My Rock #4 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #4) by Alycia Taylor

MY
ROCK #4
    THE
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    By
Alycia Taylor
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    CHAPTER
ONE
    TRISTAN
    I promised myself before I went to sleep that I was
going to clean up the pigsty I was living in. Being that I was semi-sober, it
wasn’t as easy to tolerate as it was before. I pulled my tired ass out of bed
and, after a quick shower to wake up, I went to work. I started in the kitchen.
I didn’t have many dishes, but I realized when I was trying to wash out the
bowls I’d used for cereal, I’d have to buy more. The cereal was dried to the
sides of it and there was no way it was coming off. I tossed three of them,
along with the spoons that were sugar-glued to the sides into the trash. Luckily,
most of what else I ate came in foam or cardboard containers that I could throw
away.  
    After the dishes were taken care of, I found an old
rag and wiped down the counters and cleaned off the refrigerator. It was funny
when you sober up enough to realize how you’ve actually been living. I opened
the refrigerator and saw that there were three beers and two bottles of water
in there. Other than some ketchup and hot sauce, that was it.
    I took out the beer and opened all three of them. I
was sorely tempted to drink them, but I didn’t. I poured each one down the
drain and tossed the bottles in the trash. I realized then how nasty the
kitchen floor was. It was amazing I ever got girls to come over and have sex
with me. Besides Elly , it spoke volumes about the
type of girls I was dipping my wick into. Most of them had been too stoned or
drunk to notice their surroundings. It took much longer than it should have to
scrub the six by three foot kitchen and I was actually winded when I got done. I’d
forgotten what the floor even looked like.
    Next, I went to work on the little beat up dining
room table. Every piece of mail or paperwork I’d received or brought home with
me in the past few months was piled there. I couldn’t even tell you what most
of it was. I sat down and started sifting through it all. I found a lot of past
due bills that indicated soon I’d be living without heat or lights or water. I
also found a nasty letter from my landlord. That month would be three months
late. He was pissed and he made insinuations in the letter that he would be
looking into eviction proceedings soon if I didn’t get caught up. He was
basically a nice guy…thus, the letter. He wouldn’t be one that would enjoy
telling me that to my face. I was surprised that he let it go that long. Him
being a nice guy was probably all that stood between the street and me.
    I sorted the bills into piles of ones I needed to
pay—although I had no fucking money to pay them—and trash. The electric, gas,
and water bills were all pink. I knew that was a fucking bad sign. The trash I
threw away and the ones I needed to keep, I put into an empty drawer in the
kitchen. Then I turned back to the table. There was still a mirror on it,
covered with powder of course, and a couple of half straws. The box I kept my
weed in was there too.
    I went over and looked at the mirror first. There
was enough loose powder there that if I used the blade to scrape it into a pile,
I’d almost have a full line. A couple of days before, that and the beer would
have thrilled the shit out of me. I had dumped the coke I had in the cabinet a
couple days ago; I knew if it was there, I’d be too tempted. As I stared down
at the mirror, I wondered if I’d be able to do this, knowing that was all there
was.
    I picked it up and carried it over to the sink. I stood
there, turning it over in my head for a while before finally just turned it
upside down and letting the powder fall off