(Don't) Leave Me Behind

Part 8

"It's really not what it looks like." Rick tried explaining right away. "Stevie got wasted and Mick asked me to take her home. That's all, I swear."

"I just bet you'd like to take her home." Lindsey glared at Rick, who was still supporting Stevie, helping her remain on her feet. "Why are you so defensive, huh?"

"Well... Stevie might have let it slip you're a bit jealous and you jump to conclusions fast."

"Oh, she did?" Lindsey made his way over to the two, untangling Stevie from her bandmate, before laying her on the bed. Although, tossing her might have been a better fitting word.

"Hey, careful!" Rick opened his mouth again and Lindsey turned to stare at him, his eyes narrowed.

"You may leave now." Lindsey's voice was strangely calm as he showed Rick the door. 

Rick, however, lingered for a moment, looking over at Stevie. "You're going to be alright?"

Lindsey scoffed, crossing his arms. "Excuse me? I'm her boyfriend you know, I can take care of her. Or what, she told you I physically abuse her along with being jealous?"

"No, I just-" Rick sighed, shaking his head. "Never mind." He could tell Lindsey was unreasonable, so why get into an argument? "I'm just going to go."

"Yeah, you do that!" Lindsey called after him and once Rick shut the door, Lindsey faced Stevie, opening his mouth to give her a piece of his mind, but she had fallen asleep already. 

Cursing to himself, Lindsey walked out of the bedroom, unable to be around his beloved girlfriend, who very obviously couldn't care less about him, Lindsey thought. He hadn't been gone two weeks and there she was, bringing other men home.

Furious, Lindsey rolled a joint and lit it up, nearly smoking the whole thing at once. He really wanted to fight, he had so many things on his mind, so many things he wanted to accuse Stevie of, but he knew that was going to be impossible. She was out cold. Lindsey almost feared his rage might simmer down until the morning.

Stevie was woken up due to a horrible headache. It hurt, when she lay still and it hurt even worse, when she tried to move. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked down at herself, seeing she was wearing yesterday's clothes. She couldn't remember much of last night, especially having no recollection of how she returned home. 

Pulling herself into an upright position, Stevie yawned and looked around the small bedroom. She saw an open bag with what seemed Lindsey's clothes and she sure couldn't remember it being there yesterday.

"Oh, shit..." She winced, getting out of bed, holding her head in her hands. 

"At last." Stevie heard, walking out of the bedroom. 

"Linds-"

"Shut up." He told her sternly. "Sit down."

"Li-"

"Shut up and do as I say!" He yelled and only so he would stop, Stevie took a seat, unsure what caused him behaving that way. "What were you up to last night?"

Breathing out heavily, Stevie tried thinking about it. "I was with the band, we went out for a couple of drinks. It wasn't an eventful night. I wouldn't have gone with them if I knew you had come back."

"If you knew I had come back, you wouldn't have brought a man home either." Lindsey gave her a look, waiting for a reaction.

"Wh- what? A man?" Stevie's eyebrows creased. She vaguely remembered flirting with Don Henley, sure it wasn't him she came back with? "Lindsey, I'm not sur-"

"Rick Vito. You could barely stand on your feet, he basically carried your drunk ass home."

"Jesus..." Stevie shook her head slightly, feeling extremely embarrassed. "I need to apologize to him."

"You probably sucked him off earlier in the evening, so he's got nothing to be angry about." Stevie couldn't remember the last time she heard Lindsey sounding so mean.

"I didn't do anything!" She defended herself. "I don't know what you think is going on, but I can assure you that I'm not cheating on you with anyone. Rick is a friend and he obviously saw that I needed help getting home."

"What a fucking saint! You're very naive if you think he wants to be your friend only. No man wants to be your friend, Stevie. All they see when they look at you is a hot body, all they want to do is fuck you senseless and move on. I mean, I'm speaking from experience here."

"What did you just say?" Stevie's eyes grew wide and she was quite shocked by what she heard coming out from Lindsey's mouth. "You're saying that all you've ever wanted to do is fuck me and move on? What made you stay then, huh? There's plenty of other women you can stick your dick in!"

He realized he said the wrong thing. He simply wanted to hurt her feelings like she hurt his. Lindsey had no real way of knowing if truly nothing happened between Stevie and Rick. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, it just came out."

"Fuck you, Lindsey." Stevie told him, her voice calm and even. "Just, fuck you." Getting up on her feet, she returned to the bedroom. Lindsey knew better than to follow after her.

After taking a quick shower and changing her clothes, Stevie grabbed her purse and stopped by the door to put on her boots. Lindsey was listening to her every move, hoping that maybe she'll come to him and they'll talk it out. He also knew he was simply fooling himself. 

Hearing Stevie unlock the door, Lindsey jumped to his feet and got to her before she left. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I don't know." She pretended to think, before saying. "I'm going to stop at Rick's and suck him off, before I make it to band practice and have a quickie in the bathroom with Mick!"

"Steph, come on-" Lindsey placed his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

"Do not touch me." She glared at him and with a slam of the door she was gone.