Bleed To Love Her (B.N)

A Few Months Later

6 Months Later

“Lindsey! Our cheques just arrived!” Lindsey ran through from the kitchen to where Stevie was stood by the front door of their new house, bought a proper house 3 months previously with their first few cheques combined. “Open ‘em, Stevie!” Lindsey said excitedly, taking a drag from his joint. Stevie carefully ripped open the envelope and pulled out the two cheques. Reading the number on the cheques, Stevie stared open mouthed. “Steph?”  Lindsey asked, trying to see over her shoulder. Stevie passed the cheques over her shoulder to Lindsey. As Lindsey looked over at them she quietly made her way past him, into their kitchen. Lindsey’s eyes widened as he read the number on the cheques. “2000 dollars?” Lindsey said to the empty hallway. He turned and walked slowly through the living room and into the kitchen. Stevie was sat on the worktop, a cigarette between her index and middle finger and an ashtray beside her. “2000 dollars, Steph. 4000 all together.” They looked at each other in silence. Lindsey walked slowly towards her. Standing in front of her, he stubbed his joint out in the astray. Putting the cheques down, Lindsey placed his hands on Stevie’s bare legs. It was 1PM, and neither of them was dressed. Stevie was still wearing one of Lindsey’s huge t-shirts and Lindsey himself only wore his bell-bottoms. Lindsey rubbed Stevie’s thighs with his thumbs. “Steph… I think we’re rich.” His eyes drifted up to meet hers; she sat staring at him contently. The cigarette went into her mouth and she took a drag. Handing it to Lindsey, he stubbed it out in the ashtray. Stevie wrapped her arms around his neck, widening her legs so she could bring him closer. They rested their foreheads together. “We’re loaded, baby.” She whispered, her eyes closed. Lindsey watched as her eyes shot open. “Abso-fucking-lutely loaded.”

1 Month Later – 2AM

Stevie slammed the door behind her, not caring that Lindsey was making his way to their front door. She let out enraged groans as she threw her shawl and bag onto the nearby couch. She stomped upstairs as Lindsey finally made his way inside. “Oh c’mon Stevie! What’s the fucking problem?” Lindsey shouted up to her. As she reached the top step, she whirled around. “You’re a control freak! That’s the fucking problem! You’re the fucking problem!” She marched into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She practically tore her clothes off, seeing red. ‘How dare he do that! In front of the rest of the band! Who does he think he is?’ Stevie thought, sitting at her vanity and removing her makeup. She threw the used makeup wipes in the bin and stood up. Walked wearily to the bed, she removed her underwear and climbed into her side of the bed.

A few hours later, Stevie woke up and heard Lindsey moving around the bedroom. Opening her eyes, she saw him crouch down next to her side of the bed. “Stevie, baby, I’m sorry.” He whispered. Through the darkness, Stevie could see that Lindsey had been crying. “Stevie, please?” He whispered, sobbing quietly. “You just make me so crazy. I keep thinking that someone will steal you away. So when a guy like Curry talks to you…” Stevie cast her mind back a few hours. They’d been a party after a recording session with the band. Curry Grant, Fleetwood Mac’s lighting technician, had started chatting Stevie up. Lindsey had spotted it and confronted them, although nothing had happened; Mick and John had intervened before Lindsey’s fist made contact with Curry’s face. Stevie listened silently as Lindsey begged her for forgiveness. “Steph, please? Please forgive me?” Stevie sighed and sat up, holding her arms open for him. Lindsey sat on the bed and leaned against Stevie. She stroked his hair, rocking him as he sobbed. ‘What am I doing?’ She asked herself silently as Lindsey’s lips found hers in the darkness.