Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Three

Asher

Five days later...

I woke up with a splitting headache and someone yelling at me.

"Dude! Wake the fuck up!" Something hit me and it fucking stung.

I peeked around my pillow and Jason stood in the corned of my room with some fucking tennis balls... Ugh!

"Bitch!" I chucked a pillow at him and covered my head with another.

"It's 3 in the afternoon! Get the fuck up, princess!" He shouted.

"What the fuck is the point?" I mumbled.

"We've been here for five days and you've done Jack shit, but drink all the booze and huff two cartons of smokes!"

"And?" He just needed to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Driving past the old house that night had been hard and I was still depressed as fuck.

"Maybe you didn't hear me, brother." He lifted the pillow off my head and leaned over me, "WE'RE OUT OF BOOZE!" He shouted in my face, but I didn't move. I didn't have the energy.

"Then GO and GET more." I growled and ripped the pillow from his hands, covering my head again.

"Can't," He shrugged, "I'm high. Smoked some herb before I knew we were out."

"Then send someone sober and leave me the fuck alone." I mumbled.

"Only ones sober are you and Chris." He shrugged, "Now get the fuck up."

"Why the fuck are you bothering me?!" I shouted, "Get fucking Chris's stupid ass to go!"

"I tried," he shrugged, "Chris said to get you to do it, since you drank it all."

"I'm not leaving this fucking house." I spoke into my pillow, "Chris is the reason I'm fucking here. Get his stupid ass to go."

Jason mumbled something and left my room, leaving me to fall back into my hungover coma.

***

Chris

I had gone to two different liquor stores and they didn't have anything close to what I needed.

The guys were used to shit that wasn't watered down- that black label shit... So, here I was, at Roxy's Tavern, to see if the bar could hook me up.

The place was rustic looking, but chill. There was music paraphernalia everywhere, from records to music equipment. Whoever designed this place knew music, that was for sure.

"Hey! Welcome to Roxy's." I was greeted warmly by the bartender.

"Hey!" I glanced around again, before taking the steps toward the bar, "This place is awesome, man! When I was a kid, only the old drunks wandered in here. It's really been overhauled."

"It's because the owner knows what she's doing." The bartender smiled appreciatively.

"A chick owns this place?!" I was floored. This place definitely had a rocker's edge but, then again, I guess chicks could rock out too. My wife was a prime example of that. She played an electric better than any man I knew.

"She's owned it for about seven years now," He nodded, "She used to play here on the weekends and when the owner decided to sell she hung up her guitar and bought the place."

The guy was laid back, which made the place seem even more chill. As the guy was talking though, a young girl walked in. No older than her mid teens.

She paused by the bar with a huge smile spreading across her face. It had been years since I'd seen a smile like that, but where had I seen it?

This was a small town, where everyone knew each other, so I had to know her parents, but by the looks of it, her parents might've been a little older than me.

She looked so familiar. Really fricken familiar, but I just couldn't place it... my brow furrowed as I examined her.

The girl's smile was all teeth and it was so large it touched her deep blue eyes. Deep blue eyes?

"Hey, Uncle Davis!" She grinned widely, "Has Mom come in yet?"

"Hey, DC!" He lit up when he spoke to the young girl, "She's in the back. Do you want me to bring you some water or a soda?"

Feeling me watching her, the girl looked between her uncle and myself. Her eyes got wider, but the smile never left her face.

"Oh, no." She shook her head, "Thank you, but I hopefully won't be here long."

"Hanging with Bailey tonight?" He snorted.

"As long as Mom says I can." She sing-songed, then turned to me with a smile, before she made her way to the back.

I froze... I had finally placed it! That was impossible... But the wide, toothy smile? The deep, blue eyes and her black hair?

I mentally filtered all of the girls I had been with in high school... That Betsy chick, Megan Moore, Jenna Thomas... And that other girl... What the fuck was her name?! Dammit!

I started to break out in a cold sweat. Reegan was gonna skin me alive!

"So, what's your damage?" He leaned his hands on the counter, watching me stare after the girl, "I'm guessing you're into something a little rough. Like a good scotch."

God, the look on the guy's face when I looked back at him was deadly. He must think I'm some sort of creeper.

"Uhm, actually," I cleared my throat and leaned on the bar, trying to catch my breath, "I went to two different liquor stores, but their selections were watered, and they sent me here."

"What kind of booze are you looking to buy?" He cocked a brow at me.

"Blue and black label," He gave a low whistle, "I'm looking to buy in bulk. I'm with a band of five guys who like to drink. We'll be here for a few weeks, if not longer, so I need a good supplier. Cost isn't an issue."

"You're from Black Heart," He gave a nod, "I know you got money. Let me check with boss lady. She handles the orders. She may overcharge you, but at least you'd have what you wanted."

"Like I said, cost isn't an issue." I smiled widely and he returned my smile, but his face turned to confusion and he paused.

"I'll be right back." He shook his head with a huffy smile.

As I waited I looked around again. No girl that I messed around with in high school was this cool. Unless I wore off on them. Some of the records on the walls were classics... AC/DC, Ozzy, Remy... This chick even had Metallica...

It really did look great. The owner had the whole gig going for her. There was a corner for live music, a dance floor, memorabilia and booze...

I was turned away from the back when she entered the main bar and could hear the clacking of her shoes. God, please help me, because if Ree found out about this, I was dead.

"Welcome to Roxy's," Her voice had the slightest rasp, as the clacking came closer, "I was told that you might want to order some black and-?"

Then the sound stopped suddenly, but my breath held in my lungs.

I felt like I had been punched in the gut...

No...

I knew that voice... I could never forget it... It was a sound that had been engrained in my skull for years.

I slowly turned and faced the very petite brunette behind me.

Oh god! She looked exactly the same. More grown up, but still so little.

"Bree-Lee?" My voice came out in the breath I'd held...