Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Twenty

Asher

The pounding...

It wouldn't stop...

"Go away..." Bree's little mumble had me smiling before I opened my eyes.

She was curled into the crook of my shoulder and she wasn't about to move.

She was exhausted from a long night of "catching up". I'd keep her here all day too, if I could.

I rolled further to my side, encompassing her tiny little body in safetly in mine and drifted back to sleep.

I awoke again, I didn't know how long after, to my phone blaring Enter Sandman, by Metallica.

"It's Chris." I ran a hand over my face.

It was the song that made him and I want to start a band. I sighed, as Bree began to stir.

It silenced as I picked it up, "What's up?"

"Shit's hit the fan, bro. Henry's here."

"What shit?" There was a rustling on the line and Henry began bitching.

"Ash, either you let me this shithole, or get your ass out here!" He snapped, "I'm tired of this bullshit!"

I hung up the phone and climed out of the bed. With my movement, Bree cacooned herself into the blacket and gaped at me with those cloudy gray eyes.

"You're leaving." It wasn't a question...

All I could muster to think about, as I watched her, watching me, was when her friend had told me, "She trust so little and loves so deep."

I wanted to reassure her, day after day, that I wasn't going anywhere.

"You wish," I huffed a laugh, "I need to let my manager in, before he flips his lid."

"Oh..."

I slipped my jeans on, while she stretched and climbed out of bed, looking for something to wear.

I made my way to the front door, my annoyance growing the further I removed myself from Bree.

I heard her behind me though, making her way to the kitchen, as she mumbled something about coffee.

I smiled, she'd need coffee, for what I had in mind for her later...

Then, my smile turned cold, as I opened the door.

"What the fuck are you doing out here, you fucking idiot!" Henry pushed past me, into the small living area, glaring around the room, as the guys all filed in behind him.

"Sorry, bro." Nick told me as he passed, "We tried to stop him."

Chris and Jason went immediately to Bree's side, with smiles on their faces.

"I'm making coffee, if you guys want any." She told them sleepily.

"I don't want anything from YOU!" Henry snapped at her.

"Who the fuck do you-?!" She turned to glare at him, but I was already on it.

"Don't fuking talk to her like that!" I shouted.

"I want this shit explained!" He moved forward, slamming a stack of magazines on the table.

The one on top had a picture of a teenaged Bree on stage, mic in hand, as she rocked out.

The headline read, "Secrets of Black Heart's Lead Singer Revealed! Exactly When Did Ash McGhee Crash Off The Deep End?"

"Fuck..." I breathed.