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

up?” I leaned against the door
jam.
    He didn’t make eye contact with me. “I like you,
Tristan….”
    “Shit, Buck, just tell me what the fuck is up,” I
said. At that moment, I didn’t care how it was making him feel to kick me out
of my home. I obviously had enough problems of my own.
    “Okay, fine. I need the rent money. You’re three
months behind. I would have evicted anyone else by now.” He handed me the
papers and said, “I’m gonna give you thirty days to
come up with it and then the eviction process starts.”
    Fuck! I hadn’t had a gig in weeks. I had like a
hundred bucks in the bank and no prospects on the horizon. I didn’t even know
how the hell I was going to pay for rehab. My very first thought was that a
hundred bucks would buy me enough cocaine and weed that, by the end of the day,
I wouldn’t give a shit.
    “Okay,” was all I said to the landlord. I closed the
door in his face. I wasn’t about to grovel to that slumlord motherfucker. I
know I’d just been saying what a nice guy he was, but that was before I was
actually looking at living in the fucking park.
    I walked back over to the couch and tried to finish
working on my song. I couldn’t concentrate though. All I could think about was
calling my guy and seeing what he could hook me up with. Shit! I had to get out
of there, but I didn’t know where else to go but a fucking bar. I suddenly
thought of Elly . I thought a ride on my bike might do
me some good. Seeing Elly might do me better. I sent
her a text.
    “I
need to get out of here. I’m thinking about scoring. Text me your address.”
    A few minutes later, she did.

 
    CHAPTER
TWO
    ELLY
    I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. I groggily reached
over to find it on my nightstand and my hand bumped into the picture of my
boyfriend…my dead boyfriend. I was tired of him judging me. He died because he
had no self-control. I’d spent months making that my problem. I grabbed the
picture and slammed it down flat. Then I finally grabbed of the phone. It was a
text from Tristan. It said that he was thinking about scoring. I sat up and
text him my address. Then I sat the phone down and wiped the sleep out of my
eyes.
    Realizing that I was hungry and Tristan might be too
when he got there, I decided to cook some breakfast before he came over. I got
up and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and pulled
my hair back into a ponytail at the nape of my neck. I had on a t-shirt and
panties, but it was hot in the apartment; Susie hadn’t turned off the heat
before she left for work. I turned it down. I’d get dressed before Tristan got
there.
    I went out to the kitchen and pulled out the stuff
to make pancakes. While I was mixing the batter, my phone rang. I was afraid
for a second that Tristan had changed his mind and he’d decided on getting high
instead. I had worried for no reason though: it was my mom.
    “Hi, Mom,” I answered as I poured the batter by
spoonful’s onto the griddle.
    “Hi, Sweetheart, how are you?”
    I was holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder. “I’m
good. I was just making breakfast. I have chorus later this morning.”
    “Mm, what are you making?” she asked.
    “Pancakes and eggs,” I said.
    “That sounds good. Is Susie having breakfast with
you?”
    “No, my friend…” I didn’t know how to finish that
sentence.
    “Your friend who?”
    “A guy that I’m sort of seeing is coming over….”
    “You’re seeing someone? That’s great, honey. Your
father and I have been so worried about you since…well, anyways, you’re a
young, beautiful girl and I’m glad you’re getting back out there.”
    “Thanks, Mom. It’s just dating for now…” I still had
guilt over the worry I put them through when my boyfriend died and I got into
drugs.
    “You’re making breakfast for him. He didn’t spend
the night, did he?” she went on to say.
    I rolled my eyes. I knew she worried, but she also
still thought I was twelve