Torn

Part 13

Stevie expected a massive fight. She was ready to be yelled at, called names, she expected Lindsey to shatter something to pieces in her dressing room. Nothing. He lingered for a second longer and walked out, he didn't even slam the door and she knew that he was hurt more than anything else. How fucked up was that? He was the one with a wife and she was technically single, but yet he still felt like he had the right to be upset.

The show that night didn't suffer at all, though. Lindsey finally let his anger shine through his performance and Stevie tried her best to keep up. Everyone around them felt the tension, nobody said anything. They finished the show and left. Just left, without a single word exchanged between them.

The silence carried on into the next day. Mick had invited the band for lunch, since it was the last concert before nearly a month long break. Lindsey didn't show up, Stevie wasn't surprised. Of course Mick asked, but she just shrugged and didn't give a concrete answer. 

They finally spoke to each other during soundcheck if it could be called that. Lindsey made some remarks about Stevie's voice, but she didn't take it to heart, she just rolled her eyes at him instead. It was only when they were walking backstage to their dressing rooms that Stevie felt something other than anger. She was caught off guard, when Lindsey's youngest daughter appeared out of nowhere, running towards him. Stevie lifted her eyes up and saw Kristen. Mick's hand brushed against hers as he walked beside her to catch her attention.

"What's that about?" Mick whispered for only Stevie to hear. Again, she shrugged her shoulders.

Stevie purposely bumped her shoulder against Lindsey's as she fastened her pace to pass him by. "Typical." She said, lowering her voice. She knew, he heard her. 

It didn't go unnoticed by Kristen, though, she had long stopped saying anything about it. Apparently, a trophy wife wasn't every rockstar's dream.

"I think, I'm gonna take the girls out for a bite to eat." Kristen informed Lindsey. "We still have hours to wait." She added, arms crossed, no warmth towards her husband, whom she hadn't seen in months.

"Sure. Fine." Lindsey shrugged. "I have to-" He waved his hand around as if trying to come up with something on the spot. "I'll see you later."

Much to his surprise, Lindsey found Stevie in the greenroom. He was certain, she would have already locked herself up in her dressing room. Their eyes briefly met as he walked in. He doesn't look very happy, Stevie thought.

"I didn't know the missus was coming tonight." Mick said, who had made himself comfortable on the couch, drumsticks in his hands, beating an almost inaudible tune.

"Yeah, uh-" Lindsey nodded, scratching the back of his head. "Wasn't my idea. Or Kristen's." He clarified in case anyone in the room was wondering. "The girls wanted to come."

"Oh, that's nice." Mick grinned, glancing at Stevie, who was doing her best to seem as though she didn't care at all.

"Yeah." Lindsey nodded his head again, he opened his mouth to keep the conversation going, but nothing came out. He sighed, looking at Stevie. This was the last thing he needed before they went on a break.

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AN: Now that everything's ruined, I'm going away for a few days too... Thanks for reading! ♥