Princess, I will make some calls and see what I can find out, you know the boys, they’ve probably had too much to drink and are just messing about, go and get into bed and I’ll have it all sorted out by the morning.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to wait up, I won’t sleep, I need to know he’s okay, that they’re all okay.”
My Dad cupped my face in his hands and kissed my forehead, he was my Dad, I was his Princess, he would make everything right, and he always did.
I curled under a blanket on the sofa with my Mum, my Dad made calls for what seemed like hours, at about two in the morning he came and sat in his favourite armchair with a coffee in his hand. “I’ve left messages everywhere George, with the record label and with the lawyers, they landed in France this morning, they have a night off tonight and I’ve called the hotel but none of them are in their rooms. If there was anything wrong, with any of the boys, Lennon would have called, I know he would.” I nodded at him, despite what he said, I still had this horrible knot of dread pulling tight in my stomach.
“George, let’s go and get in bed, Dad will wait up for the phone and come and get us when someone calls.” My Mum looked exhausted but I knew she wouldn’t go to bed unless I did, she held out her hand to me and I took it, following her up the stairs to my bed, we both got in and I laid with my head on her chest like I used to when I was a little girl and let the slow steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the familiar smell of her Dior perfume soothe me to sleep.
I woke to the sound of my Dad shouting, the sun was streaming through my bedroom window and I blinked a few times as I looked around my room. Glancing at my clock I noticed it was just after eight fifteen, I’d actually managed to sleep quite a long time, I suddenly heard what sounded like my Mum crying and my stomach lurched. I flew out of bed and down to the kitchen, it was full of my Dad’s blokes, I don’t know exactly what they did but they’d all been working for him for as long as I can remember. My Dad was talking on the phone and pacing the kitchen floor, the lead stretched from the wall past Marcus, my Dad’s lawyer where he was sitting at the breakfast bar, Nick was sitting next to him. He drove my Dad around sometimes, standing talking to him was Tony who looked after security at a couple of pubs my Dad had recently bought and standing in the middle of the room, with his arms wrapped around my Mum as she cried into his chest, was my Dad’s brother, my uncle Fin. The whole room fell silent when I walked in.
“Mum?” My Dad’s eyes shot up to meet mine and he looked me up and down, I’d jumped out of bed in such a hurry and not expecting a house full of men, I hadn’t thought about the fact I was wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of knickers. I blushed as I knew my Dad would be angry, he was very old fashioned about what I wore, even around the house.
“For fuck’s sake Georgia, go and put some clothes on!”
“What’s going on, Mum, why are you crying?”
My Dad raked his hand through his hair, I noticed he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes and he hadn’t shaved. “Get some clothes on George, we’ll talk then.”
I turned to walk up the stairs and as I did I heard Marcus say, “What are you going to tell her?”
“I have no fucking idea,” Dad replied and the knot of dread and fear pulled even tighter in my belly.
I threw on a pair of joggers and an old sweatshirt of Sean’s that I’d never washed, it smelt more of me now than it did of him but I refused to let my Mum wash it regardless. I was back down in the kitchen in less than a minute, everyone’s eyes were back on me as I re-entered the room; my Mum was sitting down at our big dining table drinking a cup of tea, my Dad gestured with his chin. “Sit down George, we need to talk.”
I shook my head, I was so scared, my feet were rooted to the floor, so many thoughts were rushing through my mind. “Daddy, did one of the boys die, is Sean or Marley dead Daddy?”
He rushed toward me and held me in his big arms and I sunk into his chest, he squeezed me tight, then walked me over to the dining table and sat me in the chair next to my Mum, she reached out and held my hand, I looked from her to my Dad, who was now sitting the other side of me. I wanted to hear the words, I wanted someone to tell me what had happened but at the same time I didn’t, if they were going to spoil my perfect life, my perfect love and my perfect future, then I didn’t ever want to hear them, I could see my Dad was struggling, he rubbed his hands over his dark stubble continuously.
“Georgia, there’s been some trouble… ”
“NO!” My Dad roared at Marcus as he started to speak, “I will do this, you keep the fuck quiet.”
My Dad was a big man, six feet three or four I couldn’t remember which, I just knew that whenever I bought him a shirt as a gift he needed an eighteen collar to fit his chest, he was a big man but until that moment, I’d never, ever in my life been scared of him, he took my free hand in his. “Look George, there’s no easy way to say this, there’s been some trouble on the tour, the boys got into Paris yesterday, checked into their hotel and ended up having a bit of a party around the pool, things got a bit wild and it ended up back at Marley’s and Sean’s room, some allegations have been made and Sean and Marley have been arrested”
“What?”
“Things just got a bit out of hand, I’m gonna fly over there this afternoon with Marcus and some legal geezers from the record label and try and sort this mess out.”
“Arrested for what, what did they do, was it drugs?” My Dad looked down at our joined hands and I followed his stare, my Mum reached over and put her hand on top of Dad’s so the three of us were touching, I looked back up at my Dad and he shook his head.
“Rape, Georgia, they’ve both been charged with rape and a few other lesser things.”
Rape?
“What, rape? Na, na, no way, this is Marley and Sean Dad, they wouldn’t rape any one. Why would they? Why would Sean?”
“I don’t know all the details, they’re not telling us much over the phone, that’s why I need to get there with the briefs and sort things out.”
Rape. I was numb, what on earth could have happened that would’ve led to a rape charge? “I’m coming with you.”
“NO!” My parents both said at the same time.
“No George, I need you to stay here and look after your Mum, we’ll have this sorted in no time, once we do, then we’ll get you over to see them, besides, they’re holding them in cells at a Police station right now. Let me go and get it all sorted, then perhaps you can fly over next week, once your English exam is out of the way.”
