Page 76 of His Last Chase
Now I can see in the light of day you’re not who you said you were
I pity those whose paths you cross
Your ruthless ways will bring you lonely days
One day soon you’ll see
You’re not all you claim to be
Forget you ever knew me
You’re nothing more than a memory
I’ve made myself the man I’ve always wanted to be
I’ve said…Goodbye…
“Give it up for Valerie, everyone!” I screamed to the crowd at the end of the song. Her arms waved wildly in the air as she cheered for herself. She kept right up with us and didn’t have a bad voice at all. “Stick around, next up is the Shred Off and ourvery own Seltzer,” he waved to the crowd, “and the infamous Stoli will be competing again this year.”
My brothers, myself, and Valerie took to the front of the stage for a bow. Had we not been holding hands I would’ve toppled over and into the pit the second I bent over and lost my balance. Needed water for sure and likely a chair to plant my tired ass in for a while.
I took my time carefully walking down the platform stairs and as soon as I spotted Daddy, I called out to him. My head spun and my legs gave out. Down I went though I don’t remember hitting the ground.
Chapter Eighteen
Casey
Rocktoberfest
The look in Chase’s eyes said it all and the inaudibleDaddyput my legs in motion. Thank God David was beside him. He caught Chase seconds before he hit the ground, and I got to him.
With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I carried my unconscious boy to the awaiting golf cart Sikes manned and he ferried us off to the medical tent. Easton rode along with us, already on his phone ripping someone a new one and chattering on about no more back-to-back outdoor festivals. I only caught part of it. My focus was solely on my boy.
Immediately the medical staff assessed him and administered fluids via IV. Not long after those beautiful eyes I lost myself in more times than I could count slowly opened and found mine.
“Daddy?” They’d filled with tears. “What happened?”
“You got overheated and passed out. Scared the hell out of me.” I breathed a sigh of relief and mentally cursed myself for not having prevented this.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Songbird, but don’t be surprised when Daddy demands you drink more water and rest.”
“I won’t, Daddy, I promise.” Chase glanced around and recognized the body on the stretcher beside him. “Aaron, what happened to you?”
“Same thing.” He glanced up at his very angry, mohawk-wearing boyfriend. “Sorry.”
Couldn’t say I’d want to piss off that man, either. I’m sure his boyfriend, Daddy, whatever he was to him would be making similar demands to mine.
“When you see someone who’s white as a sheet you better damn well offer them water. If their set runs over then so be it. These fans pay a lot to be here, and I guarantee they’ll have no complaints with the bands playing longer, but they will care if you inadvertently kill one of their idols.” Easton’s voice echoed through the tent even though he stood outside of it.
“Who’s he yelling at?” Chase asked.
“I believe the stage manager who waved you through to the next song when he should’ve tossed you a bottle of water.” I was furious at him for doing that but even angrier with myself for not paying attention to my boy’s needs. Had I not become obsessed with setting up his room and getting him moved in my dumbass would’ve remembered to constantly remind him to drink water during our conversations before I got here.
“Chase,” Easton addressed him as he stepped inside. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a bus.”