Straight from the Heart

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was
fully engrossed in the music I was listening to, but he pulled out
my right ear bud, and positioned it in his ear. ‘Whisky Hangover’
by Godsmack was blaring at full volume and I pressed pause.
    “Next time pat me on the back or nudge me,”
I teased. “I wasn’t even paying attention.”
    He didn’t say anything for a minute, just
watching me intently, like he was studying me. I nudged his
shoulder and he snapped out of it. “Sorry, B. I, I’m sorry, I
completely forgot what I was going to say.”
    “Don’t worry, everyone’s tired. Thank God
for the couple of days coming up. I think everyone can use the
break away from each other.” I said truthfully. We had a break
before our show in San Francisco in another week and I was looking
forward to it. I needed some girl time with my best friends. In the
past ten years we’d been friends this had been the longest we had
been away from each other. Gina and Bethany had seen me at my best
times and my worst moments. They were with me after the big fight
between Ethan and I went down.
    “Oh you’re ready to get away from us
already, huh?” He asked playfully, and I shook my head.
    “You are so cocky, Cale. I’ll probably end
up hanging out with Rap, Vince and Luke somewhere. You, on the
other hand, only think about yourself and always find a way to be
by my side.” He put a hand to his heart like I offended him.
    “Awww see she loves us better, Pelton.”
Raptor bellowed, sliding in beside me and putting an arm around me.
He still smelled like yesterday’s alcohol, but I loved his humor.
He was the guy to lift our spirits up when one of us was having a
rough day. “Isn’t that right, Bryn?”
    I winked at Cale and his face turned sour.
“Oh that is so right.”
    “ But I really don’t want to go tonight
babe, these girls despise me.” I pleaded with Ethan, as we drove in
his Cadillac towards some end of the year party at his friend
Lincoln’s house. It wasn’t that far from my house, but from what
Ethan was telling me, it was in the ritziest neighborhood next to
ours. I hated the sound of it already.
    He put his fingers on my thigh, making
circles on my skin. “Don’t worry, hun. They’re just jealous bitches
who wish they were in that seat right now next to me. YOU are mine
and I love you.” Love. We had said that word countless times
throughout our relationship, but never taking it to the next level.
Part of it was I really had in my mind I wanted to wait until I was
18, which I just turned, but something in my gut told me to
wait.
    “ I love you too,” I whispered, looking
out the window, watching the street turn from rocky and bumpy to
pavement as we arrived in the gated community where the party was
at. I had been in this area before when Ethan and I hung out at his
Cousin Tyler’s house. I only met Tyler once and he was the complete
opposite of what I expected. His parents gave him half of the house
for his own pleasure, and it was pure rock n’ roll. He had a
collection of guitars, bass guitars, even a drum set and a piano in
his “studio”.
    Lincoln’s house was at the end of the drive.
The driveway was over a mile long, with various trees surrounding
the black pavement. I’ve seen my fair share of 3 story houses, but
this was the largest house I had ever seen. It easily doubled the
size of my parents, stretching across dozens of acres of land.
Lines of fancy $100,000 cars lined the driveway as we found a small
spot between two BMW’s.
    I had a bad feeling about tonight. 
    I squeezed my hands together, trying to find
a way to calm my nerves. But then Ethan opened the passenger side
door and led me out like a gentlemen. The way he was being so nice,
this night would have been going smooth…right?
    Wrong.
    First hour in, I felt queasy. I had almost 4
cups of Captain Morgan and Coke, which was a disaster in the
making. Ethan had been glued to my side the whole time except for a
few minutes to see his friends. His hand was either on

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