He rubbed his thumb over my cheek, then lent forward and kissed my nose, before standing and heading off to the shower. I sat at the dining table, staring blankly at my Mum’s hand holding mine, I felt sick, I felt scared, I felt a little bit angry and for the first time ever in my life, I doubted my Dad’s ability to be able to make everything right. The front door bell rang and I jumped, my Mum stood from the table, squeezing my shoulder on her way to answering the door.
I could hear my Mum talking quietly to someone, then Jimmie appeared in front of me. “George,” is all she said as I stood from the table and we hugged.
“What a fucking mess George, I didn’t know until early this morning and I didn’t want to call, in case you hadn’t heard, she’s a fucking bitch, I don’t believe a word of it.”
My stomach hit the floor and my heart stuttered in my chest. “Who Jim?” She looked from me to my Mum and frowned.
“Who Jim?” I repeated.
“Haley the whore.”
“It’s Haley the whore who’s saying she was raped. How? Why would she say that, was… was she in their room Jim?” My best friend steps toward me and in my head I’m begging her not to lie to me but in my heart, I’m begging her to protect me from the truth.
“Let’s go up to your room George.” I let out a deep breath and follow her up to my bedroom, I’m freezing so I climb under the quilt and Jimmie joins me.
“I won’t lie to you George, this is what Lennon told me; the boys left Spain Monday after us, they had no gig that night and all went to a party that Rocco threw in his room, Len said it was madness, women, drugs and drink, the usual KR sort of a do, the room was trashed and everyone was suffering the next day.”
“Including Sean?” I don’t know why I ask, I know what the answer is going to be.
“Including Sean and the rest of the band,” she nods as she speaks. “They played so bad that night that Len orders them straight back to their room Tuesday night and bars any calls from being made from their rooms so that they can’t order in booze or drugs or girls. Wednesday they are on lock down and only allowed to rehearse and sound check, then straight back to the room after the show. They flew into Paris Thursday morning and Marley and Lennon have a big bust up. Marls goes straight to the bar with Rocco and the rest of KR, Sean joins them after a while, they take over the pool area, Rocco calls up girls from everywhere. Apparently Haley flew in around lunch time and started partying with them and was all over Sean and Marley, and they all went back to their room at about seven o’clock, they were all pissed and all off their tits on Charlie, whizz and trips. Next thing Len knows is Haley’s on the landing, screaming the place down, stark bollock naked and saying that she wants the Police called because Sean and Marley have taken it in turns to rape her. Hotel management call the Police, everyone makes statements and Maca and Marls are taken away.”
She’s still talking as I jump off the bed and into my bathroom and throw my stomach contents down the toilet, Jimmies behind me, holding my hair back, then rinses out a flannel and puts it on the back of my neck. I stay on my knees for a few minutes and wait for the room to stop spinning and Jim passes me a glass of water, I rinse my mouth and spit into the toilet, before sitting back down on my bed.
“Why was she in their room?”
“I don’t know George, I only know what I’ve told ya, nothing else, Lens gonna ring here as soon as he knows anything, he’s not been allowed to speak with the boys yet but he said the label are flying their lawyers out there.”
I nod. “Yeah, my Dad’s going too.”
“Why was she in their room Jim, I just can’t see why she needed to be there? Unless they were all shagging.”
“Don’t George, don’t do this to yourself until we know all the details, this is Whorely we’re talking about, she would do anything for her five minutes of fame, you know that.”
“Yeah and I also know that she’s been after Sean forever and I also know that Sean should never have had a girl in his room, if Marley bought her back, then he should have gone to Len’s room, not stayed there with them, with her.”
I was angry now, fuck him, if he wanted the rock and roll life style, then fuck him, he could have it but there was no way I was going to sit at home like the dutiful little wifey while he shagged whores and snorted lines of coke. Serves him right if he was locked up, there was no way I was flying out to be with him now, let him sweat a bit. I went over to my bedside drawer and pulled out my engagement ring and held it up to Jimmie. “He proposed Jim, Saturday night before the show, he asked me to marry him, we were keeping it secret until he got home and could ask my Dad and we could do it properly.”
I looked from my best friend to my ring. “Oh my god George, it’s huge, put it on.”
I couldn’t, not now. I shook my head. “No, no way, until he’s stood in front of me and gives me his version of events, until he looks me in the eyes and tells me nothing happened with that slut, then I don’t want to talk to or hear from him.”
“Don’t be stupid G, you don’t mean that.” She laughs nervously at me.
“Oh I fucking mean it Jim, this is only the start, they’ve not even made the big time yet and already there are problems with whores and coke, if that’s the life he wants, then he can take it, I won’t be waiting at home for him while he does all that shit.”
“George, he wouldn’t, he loves you, he wants to marry you, fucking hell, don’t be so harsh, it was probably all Marley’s fault anyway, you saw him at the weekend, he’s so charlied up all the time, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Even as she spoke I could feel the little man in my chest, with his trowel, his bricks and his little pile of cement, he was building a wall around my heart, to protect it from what was to come.
The next few days were horrible, the worst I had ever endured in my short life, days that would change me forever.
My Dad and the lawyers had the boys out of custody and performing on stage by Friday night. I heard nothing from Sean all day Saturday, my Dad phoned Saturday afternoon to tell us that Haley had withdrawn the allegations and had actually admitted to being the owner of all the drugs that were found in the room. The boys had no gigs until Wednesday night in Stockholm so straight after the show Saturday night, they were going to fly back to England for a couple of days, I thought Sean would have phoned before they left but I heard nothing and was becoming more and more pissed off with him.
