The Maddox Brothers: Beautiful Burn Part 42

"That's bulls.h.i.t, Ellie! Just because I warn a bank I'm going to rob it, doesn't mean the bank had it coming!"

"Be sure to tell everyone at the bar that when you're crying in your beer," I seethed.

"I don't have to go to the bar every time something in my life doesn't go right. It's called being an adult. And I'm d.a.m.n sure not crying over you," he said, rolling up the window. He stomped on the gas, squealing backward in a half-circle, and then spun out of the back lot and into the street, barreling toward the highway.

I stood alone for a while, stunned. In the year I'd known him, Tyler had never spoken to me that way. Love made people hate in a way they never would have before.

The snow made the world quiet, but even silence made a sound. I tugged my luggage through the snow, up and over the curb to the back door. My key was ice cold, burning my fingers while my hand trembled. In a steady rhythm, the wheels banged against every stair, and then I let it all fall forward when I made it to the top.

I took the few steps to the fridge and grabbed the last can of beer, noticing the only thing left was moldy cheese and a bottle of mustard. The beer hissed at me when I popped the top, the bitter liquid feeling cold and comforting in my throat. There was half a pint of vodka in the cabinet, but payday was a week away.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I scrambled to answer.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"It's Jojo. You back?"

"I am," I said, brushing the snow from my hair.

"You bored?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Cheap drinks at a dive bar?" she said. "I'll pick you up."

"Sounds perfect."

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.

Jon Bon Jovi played from the jukebox in the corner, its yellow, green, and blue glow one of the only sources of light in Turk's besides the fluorescents over the bar.

A small group of local s...o...b..arders were shooting tequila in the corner, and despite my occasional flirtatious glances in their direction, they weren't going to share.

Annie stayed busy behind the bar, raking in the last of the ski season's share of tips. I was sitting on a stool in front of her soda gun, watching her mix drinks I couldn't afford. Jojo had already bought me two, and I wasn't going to ask for another. Unfortunately, no one was looking to flirt with a jetlagged, hungover party girl too broke to party.

I looked around, feeling more desperate as the minutes pa.s.sed, listening to Jojo go on about Liam and his invitation for her to meet him in North Carolina.

A shot was placed in front of me, and I turned to thank whoever it was. My smile faded when I saw a platinum pompadour and sweet grin.

"You look like you've had better days, Ellie," Paige said, straightening one of her enormous gold leaf earrings.

I faced forward. "Go away, Paige."

"That's not very nice. I just bought you a drink."

I craned my neck at her. "My sister won't speak to me because of you."

Jojo leaned forward. "I can't believe you did that, Paige. What the f.u.c.k were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," she said without apology. "I was drunk and maybe a lot high."

Jojo wrinkled her nose. "What happened to you? You used to be so sweet. Now you're full of holes and covered in cheap artwork."

"Go f.u.c.k a kangaroo, Jojo."

"You're a c.u.n.t rag, Paige. Your fake, innocent smile fools no one," Jojo said, turning to watch the television overhead.

Paige seemed unfazed, resting her cheek on her palm. "I wasn't trying to be mean. I didn't realize it was a secret."

"If you're going to pull something that heinous, at least own it. I'd respect you more," I said, grabbing the shot and throwing it down my throat.

"Want another one?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. She had plans for me, and I didn't care what they were. I just wanted to get drunk and not care for a night.

"It depends. What did you put in that shot?"

"Nothing fun, unless you're making a request."

"I'll just take another drink."

Paige signaled to Annie, who nodded.

"Where's your boy?" Paige asked, lifting her leg to climb onto the stool to my right. She was wearing tight jeans and a tank top under a flannel shirt, showing off her curves and cleavage all while staying warm.

"Not here," I said, throwing back the next shot Annie sat before me.

"Hey," Paige said with a giggle. "Wait for me." She lifted her chin and the dark liquid left the gla.s.s, emptying down her throat. She placed the gla.s.s upside down and slid it toward Annie, ordering two doubles.

I drank them as fast as Annie could make them. Finally, Paige cut me off. "You're going to drink my paycheck. I came in with a fifty, and it's gone."

"Thank you," I said, holding up my empty tumbler.

"Pace yourself," Jojo said. "When Dad falls off the wagon, it's easier for him to climb back on without a hangover."

"I'm already hungover," I said. "Or I was ... six drinks ago."

"You're keeping track?" Paige asked. "That's impressive."

Jojo snorted. "Only counting to six would be impressive to you, Miley Cyrus."

"Why did you bring her to a bar if she's on the wagon, Jojo?" Paige asked, leaning forward.

"Why did you bring her Crown to her house? Why are you buying her shots now? I just wanted to have a couple of drinks and chat, not get her wasted so I could talk her into unG.o.dly things."

"You sure?" Paige asked with a sweet smile.

