Page 93 of A Second Chance

“Listen bitch! Stop calling him! He. Doesn’t. Fucking. Want. You. YOU’RE pathetic!” She yells and tosses the phone to me.

"She called you that night, you know. She called you because she needed you, and you hung up on her while you were with that bitch!" she yells.

"What the hell are you talking about? What night?" I say firmly, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.” Gem lets out a frustrated growl. “God, that bitch makes me want to commit murder.”

"What night?" I grit my teeth, feeling my anger and frustration growing.

Gem looks at me with a pained expression. "It was two months after she was released from the hospital, and you were in LA at the time, filming your first film. She called you and heard Skylar's voice in the background when you responded with ‘I’m busy,’ and hung up on her.”

I don't remember that night. It is such a blur. I was drunk off my ass that night celebrating.

"What happened?" I ask, dread pooling in my gut.

"Do you want to know what happened to her before she called you and when you hung up?" Gem's voice cracks, and she wipes the tears away harshly, but before she can continue, she stops herself when she hears Scar's voice.

Suddenly, Scar appears in the doorway, her voice torn with emotion. "Gemma, don't," she implores.

Gemma's eyebrows furrow, and her lips draw into a frown of disappointment. She shakes her head slowly, almost sadly, before warning me in a hushed tone, "I’m sorry, Mav. Just give her time.”

The door softly shuts in my face before I can get anything else out of her.

FORTY-THREE

SCAR

When Gem closed the front door, I could hear the desperation in his voice, but I couldn't face him. Not when I'm close to having an episode.

Gem was close to spilling the beans about that night. A night I don't ever want to remember.

Flashback of that horrible night

Oh, God.

I pressed my thumbs against my temples and groaned.

Why did it feel like my head was going to explode?

I blinked a few times and raised my hand over my face as cover, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light shining against my face.

Where was I?

Once my eyes adapted to the sun creeping through the blinds, I glanced around the room and recognized who it belonged to. Cole, a college guy I was seeing, invited me to a party at one of the fraternity houses. I must've gotten wasted and crashed, but where was Cole?

My phone started ringing, and I let out a cry when I attempted to sit up.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

Why did my body feel like it had been ripped apart? Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I took a few calming breaths, trying to offer some relief to the agony between my legs.

Once I was calmed, I lifted the satin sheet draped over my body and cringed when I saw I was naked.

What the hell happened last night? And why couldn’t I remember anything?

Oh, God. This was not good.

I need Ricky.

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