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My heart rate accelerated. I needed to do something to make him see that the band was more important than the fucking fairy tale he thought he had going on with my sister.
Please bear in mind I was eighteen, stupid, and selfish. We’d worked so fucking hard to get the band to where it was and we were so close to seeing all our dreams come true. I just couldn’t see beyond that. I’m not trying to make excuses for how events unfolded that night, or the part I played in them, but I was manipulated as much as Maca was. I may not have been innocent, but I was set up the same as he was, and I’ve never forgiven myself for what happened over those next few hours.
If I hadn’t behaved like a selfish little prick, I have no doubt that Sean and Georgia would’ve been happily married with a family, years before they ever were. Everything would’ve been different. They would never have been out on that icy street on that freezing cold December afternoon, and I sure as shit know that my best friend and my nephew would still be alive today. I live with this every single day of my fucking life, but being the wanker that I am, I will never let my sister know the part I played in changing the course of her life. I lost her once for a few years, and if she knew the truth, I know without a shadow of a doubt, I would lose her forever.
CHAPTER TWO
1985
A few hours later, we got kicked out of the pool area after numerous complaints to the hotels management and we ended up crammed into Rocco’s hotel suite.
Maca was dancing on a table, sandwiched between a very naked German girl, and a little Spanish girl who was grinding her bikini-clad arse onto his dick. I watched as the fr?ulein reached around, trying to slide her hands into his shorts, but he pulled them away and placed them on the Spanish girl’s hips, who in turn grabbed them and placed them over her tits.
Maca’s eyes caught mine as I watched. He winked and smiled, raising his beer bottle in a ‘cheers’ gesture and in that moment, I made the decision that ultimately changed my best mate’s life.
We were about to make it big as a band. The last thing we needed were girlfriends or wives around us. I loved my sister, but I wouldn’t let her bring an end to it all. And at the end of the day, ultimately I’d be doing her a favour. It would gut her to see what her Sean was doing right then. He loved her, but with that much fanny on tap, I knew that at some stage, he’d get shit-faced and end up shagging one of the band slags, or some other random that would offer it up to him on a plate. So yeah, I was totally doing my sister a favour and saving her a lot of heartache by showing Maca exactly what he’d be missing out on if he kept George around.
I found Rocco and got a couple more pills from him. I slipped one into Maca’s hand with a wink and popped the other into my mouth, washing it down with the cold beer.
‘Relax’by Frankie Goes to Hollywood started to play and the whole room started to move as one to the music.
Haley White appeared from nowhere and wrapped her arms around my neck, moving her hips to the beat of the music against mine. I was hard in an instant. She was wearing an oversized Kombat Rock T-shirt and when I slid my hands underneath to squeeze her arse, I realised she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
The effects of my second ecstasy tablet hit me harder and much quicker than the first, and I suddenly felt like I could hear in colour. My dick was throbbing and Haley White was the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen.
She kissed along my jaw and whispered in my ear, “Get Maca. I want to feel you both inside me at the same time.”
I nearly came in my pants as she followed her request off with a kiss that involved her tongue licking every part of the inside of my mouth.
“Tell him I’ve got some great blow, but I don’t want to share. We need to go back to your room and just keep it for ourselves.”
She kissed me again and I had to push my hand down flat on my dick to hide my boner while walking over to where Maca was still dancing on the table. I pulled him down by his hand and he stumbled as he landed beside me and laughed. He was as fucked up as I was, which worked for me. I would have no problem convincing him to join in on a little three-way fun with Haley and me.
“Let’s go back to our room for a bit. Haley’s got some high grade coke that she only wants to share with us.”
He struggled to focus while looking at me.
“I dunno, Marls. I’m pretty fucked up already.”
“That’s coz of that pill, but once you come down off it, you’re gonna crash. The stuff she’s got will keep us going for the rest of the night, and we don’t wanna miss out.”
He looked around the room, raking his hand through his hair, obviously debating with himself on what to do. “Your sister never gets to hear about this, never. You hear me?”
“Of course not. I’m not fucking stupid, dude. What happens on tour stays on tour.”
We did our ‘boys in the hood’ type handshake and started to leave the suite, heading to our room. As we got to the door, Haley was there with Rocco. I gave her a ‘what the fuck is he doing here?’ look, and he saw it.
“Don’t worry, dude, she’s all yours. I just want a line of the high grade, and maybe watch what unfolds. Maybe even take a few photos for posterity. You’ve seen the videos; you know how Haley likes to perform.”
Fuck yeah I did. Rocco’s videos had been our wanking material since the tour started, but the latest one of him and Haley with another girl had been the best. For some perverse reason, the thought of him watching what might happen, and even filming it, turned me on big time, but I knew Maca wouldn’t be happy.
“Listen, you can’t let Maca know you’re taking photos. He will flip if he thinks that there’s any way Georgia will find out,” I told him.
“No problem, man. By the time Haley gets him worked up nice and good, he won’t even remember you have a sister. And any thoughts he might be having about quitting the band will be gone for good.”
I would like to be able to tell you that at that moment, I had some doubts about what we were about to do, that I felt some kind of guilt or compassion towards my sister, but I didn’t.
My drug-fucked brain totally believed that I was doing G and Maca a huge favour. He would realise how much he would be missing out on if he married George anytime soon and end things. Yeah, she’d be a bit upset, but she’d throw herself into her school work, pass her exams, and get a good job. Then perhaps in a few years, when we’d made it, maybe then they could get back together and think about marriage and kids. Everybody could then live happily ever after. In my head, it all sounded easy, and so fucking perfect.
