Ties That Bind

Chapter 38. Somebody Better

"Fuck, I can't believe she left!" he punched the glass mirror in the hotel room, cutting his hand open in the process. "Ah, shit!" he growled as he opened his hand---his fingers trembling as he tried to get it moving.

"Easy, mate---" Christine rose a brow as she got out of the chair she was sitting in while also putting her cigarette out. "Let me see," she offered.

He sighed as he allowed her to help him.

Since the petite blonde had left, Lindsey had been fuming; he was angry at Mick for getting involved in the first place, angry that Carol Ann was going out of her way for attention, angry that Stevie left, and of course, he was angry at the fact that he didn't just tell the truth from the beginning. That was the thing he regretted the most simply because it would have saved a whole lot of heartache.

Christine had stayed with Lindsey because she was the one to slap him and the other boys into place if their fighting managed to get out of hand. She wasn't afraid to throw a punch, but she was just trying to be as comforting as she could be, because she could feel his self-torment. And she had already thrown the other males out, so she was letting him rant and vent to her.

"There's a piece of glass in there..."

"Fantastic," he rolled his eyes. "Can you get it out?" he jolted his leg as they stood only because he was already frustrated.

"If you'd stop moving," she assured, bringing him into the bathroom for the better light.

He stood there for as long as he could, trying to be patient.

"Y'know, breaking a mirror... that's seven years bad luck," she lingered quietly.

"I really don't think anymore could go wrong tonight---so spare me," he arched a brow as he watched her pull the glass out.

She then turned on the cold water and she forcibly yanked his hand under the running faucet.

"Son of a bitch," he groaned---pulling it out immediately and waving it profusely.

"Would you stop being a baby?" she sighed. "If you keep it under the cold water, it'll be good for it. I'll find some bandages---looks like we're gonna have to cancel the show."

"It's just a fucking piece a glass," he shut the water off and he grabbed the towel off the hanging rack. "That's not gonna stop me from playing."

"It will if it doesn't stop bleeding, you wally. Stop being so uppity."

"Look, I have bigger problems, okay..." he sighed, his sincerity starting to come back to him. "I don't mean to be an asshole, but this night has been nothing but shit. Okay, Stevie shouldn't be alone right now---she needs help and I royally fucked up."

"Well, you know she can take care of herself---so I wouldn't worry. She's got more maturity than the four of us combined will ever have," she pulled a piece of gauze from a first aid kit.

Cracking a small smile, "Yeah..." Instantly, his thoughts revolved around her and he was happy with even just a daydream.

"Between you and me, Lindsey, I don't think you should have brought Carol Ann into the room."

"So I've gathered," he inclined. "My head was spinning and I was trying to keep her quiet and Mick kept guiding us toward the room and I had a room to keep her for the time being. It was before your room and far from ours."

"I don't know what Stevie saw, but from her description---it didn't look good for your end. Having known her for the short time, I do think giving her time would be the best thing. She seems like the type that needs to sleep on whatever is bothering her. And right now, in her condition, she is really gonna need time. You remember Mick and Jenny. He did idiotic things all the time and when she was pregnant, she cried a lot and she went home a lot."