Page 115 of A Dark Melody

“When’s the last time you fucked her?” I ask and he looks at the ground. That is not a good sign.

“Listen. I’ve completely over her. I’ve been over her for a while now.”

“Answer the question, Wes.” I say. I’m suddenly furious. I don’t think I want to hear the answer, but I need to know.

“A few months ago.”

“A few months ago?”

“Like three months ago.”

“But you’ve been broken up for a year.”

“Over a year.”

“But you fucked her three months ago.”

“She was at a show, and I got drunk. She caused a scene and it just kind of happened, but it proved to me that I don’t have feelings for her anymore because I felt nothing. There was no passion, no emotion, just nothing. It was meaningless.”

“But you put her on the guest list tonight.” I say, fighting back tears.

I would not cry or at least not let him see me cry over this.

“Because I didn’t want her to cause a scene.”

“But now she is here and may cause a scene!” I say, my voice going higher than I wanted it to but I am frustrated and hurt.

“I know, I’m sorry. I thought maybe if I got her into the show, she’d leave me alone.”

“I don’t believe you.” I snap.

“I thought it would be better if I let her come.” He shrugs.

“Where she might fight me now?”

“We weren’t a couple when I said yes.”

“No. We weren’t.” I fold my arms over my chest and stare at him. We weren’t a couple when he agreed to let her come. Did he do it because he wanted to fuck her again?

“Abbey.” He says. “It’s not like that.” He must be able to read my face. “I didn’t add her to the guest list to sleep with her.” His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out. “Fuck. I have to get to the stage. Abbey. I’m sorry.” He puts his hands on my hips. “I don’t wanther. I wantyou. I loveyou.”

“Okay.” Is all I say, chugging the rest of my drink. He sighs.

“Come watch my set.” He practically begs, wrapping his arm around me.

I rest my head against his chest for a moment, enjoying the embrace. Despite everything I still want to be close to him.

“Okay.”

He unwraps his arms from around me but takes my hand in his.

We walk up to the side of the stage. Wes plants me against the rail, much to the disapproval of the people already there. But how are you going to argue with the lead singer of the band? He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before going and putting his mic pack on.

He looks my way before walking out onto the stage.

I wish I could believe him. I desperately want what he is saying to be true. I want him to want me more than her. I want to believe he didn’t still have feelings for her but the way he is acting is making it hard to believe.

I wish she wasn’t here. I glance around and see her watching the stage full of longing. She is clearly crazy about him. She clearly wants him still.

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