"Go f.u.c.k yourself, Paige."

"Now, ladies," I said, smiling when I felt the warmth settling into my muscles. "No need to fight over who is the best enabler."

"It's not funny," Annie said, glaring at us with her round, chocolate eyes while she furiously dried a gla.s.s. "You're both a.s.sholes if she was trying to get sober." She looked at me. "You're cut off, Ellie. Get the h.e.l.l out of here."

My mouth fell open. "What did I do?"

"You let me serve drinks to an alcoholic. I better not see you in here again or I'll call Wick. Jojo ... shame on you."

Jojo made a face. "Oh, please. Like Daddy doesn't come in here and get drunk when he fights with Mom."

"Not for a long time," Annie said, her shoulder-length brown curls shaking as she scolded and worked at the same time. "Take her home."

"Okay ... okay, we're going," I said, standing to gather my things.

"I'll take you home," Paige said.

"No." I shook my head. "You still haven't apologized for New Year's Eve."

Paige took a step toward me, six inches too far into my personal s.p.a.ce. "What do you think I'm trying to do?"

She leaned in, tilted her head, and pressed her lips to mine. The s...o...b..arders in the corner cheered like their favorite hockey team had just scored.

"Buy those girls a drink!" one of them yelled, pointing at us.

I looked to Annie, but she pointed to the door.

Paige led me out by the hand, but once we stepped into the alley, she backed up against the wall and yanked me toward her. Her tongue ring banged against my teeth, her hands firmly on each side of my face.

I heard someone giggle to my left, and I turned to a woman in the same position as Paige, pulling Sterling's face against hers. Her knee was. .h.i.tched to his hip.

His red-rimmed eyes drifted, and when he recognized me, I could see that he was just as drunk as I was, if not more. We watched each other for a long time, and then Sterling's friend pulled him to face her again, demanding his attention.

Paige tried to do the same, but I backed away.

"Ellie?" Paige said, confused.

I walked toward the street, pa.s.sing Sterling and his new friend and turning right toward downtown. I stopped on the corner, looking down when a police cruiser rolled by. The light changed, and I hurried across the street to the only twenty-four-hour convenience store in town.

"Bathroom?" I asked.

The clerk pointed to the back, and I ran.

"Hey. Hey! No puking in there!"

I burst through the door and leaned back against it, sliding down to the floor. Pieces of toilet paper and paper towels were lying all around me, and I could feel the a.s.s of my jeans getting wet from one of the many small puddles on the floor. I reached back for my phone, my thumb hovering over the display.

Before I could change my mind, I pressed the last name I ever thought I'd dial-a number Finley had programmed into my phone three months before.

It rang twice before she picked up. "Ellison? My G.o.d, it's so good to hear from you."

"Sally," I began. "I'm in the bathroom of a convenience store. I think it's the only open one in town."

"Where?"

"Estes Park. I'm going to need a car to the nearest rehabilitation center. I've tried to stop drinking ... I've..." I took a deep breath. "I can't do it on my own. I'm drunk right now."

"Someone will be there in fifteen minutes. Sit tight, Ellison. We're going to get you well."

I set the alarm on my phone and waited on the dirty floor. Before the chime went off, the clerk knocked on the door.

"Hey, lady? You all right in there?"

"I'm okay," I said, sniffing. I crawled over to the far wall and pulled some toilet paper off the roll, wiping my eyes between sobs.

"There's a guy out here. Says he's picking you up."

I scrambled to my feet, stunned by my reflection in the mirror. Twin thick black streaks of mascara stained my cheeks from my eyes to my jaw line. My hair was in rats, my eyes dull and gla.s.sed over. I yanked open the door to see Tyler standing next the clerk, looking very large next to the short, scrawny boy.

He sighed, relieved. "Ellison ... I've been looking everywhere."

I wiped my hands on my jeans and tried to walk out without stumbling. Tyler followed me outside, ready to catch me if I fell. He draped his army jacket over my shoulders and fidgeted.

"I'm so f.u.c.king sorry," he blurted out. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything I said."

"I know."

"No," he said, reaching for me. "No, you don't know. You don't have a f.u.c.king clue how much I love you. I'm just ... I'm out of ideas. Things were so good before my birthday. I just want to get back there somehow."

I swayed backward, but he pulled me against his side.

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked.

"A lot," I said, my bottom lip trembling. "I saw Sterling."

Tyler's expression changed from worry to rage. "Where? Did he say something to you? How did you get here? Him?"

I shook my head and crossed my arms. "I walked."

"Jesus, Ellie, it's freezing."

"I don't want to be like him."

"Sterling?" he asked, caught off guard. "You're not. You're nothing like him."

"I'm exactly like him. I'm a drunk, selfish a.s.shole who cares about no one." I turned to Tyler. "I can't love you. I don't even love myself."