Page 76 of Hard Rock Fling
Maybe I should do the same. Ian was an adult. I had no say in how he lived his life.
But if I didn't say anything, and Ian ended up really hurting himself, if he ended up—
I couldn't finish the thought.
If Ian ended up seriously injured, I didn't know if I'd be able to live with myself.
I had to tell someone. But the look on Ian's face, the fear I'd seen, made me think twice. I didn't want to betray him.
I didn't know what to do.
There was a knock on my door.
"Hope?"
My sister's voice was full of worry. I hadn't known she was home, or I would have tried to be more quiet.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to confide in her. She was so smart, so level headed.
I opened the door.
"Are you crying?" Faith immediately pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I mumbled in his her shoulder. "I was just…"
I didn't know what to tell her.
She urged me into the bedroom. When we were both sitting on the bed, she took my hand. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
I rubbed at my red-rimmed eyes with a fist and shook my head.
"We haven't had much time to talk lately," she said quietly. "We used to talk about everything. About anything."
"We've been busy. The both of us. You've got all these events, I've got this internship."
I still hadn't told her about my promotion to Image Consultant. Faith was right. We'd barely spoken in months. I'd missed her.
"Can you tell me why you were crying?" she asked. "Is it about a guy?"
She probably thought I was heartsick over some guy I'd slept with. And I was. But not in the way she imagined.
"I found out something about a friend. He's in trouble. I want to help, but I don't know how."
"What kind of trouble?" She sat up, alarmed. "Is it drugs?"
"No. Nothing like that." I tried to give her a reassuring smile.
"So if it's not drugs, what is it?"
"I want to tell you but I'm not sure it's my place."
"Whatcanyou tell me?"
I paused for a moment, thinking. "I found out a secret. Something he doesn't want anyone else to know. But if I don't tell someone, I'm afraid he'll get hurt."
That was close enough to the truth.
"Hurt? Hurt like how?"
