Sisters Of The Moon

Chapter 8

                   Weeks had gone by since we all found out about Stevie and Mick's fling, it was so tense between the band. The only one who talked to Mick was John, Stevie just talked to me, and Christine just talked to me as well. Lindsey barely talked to me, only when he wanted something from me, and by something I mean sex. Drugs were being passed around all the time now, it was insane.

                    There was a knock at the hotel door, "In a minute!" I called. I walked over and answered the door. "Lindsey?" He was leaning in the doorway, barely able to stand up.
                     I groaned, "Lindsey, go to your room." I started to close the door but he stopped me. "Em, c'mon I want you." He slurred.

                     I rolled my eyes, "No, Linds you're drunk. That's the only time you 'want me'" I moved my fingers up and down as I said 'want me'. I continued with trying to close the door.

                      Lindsey hit the door with his hand, stopping it again. "You're my gi-i-irl Em. I want y-y-o-o-u-u."

                       I took my hand off the door knob, "I am not your girl Lindsey." I said firmly. He looked stunned, "Fuck yes, you are!" Lindsey's arms started to slink around my waist, I pushed him away. "If I was your girl you wouldn't be so upset about Stevie and Mick!" I screamed.
  
                       "She's my ex and he's my band mate!" He yelled.
"Who the fuck cares? You two broke up fucking two years!" I screamed back at him, Lindsey started to coming closer to me. "That's why I want you!" He moaned.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah well not today fucker." I slammed the door in his face, locking the door behind me. Lindsey banged on the door, "Open the fuck up Emily!" He yelled.

                         I walked over to the phone, "I'm calling security!" I yelled back at him as I dialed the front desk number. Soon enough I could hear Lindsey fighting the guards as they dragged him to his own room. I collapsed on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest, and softly crying until I fell asleep.

                         I woke up when I felt something heavy fall on my legs, I looked over my shoulder. Stevie was trying to drape a blanket over me, "Sorry I woke you up Emmy." She mumbled.

                         I smiled, "Its okay Steph, what time is it?" I rubbed my eyes as Stevie sat in the other bed. "Its 4am." Stevie responded kicking off her shoes.
"Did you just get here?" I asked, starting to sit up in bed. Stevie blushed, "Yeah, I know."
I held my head in my hands, "I cant get too mad at you Steph, earlier I had some shit with Linsey."
Stevie moved over to sit next to me on my bed, "What happened?"
I groaned, "Lindsey came here drunk as fuck, wanting to sleep with me, and I called security on him. He wouldn't back off that's why I called the security, plus I didn't want to fuck him. All he wants is sex but usually when he's drunk or high, especially since the you and Mick thing came out."
Stevie put her hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry Emily, I can't believe I'm so stupid."
I shook my head, "Its not your fault! He still has feelings for you, our relationship was never really um a real one just lust. I'm just more annoyed."
"I cant believe he isn't over us breaking up." Stevie moaned. I fell back on the bed, "How the hell did everything get so fucked up?"
Stevie fell down next to me, "I don't know Emmy, I don't know."

                              Finally after all this drama, our management team decided to give the band a break from the tour for a whole month. Stevie and I quickly went back home to California, and back to our calmer lives. Stevie was still with Mick just not seeing him then but my situation with Lindsey was complicated. Ever since that night at the hotel Lindsey hasn't come knocking on my door asking for sex, I assume that means our fling is over. Its fine by me though, drunk Lindsey was always a pain in the ass.

                              As soon as Stevie unlocked the door to our house both of us ran in squealing. I threw my luggage on the floor by the couch and plopped down, "Oh its great to be home!" Stevie crouched on the floor as her dog, Ginny ran up to her licking her face. Giggling Steph picked up the white pooch, "I missed you too!" she sat down next to me on the couch. My eyes started to droop and soon enough I fell asleep finally back at home. My sleep was interrupted by ringing, I slowly opened my eyes as I realized it was the phone. I got up and walked over to the pink phone on the counter, I yawned and picked it up.

                               "Emily Hart?" The voice on the other end echoed in my ear.
"Speaking." I answered, shifting my weight to my other hip.
"Miss Hart do you know a Mr Buckingham?" The woman asked.
I nodded, "Yes, who is this?"
"San Francisco police station." She replied sternly.
"What happened?" I asked frantically.
"Come to the bridge." The woman simply said before hanging up. I slammed the phone down, jolting Stevie awake. "What's going on?" She asked while stretching.
I grabbed my shoes and jacket before turning around, "I need to get to the Golden Gate Bridge and you're coming with." I tossed Stevie her jacket, she jumped up placing Ginny on the floor. "Emily, its 1am why?"
I looked her in the eyes, "I don't know, something is up with Lindsey."
Stevie put on her jacket, "Let's go."

                                 We pulled up on the bridge in Stevie's red convertible, three police cars were huddled around the middle of the bridge. I got out of the car and ran towards the edge of the bridge, blue and red lights flashing on my face. Two police officers stopped me, "Miss, you can't go past here."
Another female officer walked up to the three of us, "Let her through."
I gave her a small smile as I quickly walked past her, the wind whipped through my dark hair. I pushed through the group of cops as I reached the edge I gasped at the sight in front of me. Lindsey was standing on the edge of the bridge.

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