Page 56 of Marley
Maca was still not convinced that calling at my parents’ place was the right thing to do, but I reassured him that if G was there, then we’d just keep driving. I didn’t want to let him know that she wouldn’t be and burst his bubble.
I left him at the gate while I went and checked if Georgia’s car was on the driveway. As expected, it wasn’t.
I signal for Maca to follow me down to the house. Parking our bikes and removing our helmets, Maca asked, “You sure about this, Marls? If Bailey’s there, I don’t think he’s gonna wanna see my face while he’s eating his Sunday roast.”
“It’s after four o’clock, Mac. Dinner’ll be done, and everyone but my rents will be in the studio. Anyway, Bails’ll be fine.” I tried to reassure him, knowing all the while that Bails would probably not be fine and would have a few choice words to say to Maca, as he did myself after the Paris incident; most of those words being a variation of stupid, little, and cunt. But hey, I survived, and I’m sure Maca will too.
“Who’s Bailey?” L girl asked.
“My older brother.” I told her.
“And I just happen to not be his favourite person.” Maca added.
“Aw, is the big bad rock star scared?” The sister, whose name had escaped me, chimed in. Maca shot her, then me a look, which I interpreted as, ‘shut her the fuck up.’
“Chill, dude.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to be fed your own dick for Sunday lunch.”
I threw my head back and laughed at that statement and opened the door to the studio. I felt like every muscle in my body disconnected itself from my brain. I remained standing, but was paralysed, unable to move another step.
My eyes didn’t leave my sister’s. I watched a spark of something flare in her eyes for a few seconds before a look of complete heartbreak marred her features as she took the four of us in. All too late, I realised once again what an almighty fuck up I had made, and that once again, I had caused my sister pain.
“No, oh God, no.” Georgia sobbed quietly.
“Fuck, Gia.” Maca said from beside me before making a move towards her.
Bailey started shouting at Maca to get out, while Maca begged George to give him chance to talk.
I watched my sister’s eyes roam over the face of the man that I knew, that we all knew, that she loved.
“What d’ya want me to do, George?” I heard Bailey ask, the room silent. All eyes were either on Maca or G.
I silently begged my sister, with everything I had in me, I begged her to just give him a chance, to please hear him out.
Georgia had been my best friend from the moment she was born, I’d always felt responsible for her, was raised to always protect her. Until the last few years, I’d spent more time with G than I had with any of my other siblings and I knew every expression that girl could create. And I knew, in that moment, she was about to tell Maca to stay. I’d witnessed the hard look in her eyes leave, to be replaced with only love, shining brightly in them as she looked across to my mate.
As much of a pussy this might make me sound, I’d readily admit that I wanted to cry. Watching two of the people I loved most in the world, finally come face to face again, knowing the heartbreak they had both endured whilst apart, was finally about to be over. I stood there, rooted to the spot and held onto my tears, willing my sister to just do the right thing.
And then it all fell apart.
“Who the fuck’s she, Maca?” L girls stupid, stupid sister asked.
Georgia’s eyes moved to take in the girl now standing right beside Maca and I knew in an instant what was going through my sister’s mind. It had gone through mine when we picked her up. She was short and curvy, with big tits and blonde hair.
Haley White.
She looked like Haley White. I saw it and G sure as fuck saw it too. Whether Maca did, I’m not sure, but he shouted at her nevertheless.
“Get out!” he roared, making her flinch. “Get out. Get out. Get out.”
Whatever I thought that I’d witnessed in Georgia’s eyes a few moments ago was now gone, replaced by a cold hard stare of indifference as she looked at Maca.
“G, please baby, just talk to me. I miss you so much, so fucking much.” His begging tone hurt my heart because I knew my sister and I knew he had no chance of making her waiver from whatever decision she had now come to.
“Go,” she whispered.
“No, G, no. Please, just five minutes. There’s so much I need to tell you. I love you so much, Gia.”
