Page 40 of Iris' Lying Eyes
Dropping my arm, I stare after him before muttering, “Bastion . . .”
“What?”
“Where? If you’re taking me back to that damn house . . .”
Glancing at me, he says, “No. I thought you said nothing happened?”
“Nothing did happen. It was boring.”
He grunts and waits for me at the door. I slip on the shoes and precede him out the door with a grumpy frown.
I suppose I should be happy to get out of the house, but I’m not sure how being anywhere near Bastion is a good thing.
We’re like oil and water; we do not mix well.
Once we’re in the car, I ask, “Where are the guys? I haven’t seen them since I got here.”
Bastion taps his finger against his leg. “That’s because they don’t come here.”
“Why?”
He raises a brow, and I copy him, smirking when he huffs. Finally, he says, “We’re not those boys anymore.”
“Really? Just like that? They were your best friends.”
“Why do you fucking care?” He barks, and I pause before shrugging.
“I guess I don’t. They never liked me anyway.”
“Yeah, well, you never gave them a reason to.”
I don’t respond, and he drops to silence.
Thankfully, we pull up to our destination, but I eye the warehouse with a frown.
“What are we doing here?”
“What? You don’t want to see your old crew?” Bastion sneers.
Ignoring him and whatever crawled up his ass and died, I point out, “Isn’t this McCafferty territory?”
Of course, I get a grunt in return before he exits, and I follow warily. The last time I was here, I was high and on Jagger’s arm.
I don’t remember much of the evening, but I’m pretty sure he forced me to suck his dick. Another epic memory.
Why Bastion would bring me here is anyone’s guess, but I don’t like where this is headed.
The party is raging when we step inside, and glancing around, I recognize many people here.
Most ignore me, which is fine, but I wave halfheartedly when Cherry spots me through the crowd. She’s high, weaving in place, but she smiles wide.
Cherry is one of the lost ones. She’s bound so tightly to this world that men like Jagger use her with the promise of more blow. That was me once upon a time, and I shiver at the dissonance.
Bastion stalks through the masses, and with a sigh, I follow. I’m within feet of every drug I’ve craved since I got clean and bringing me here is like waving candy in front of a child.
Absently, I note that my palms are sweaty even as a droplet slides down my spine.
I know I can never escape my past, but that doesn’t mean I want to confront it tonight. I guess I hoped I could finish the job and disappear before it came to this.