Chapter 37
Maddy
A soft glow illuminates the room, and I realize I have Jett’s phone in one hand and mine in the other.
Was Jett’s going off all night? Is that why I grabbed it in my sleep?
I know he’d never set an alarm this early, unlike mine, lighting up because it’s nearly six and I have to start getting ready to head to set already.
I crack my eyes open wider. Jett’s phone is lighting up because … Lily is blowing him up? Why?
I open the text thread to see if I need to wake him up, and my heart sinks into my stomach. There it is. The other shoe.
Apparently, she’s been texting him since just after we fell asleep. She’s still awake?
Lily: ‘Jett, can you please come to room 809?’
Lily: ‘Jett? Plz? I need you.’
The fuck?
Lily: ‘I’m going crazy, I can’t sleep, Jettttttttt.’
She’d better be asking for a fucking sleeping pill.
I bring both phones to the bathroom and flick on the light to make sure I’m not having a nightmare, rubbing my eyes so hard tiny specks blur my vision. I release the shakiest inhale as my blood rushes through my ears, setting down my phone to look back at his.
Lily: ‘She’s asleep, plz, just cum down here. I’ve waited long enough.’
My fingers tremble as I scroll up to see if there are any incriminating texts sent by my boyfriend. It is all very kosher, very, ‘Meet for sound check at this time.’
Oh, this bitch is getting something rammed down her throat, all right, and it sure as hell isn’t Keane.
My fists tightly clench up my sides as I assess myself in the mirror.
I feel an epic Baby Morningstar tantrum, likely the worst ever, coming on, and I don’t have time to do my God damn makeup.
I throw my hair in a high ponytail, quietly scramble in the dark for Jett’s ‘90s style, navy Adidas tracksuit he wears when we are traveling that smells like him, and slip on some Vans.
I grab my go bag and sneak out the door with both phones vibrating in my hands, from my anger, not from anyone calling.
My vision blares red as I storm out of the elevator and slam my fist into the door that reads room 809. I hear her little footsteps jogging to the door, and as soon as she opens it, she is slammed against the entry wall, my fist still pressed against the door, holding her there.
“Oops, my bad,” I say, releasing my fist from the door and rubbing my pink knuckles. I fly into the room seething, drop my bag, and wait for her to recover. She closes the door, and walks over to me, where I stand at the foot of her pathetic, lonely ass bed covered with crystals and weed pens.
Assault charges! Touch her and you’ll get charged, Baby!
The little voice in my brain, that’s at maybe a two out of ten volume, isn’t winning the fight against my heart, and I have watched thousands of horror films. I know a million different ways to end a bitch. I hold up Jett’s phone.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Lily stammers, “I-I have paid my fucking dues, Maddy!”
I start to crowd into her space. “I’m sorry, did you sign a contract that stated you play a certain number of gigs and you get to fuck my boyfriend?”
“It-it’s a given! First Shara, then AnnaBella.” Her voice shakes. “Now me.”
I take two steps closer. “I get that was his pattern. But we weren’t together when he hired you.
If he wanted to fuck you, he would have, and he didn’t.
I think maybe you missed the memo.” I spin around, lift my jacket, and show her my tramp stamp.
“Jett begged me to get this. Jett paid for this. I’m his, and I’m not going anywhere. ”
I feel her wobbly fingers slip around my ponytail, pulling hard. In true Jett’s Girl fashion, I reuse his line, “Oh, good, I was hoping you’d do that.” Thanks for the self-defense excuse, bitch.
I spin towards her, and her hand twists, loosening from my hair.
I stalk her until she falls ass first on the big, white bed with a white leather headboard, hissing as a chunk of amethyst stabs her tiny butt cheek.
I climb up, hovering over her, knees straddling her bony hips.
I grab her wrists and thrust them down on the bed above her.
She may be taller than me, but definitely not stronger, and I know if Jett walked in right now, he would make a crass comment about how hot this looks, but I’m certainly not in the mood to hear anything like that.
My vision is still smeared with red-hot anger, and I grasp her wrists tighter to deter myself from punching her or grabbing her throat.
“Jett could’ve had you, and avoided you instead. He doesn’t want to touch you with a ten foot pole! No, he hired you, not sure why, then fucked me and immediately said he wanted me to have his babies.”
“That’s because you’re Max Morningstar’s daughter. Everyone knows that’s the only reason he wants you, Maddy. Be serious. A Morningstar spawn would give him a permanent rock ‘n roll throne for the rest of his life, and that’s all Jett cares about!”
I swear I’m a nice person, I am, but someone must’ve muted that voice of reason that was barely audible before, and I snap.
Rage bubbles up from the pit of my stomach and rises, burning my esophagus, snipping my last thread of self-control.
My right-hand flies off her wrist, and her arm is immediately up as she yanks on my ponytail as my fist reels back.
Her eyes widen as my fist propels forward straight into her throat. Damn, that felt good.
I peel myself off her, standing as Lily coughs, sputters, and clutches her neck.
“Jett told me he loves me more than he loves himself, which is saying a hell of a lot considering how hard he worked for that love after all the years of bullying and self-loathing. So clearly, you’re full of shit.
” I tug my sleeve up to reveal the mine bracelet from Jett that I never take off.
“Go ahead, show me your tattoo and your bracelet that Jett bought to show his claim on you. I’ll wait. ”
Still holding her throat with one hand, Lily stands up, but I see her pathetic right hook coming and stop it inches from my face.
I grip her wrist so hard she lets out a hiss, and I twist. Her face doesn’t look so pretty now that she’s in pain, now that she’s been put in her place.
I can tell I’m able to snap her wrist and might, any second now.
Her hoarse voice is even more pathetic than her face.
“Don’t you dare! You’ll ruin your precious Jett’s Halloween show if he doesn’t have a drummer.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re already as good as fired, babydoll.
Kennedy played drums in a Nirvana cover band for years.
I’m sure he’ll practice Jett’s songs for a few hours and play tonight, and perform a million times better than you ever could.
” I hear something crack and finally release her toothpick wrist. I pick up my bag, and she starts to lunge at me, so I hurl it at her solar plexus.
She goes flying ass first back on the bed as I turn on my heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
It isn’t until I’m down the lift, out of the lobby, into my hired car, and about ten minutes into traffic on my way to set when I finally stop shaking long enough to feel around for my phone.
Fuck! I must have dropped our phones in that little bitch’s room.
I scream at myself internally, leaning forward on the leather to check the time on the dash.
I don’t have time to go back, dammit! Jett will just have to retrieve them while he’s in there, firing her ass.
God, I wish I could be there to witness that.