My Rock #3 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #3) by Alycia Taylor Page A

walked out?”
    I didn’t think telling her that I had to stop and put my clothes on was
important. I just said, “Yeah, I just wanted out.”
    “Did he come after you, or at least call you and
find out what was going on?”
    “He chased me out into the hall. He was….okay, fine,
we were naked,” I said, mortified yet again.   Molly laughed; I could always count on her for that.
    “I’m sorry. It’s not funny…okay, it’s a little
funny. I ’m assuming you were dressed? I just have a
hard time imagining you being okay with running home naked.” She could not
suppress her giggles.
    “Yes, Molly, I was dressed,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But I got dressed fast and he was a little surprised. I should have talked to him, I know. I just suddenly felt like history was repeating itself and I couldn’t breathe…I
could hear him calling after me and I even heard him tell one of his neighbors
to mind their own fucking business. As usual with me and Tristan, it was a
lovely evening.”
    Molly was busting up laughing now. With my eyebrow raised and my arms folded I waited for her to
calm down. She apologized again as she wiped the tears from her eyes, “I’m
sorry…I’m just thinking what fun it must be to live in that building.”
    I rolled my eyes and said, “It’s not all that, trust me.” I was lying. The
sight of him fully clothed set my soul on fire. Molly
acted like she didn’t hear that anyways.
    She went on to say, “I heard a lot back when he was
famous about rehab and all that. I mean, I didn’t
really hear it, but I read a lot of those teenage rags they sell at the
supermarket. Who knows how much of it is true.   I did always wonder, especially in a case like
his where he’s so talented, what makes someone think the drugs are more
important than everyone and everything else in their life. You kind of wonder
what the trigger is for some people, you know? ”
    “I do know, from experience.” I didn’t talk about my past much, but I trusted Molly. “My first really serious
boyfriend died a couple of years ago. I was
devastated. I started doing a lot of coke, getting so
wound up that I’d have to take pills or smoke a lot of marijuana to come down. I was a mess. The trigger for me was his death…but the drugs quickly took control. Then the coroner’s report
came back and I found out that he’d overdosed on meth;
I realized then that I was hurt, but if I lived, I’d get over it. I didn’t want to die, so I told my parents what was going
on; they helped me find a rehab facility. Thank god for their support. It was a
good place and I learned a lot. I wonder sometimes how
someone like Tristan could have gone to facilities like that so many times and
still choose to use.”
    Molly put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a quick squeeze. “Wow, I’m sorry for your loss, Molly.
That had to be tough. Good for you though, cleaning up your act—you’ve got a
lot to be proud of. As far as Tristan goes, maybe whatever was driving him to
use was still a problem when he got out of rehab. It’s about forgetting things
and being numb right? It’s easy to not use when you don’t have to deal with the
situation, but if you put someone right back into it, well, you know. You used
because you didn’t want to feel the pain your boyfriend’s overdose caused you.
You were able to find a way to cope with that and you moved on. He has to have
something in his past, or even something that’s still going on now, that still
hurts him, don’t you think?”
    “Maybe,” I said. “I guess
it’s easy to look in from the outside and think someone has everything and
shouldn’t have a worry in the world yet have no idea what they’re really going
through. I try really hard not to judge people, but sometimes it’s easy to
forget that.”
    “I also read stories about his parents mismanaging
his money and giving him pills. If that’s all true, it’s really
sad . It sounds like he didn’t have any kind