I laugh and cry at the same time. "I was doomed from the start. He's so..."
"Oh, yeah, he's so... possessive and overprotective and unable to communicate."
"And caring."
"I'll take your word on it."
"And hot as the sun."
"Can't object to that one." She grabs a few sheets of toilet paper and wipes the messy makeup from my eyes. "I think I made it worse."
"Eyeliner was never your strong suit."
She leans down as if she's examining my face. "You want me to make sure Tom gets another black eye?"
"He was trying to help."
"Funny way of doing it."
"Same plan as you," I say. "Make Drew jealous. Pray that gets him talking."
"It worked a lot better when I did it."
"Yeah. He said he wanted to try."
She points me to the mirror. My makeup is mostly tamed. Still messy but notI've been crying over my not-boyfriend in the bathroommessy.
Meg hands me my purse. "We can sneak out now."
"Please."
* * *
Fuck my life. Tom is sitting in the lounge, checking his black eye with his cell phone camera.
And of course, Miles and Pete are next to him. An audience. Just what I need to shred whatever is left of my dignity.
Everyone looks at me like I am a poor, unfortunate creature.Poor, damaged Kara. What can we do to help her?
As crazy as Drew drives me, he never looks at me like I might break.
Meg points her finger at Tom. "If I don't hear an explanation or an apology in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to disembowel you with one of your drumsticks."
"How the hell would you?" He shakes his head. "Don't tell me. I'll have nightmares."
"You have about twenty seconds left," she says.
"Babe, I like this side of you but, maybe give him a chance to explain," Miles says.
"Forget it. Kara and I are going home by ourselves. We have had enough Sinful trouble for the night," she says.
Tom looks to Pete. "You think we'll ever find another guitarist as good as Drew?"
"No." Pete shakes his head. "Better hope he forgives you."
"Fuck that asshole. He better hope I forgivehim." Tom's attention turns to me. "You all right?"
"Not really," I say.