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Maverick twisted his small frame around. “We can’t have our lead singer tied down the second we hit California, Killian. Not to mention sucking dick like some—”
I caught the movement out of the side of my eye as Killian’s fist collided with Maverick’s head.
“You piece of shit. Let go of me, Dean!”
“It’s done, Kill. There’s nothing you can do about it. The entire school already knows. Hell, I’m betting the whole town knows by now,” Maverick told him.
I started to panic as they all started yelling at one another. Was Matty okay? What did Maverick do to him? I felt sick. We hadn’t even been in the car for ten hours and these two were ready to rip one another to pieces.
“Let go,” Killian hissed. I glanced in the mirror again to find him struggling as Dean tried to hold him back. “I didn’t record anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I set up my own recording device. Nice touch with the lights, dude. Very romantic. It seems you might have actually cared for the guy, so maybe I did you a favor. Getting attached is a bad idea.”
“Dude, what the hell! Are you trying to get us killed?” I slammed on the brakes and managed to pull over the car just as Killian launched himself over the seat to grab our drummer and pinned him down.
Killian’s blue eyes were wild as he snarled at Maverick like an animal. “No, just him.” He straddled Mav as an ugly smirk grew over his face. “You know I’ll do it. You want me to hurt you? Is that what this is? Are you just as sick as I am, or do you want me to end up in jail?” He wrapped his hands around Maverick’s throat, causing his eyes to bug.
I grabbed at Killian. “Enough.” I tried to loosen his grip. “You’re going to regret this,” I warned as Killian turned to stare at me.
“He’s ruined my life,” he whispered in a tight voice.
“You can’t do this, Kill. Mav’s an asshole, but he’s my brother. Imagine if someone tried to hurt Helena,” Dean tried to reason with him.
Killian slowly released Maverick, who then began coughing and gasping for air. Killian raised his arm again and punched him in the face. “Fuck you!” He did it again. “I will never forgive you for this. Do you hear me?” He shoved Dean away, opened the car door, and climbed out, landing in the damp grass. He slid his phone from his pocket, and his entire face morphed into pain before he tossed it onto the ground and buried his face in his hands.
Dean and I glanced at one another before we climbed from the vehicle. I went to Killian while Dean attended to his brother, who was taking in long, deep breaths of air. I squatted down next to Killian.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Fuck off, Blake.” He glanced up at me and gritted his teeth. I saw the tears in his eyes just as he looked away. He dropped his chin as the sounds of the cars driving by filtered through my ears.
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Kill—”
“I said fuck off!” he exclaimed and jumped to his feet. “There is nothing to talk about. I was just having fun, that’s it. Drop it.”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay, sure.” Only I didn’t believe him.
But nothing would be the same for four years.
***
Blake: I think I’m ready to talk to you now. Can I call you?
Blake: Seriously, you’re going to just ignore me?
Blake: I miss you, Tommy. Do you miss me at all?
Blake: Killian and Maverick might kill one another before we even make it to California.
Blake: Please talk to me. Let me know if you’re okay.
Blake: I’m not.
Blake: Okay, I mean. I feel terrible about leaving without saying goodbye. It was wrong.
Blake: Please? You can just text me one word.
Blake: One letter.
