Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 9

On a writing spree this week, enjoy it while it lasts haha. A little sexual frustration to end the day :) 

February 22, 2010

It was a few weeks later when things in the studio started to take a turn. When Stevie arrived that morning, she'd been noticeably more quiet and reserved than usual. Lindsey watched as she sat silently, an unmistakable look of sadness in her eyes, while the rest of them went back and forth bickering over production. He waited for someone else to ask her what was wrong, but it seemed like Mick, Christine, and John were oblivious to any difference - the three of them playfully going back and forth while smoking.

She disappeared for a moment, making a phone call to Karen who had dropped her off earlier. Returning, she sat back down on the couch for a few minutes, pretending to go along with the conversation for a while.

"Everything okay?" Lindsey finally mustered up the courage to ask as casually as he possibly could while walking by her.

"Mhm," she nodded unconvincingly.

"You seem...."

She interrupted him, "Actually, I am a bit tired today. I'm going to go upstairs and lay down for a bit if you guys don't mind. You don't need me right this second do you?"

The rest of them barely broke from their weed-induced conversation, reminiscing back on an especially crazy food fight they had back in '79. Lindsey watched curiously as Stevie slipped out of her shoes and disappeared up the stairs of the house. He knew he probably shouldn't, they had new boundaries and rules now, and they were doing a good job of keeping up with them. But there was no way he couldn't follow her when something was so obviously wrong.

He stood for a few seconds, silently debating what to do, before trailing up the staircase slowly. Once he reached the top, he headed down the hallway to the last door that was now closed. Taking a breath, he knocked on it softly, "Stevie? Can I come in?" A few seconds of silence went by before he heard her, "Sure."

Stepping in, he found her curled up on the bed, facing the opposite direction looking out the window. With a sigh, he closed the door behind him and cautiously approached the bed she lay on. When she didn't say anything or turn around to look up at him, he sat apprehensively at the foot of the bed.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly.

"Just having a rough day, sorry, I don't mean to bring the mood down."

"You're not bringing the mood down, Stevie. I'm checking to see if you're okay?"

"I am."

He sighed, situating himself further onto the bed, "It certainly doesn't seem like it."

She shook her head, her hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear that fell from her eye. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Lindsey giving her time to finally say what was on her mind. He wasn't quite sure she would give in, but just when he was about to give up, she let out another breath.

"I had a fight with Lily last night," she snifled.

"With....Lily?"

"Yeah, it started out typical enough, her giving me a little attitude not wanting to go to bed and me not letting her sleep at her friends house, on a school night, I might add," Stevie took another deep breath, clutching her legs further into her chest in a cozy fetal position.

"Well you know how kids are...especially,"

She cut him off, "No, that's not all. We were going back and forth and out of nowhere she started yelling at me about her father, how she hates me for not knowing him, how she wants to find him and it's not fair I keep him from her...that she wants to go live with him instead."