Honesty

By: Regina Frame

Linc





"You're out of control!" Court yelled at me while he stormed across the room, trying to control his anger. I watched as his eyes took in yet another trashed penthouse suite. Yeah, I get a little out of control sometimes after a show. I party a little too hard. I drink, I do drugs; so sue me. So does every member of Dirty Affliction. It does seem to be getting worse lately. I feel like I'm at my breaking point, but I'm not about to tell Court that.

Fuck him! He doesn't have a clue what I'm going through.

"Linc, you need to get this under control, man. I can understand a little partying, but this has gone completely out of hand. I'm putting Dirty Affliction’s tour on hold for a few weeks,” he said, which brought me back to reality for a moment; a break from my drug induced haze.

What the hell is he going on about now? I wish he would just get the hell out and let me get some rest. I'm wiped.

I let my head fall back against the sofa and closed my eyes. The room went dark. "Fuck, Linc, are you even listening to me?" He asked, but I was already out and there was no coming back, not for a while anyway.

I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on a door. I forced my eyes to open, which was not an easy task.

Fuck! I wish that pounding would stop.

My head roared with the mother of all hangovers. I ran my hands roughly over my face in an attempt to wake myself up. My eyes scanned the room. All the devastation from last night's party was like a kick in the gut. Court is going to flip. This was not the first time this had happened. I was quickly running up a tab for all the carnage I’d been leaving behind.

There's that pounding again.

I stood, crossed the room, and opened the door to find Court glaring on the other side. He pushed past me and into the room.

"Oh good, you finally decided to wake up," he said with a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get a shower. We are going to have a meeting and you reek of alcohol and only God knows what else. The rest of the guys will be here in a few minutes," he said, glaring at me. I turned and headed for the shower, flipping him the bird as I left the room. "Real mature,” he said. I grunted an intelligible response. Man, he was so highly strung. He needed to relax and partake in a little partying every once in a while; maybe get his dick wet, and then maybe he wouldn't be such an asshole.

Once I’d finished my shower, I got dressed and headed back into the den where I found the rest of the gang sitting quietly among shambles of furniture.

Boy, we really did fuck this place up.

I must have had a good time, but I couldn’t quite remember. "Have a seat. I have some things we need to discuss," Court announced. I walked over and sat on one of the black stools at the kitchen island. "Guys, this..." he said, gesturing with his hand toward the broken coffee table and lamp beside the sofa, among other things. “It's gotten out of hand and it stops. It stops today. The hotel is threatening legal action and wants to ban you from all of their hotels. Guys, this is not good for publicity. I can understand getting caught up in the fame, but this is not the kind of notoriety you want. That's why I'm putting the tour on hold for a few weeks. We've got to get a hold on this before someone gets hurt or worse,” he said. I could visibly see him bracing for impact, and if my head hadn’t been about to explode, I'd have knocked him on his ass.

"There's no way we're putting this tour on hold. We've got fifteen shows, not to mention radio appearances," I argued. My voice escalated, which only made the pain in my head worse. My eyes moved to the guys sitting to my left. Jinx sat, playing on his phone while Chance and Levi looked on like fucking brownnosers, not saying a word.

Pussies.

Court closed the distance between us, and I noticed the muscle in his jaw was twitching.

"This is how it's going to go," he demanded, looking directly at me. I felt like I was being singled out. Hell, maybe I was. "The tour is on hold. I've already put the word out. All of you..." He turned his attention to Jinx, Levi, and Chance. "You guys are going to get your shit together. I've got the office working on some public appearances and a few signings for you. You're going to work on PR,” he said, and then turned his attention back to me. "Linc, I've watched you dig yourself into a hole for the last year now. Don't think I haven't noticed the frequent trips to the bathroom, along with the occasional nosebleed. I don't know if you need to go to rehab..."

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