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We were on the road for three days before we finally arrived in New York. Our first stop without Delila. I knew this was going to be hard for Maya, not that I had seen her much. She has withdrawn a lot from everyone, but attached herself even closer to Killian. Justice is dealing with it better than I would have expected, and I think that has to do with him trying to be strong for Maya. Killian and I haven’t spoken much at all since his house in New Orleans. I’ve made my decision, and I know that I have forgiven him, but now I don’t know how to go about making it known that I have. I don’t want it to look like I’m taking him away from Maya, who needs him more than I do right now—so I’ll wait. At least a little longer, until Maya is looking healthier or at the very least, she’s not using drugs anymore.
I’m walking through the crowds of people that are hanging around the front of the tent, ready to enter for our first show when I feel someone watching me in the line.
Spi
“Damn…” someone grunts under his breath, and I turn to face where it came from. I’m wearing what I’ll be wearing for my first fire scene, so the metal bralette, leather skirt and Cal, the snake. I feel bad naming it that now that she’s no longer here, but Kenan has heard from her and he has said that she has moved to somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.
My hair and makeup are done to perfection, as per usual, and my body is shining with glitter.
When my eyes land on three guys and one girl, who has epic pink hair and is holding a small belly in front of her, I smile at them all to be polite. They’re all very attractive, and would probably fit into this life had they been given a chance.
“I wouldn’t touch that…” King says, walking up behind me when he catches the guys staring at me. I thought he was talking to me until I notice he’s looking right at the guy who said damn.
“Oh, come on. When did The Brothers get so fucking greedy!” the guy says, and I can’t help but chuckle. They obviously know The Brothers to be able to say that statement out loud.
“Ignore Eli.” The pink haired beauty rolls her eyes. “He hasn’t had any pussy in months.”
Eli’s face falls, shocked at the pink haired girl’s admittance. “You are getting way worse in the second trimester.”
The pink haired girl looks at me. “I’m Tillie, this is Eli, Nate, Brantley, and Bishop.” I try not to look at all the guys for too long, knowing that she’s obviously with one of them.
“I’m Saskia,” I say, bringing my hand to hers.
“No way!” Tillie smiles. “I love that name!”
“Oh, here we go,” the guy closest to her grumbles.
“So why is she out of bounds?” Eli asks, and I can’t help but smirk at him. He’s cute. Very attractive in a pretty boy way. Very pretty.
“She’s Killian’s.” King laughs, shaking his head.
“Ah, but Killian shares!” Eli starts walking toward me and King shakes his head, his hand coming to Eli’s chest.
“Not this one.”
Shock flashes over Eli’s face as his eyes swing up to a couple of his friends. “Wow. Really? Am I really going to be the last one who is not pussy whipped out of all you motherfuckers.”
This time I can’t contain my laugh and I bring my eyes back to Tillie. “When are you due?”
She rubs her hand over her belly. “I’ve just started my second trimester. We’re having a boy, so I’m lowkey panicking that he’s going to turn out like the rest of these assholes.”
I snort again. “Well, I can’t imagine—” I freeze. Panic seizes my muscles as realization comes crashing into me in waves. “Shit,” I whisper, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
“Hey.” Tillie brings her hand to my arm, and I peer up at her. Her face falls. “Oh, shit…” The unspoken horror must have been displayed all over my face. She steps closer to me. “My car is here. Do you want me to take you to grab one?”
I can’t muster any words, so I nod my head without saying anything. She starts pulling me away when King’s voice breaks through my panic.
“Where you going? It’s forty-five minutes until the show!”
I chew on my bottom lip.
“I have a Ferrari. I can get her back in twenty.”
“What the fuck?” the pretty boy covered in tattoos snaps at her.
Tillie glares at him pleadingly, and I watch as something falls over his face and he nods, allowing us to leave. Then Tillie’s hand comes to mine and we’re moving through the sea of people. I don’t know who this girl is, but something inside of me says I can trust her. That may be her pregnancy or getting there wasn’t as easy as it looks.
She beeps a black Ferrari and I slide into the passenger seat, my knee jiggling beneath my weight. “Listen,” she says as she starts the car. “First of all, what’s the relationship with the ‘could-be’ father?”
“Rocky,” I answer, clearing my throat as she floors it onto the freeway. “When I say rocky, I mean he’s a bad man.”
She chuckles. “I know all about those kind…” Shaking her head, we pull into the next 7-Eleven and in double time, we run through the store, ignoring the cashier’s raised eyebrow at one already pregnant girl buying a pregnancy test and me dressed like a hooker.
“I don’t think I want to take it back at the bus. I need to know now.” I clutch the box in my hand, and Tillie’s long pink hair swings around as she searches for a bathroom.
“Hey!” She points to the cashier.
The young boy with glasses and teen acne freezes under her gaze. “Yes?” He looks behind himself before looking back to us.
“Where’s your staff bathroom?”
He shakes his head, shoving his glasses up his nose. “Sorry, I can’t let you back there. You will have to use the McDonald’s down the road.”
Tillie walks closer to him and the poor kid cringes beneath her glare. “Unless you want me to drop my fluid all over this floor, I would advise you to show me your fucking bathroom.”
She’s actually scary when she changes her tone, and I find myself wanting to know her. Her story.
The poor kid flicks his finger to the side of the store. “It’s right there. Please don’t. I’m not good with blood.”
Tillie rolls her eyes and takes my hand, shoving us through the doors and locking it behind us. It’s one toilet so we’re both in here.
“Okay, take it.”
I nod, ripping the box apart and taking out the test. “What are you guys doing here tonight?” I need a distraction, so I hope she can give that to me while I pee on a stick in front of someone I’ve never met before.
“Well,” she says, double checking the lock. “My man and his pack of wolves have been friends with Killian since they were babies. Something about our world and your world being best pals. I guess they always visit every time the show is here in NYC.”
Finally, I pee, and breathe in and out. “This is scary. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”
“Oh please. You should hear how I met my best friends.” She laughs, but I hear the seriousness in her tone. After wiping, I put the test on the counter and wash my hands. “How late are you?”
I cringe. “I think only around two weeks.”
Tillie nods. “I’m sure everything will work out.”
I bring my eyes to hers. “I hope so.”