White Trash Damaged Part 5

"Huh?" I looked at her, confused.

"Or want to do? You know, what's your jam, what's your ident.i.ty? Sing? Cook? Rock climb? Cage fight?" She elbowed me, and I laughed. "I know being on the road doesn't really give you the chance to hold down a steady career, but there's gotta be something you love to do besides sit around in that trailer waiting for Tucker all day?"

"I'm not really sure." I grabbed a notebook off the stack, wondering if Tucker would like it. I hadn't really thought about what I wanted to do. . . . All I'd wanted was an escape . . . and to be with Tucker and support him. But I hadn't yet considered my own pa.s.sions and dreams.

"That's cute. You should get that one. Use it for a diary."

"Oh, I don't keep a diary." I tossed the book back on the stack. Sarah grabbed it.

"You have to get your thoughts out somehow. My head would explode if I didn't write songs or poetry." She smiled as she held it out to me. I hesitated, but I realized it might be nice to get my feelings down on paper at times when Tuck wasn't there to talk to. Music had always been a large part of my life in helping me when I was feeling down. Being able to create that would be a dream come true. I grabbed it and tossed it in the cart along with a pack of pens.

"Couldn't hurt." I shrugged as we continued through the store. "So . . . what does your family think of you being on the road with all of these guys?"

"We don't talk much." She tucked her hair behind her ear and frowned as she looked over cans of soup. "You think this is healthy?"

"I have no clue." I grabbed a few cans and began to look over the ingredients. "I don't have any family to speak of either."

"A merry band of misfits." She laughed and b.u.mped me with her shoulder. "Let me know if any of the guys give you trouble."

"Sure. Thanks." I was surprised by how kind and easygoing Sarah was. Watching her onstage she gave off the impression that she was larger than life and more than a little intimidating. It was interesting to see how much of that was a mask and not at all who she really was. It made me realize that what you saw on television or read in magazines had little to do with how these people actually lived.

We collected a few more items and spent a good twenty minutes looking through funky hair accessories. Sarah held up a spool of black ribbon that faded into a pale blue.

"Not very rock star." I laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"I meant for you, would make your eye color pop."

"I'm more of a plain-Jane type." I laughed and grabbed a pack of hair ties from the shelf.

"That isn't a type, Ca.s.s. That's a tragedy." She grabbed the hair ties from my hand and tossed them back at the rack. "You are too pretty not to show it off to the world."

By the time we had made it back to the buses I felt light, happy, and optimistic. I didn't realize how much I'd been longing to talk to another woman about everything that was going on. I hoped I saw her again soon. Her kindness had caught me off guard. There was more to her than meets the eye, and she seemed to feel the same way about me, although I didn't see it.

I PUT AWAY ALL of the groceries and stored the extra cans and boxes in Dorris's room. I grabbed my new notebook and stack of pens and sat down at the tiny kitchen table at the front of the bus.

"My thoughts . . ." I mumbled to myself. "Poetry . . ."

I doodled a few hearts and stars on the paper before I began to write.

Love is like a waterfall I cringed and scribbled out the words. What does that even mean? I started again, thinking of how much I loved Tucker.

Your kindness filled the emptiness of my soul Great. Now I was the old bucket in the trailer hallway that caught water from the leaky roof. This was harder than I expected. I scribbled out the words, feeling defeated. I didn't have some hidden talent; I was nothing special. The frustration began to spill out of me as I scribbled onto the paper.

They don't know how their words have cut me Bleeding and dying but you can never hurt me Again. . . .

I refuse to let this break me, my soul is bruised but you can't shake me If I die alone in bed, wrapped in my thoughts trapped in my head I will forgive all you have done wrong, with pen to paper and tell my song Fill these sheets with my pain, and one day I will learn to love again I could hear the band laughing and chatting just seconds before the door to the bus opened. I closed my notebook and slid it under my legs, suddenly embarra.s.sed. These guys were real poets; I'd hate for them to think I could try to create anything close to what they did.

"Hey, sweetheart." Tucker placed his hand on the back of my head as he bent down to kiss me on the lips.

"How'd it go?" I asked as I watched the band mill about in the tiny s.p.a.ce.

"Productive," Terry called out as he dug through the cabinets. "Food!"

"Holy s.h.i.t! We've been anti-robbed!" Eric laughed as he grabbed the box of fruit snacks and slid in the seat across from me at the table.

"You did this, Ca.s.s?" Chris asked as he pulled a Gatorade from the mini fridge.

"I did," I said, beaming. "And I b.u.mped into Sarah, too, actually. It was fun."

"If that's what you consider a good time, Tucker is not fulfilling your needs," Eric joked, and Tucker smacked him on the arm before nudging me over so he could sit next to me.

"It was! We hung out, gossiped in the cereal aisle." I grinned at Eric who suddenly looked more interested in my shopping spree. Something about his expression made me wonder if he had an interest in her.

"What's this?" Tucker pulled my notebook out from under him.

"Nothing. It's stupid." I reached for the book as Tucker flipped it open and his eyes danced over the page. He let me pull it from his hands as he stared ahead. His expression was unreadable. "I told you it was stupid."

"No. It's . . . beautiful. You're a natural."

"I want to see!" Eric reached across the table, but I pulled the book back before he could grab it.

"Reach across this table again and you will pull back a nub!"

"d.a.m.n! She has been hanging out with Sarah." Chris laughed as he shoved some crackers in his mouth.

"So what did you guys talk about?" Eric leaned back in his seat, trying to look unconcerned, but it was obvious he was crushing on her.

"A lady never tells." I smirked.

"True. Now spill it."

I narrowed my eyes at Eric as Tucker chuckled. He slid his hand under the table and squeezed my knee as he winked at me, which sent b.u.t.terflies into flight in my stomach. Sometimes it still didn't seem real that I was dating him.

I leaned my elbows on the table like I was ready to spill all of the juicy details of our chat.

"She said you have a really big . . ."

Eric leaned forward, giving me his undivided attention.

"Ego." I let out a laugh, and Eric threw a fruit snack at my head.

"Fine. Don't tell me." Eric's focus turned to Tucker. "What's in the notebook?"

All of the band was quiet waiting for some big reveal.

"Poetry," Tucker replied as he ran his hand through my hair, slipping it behind my ear.

"I had no idea you were so deep." Terry looked genuinely surprised.

"That's what . . ." I began, and all of the guys burst out in laughter.

"No . . . just, no," Chris said as he shook his head.

"You should write more. You have a real talent, sweetheart." I could have melted under Tucker's gaze.

I shrugged, embarra.s.sed at the attention, especially since it didn't feel warranted.

"We have a meeting with a potential manager in half an hour. We should get ready." Tucker kissed my temple before sliding out of the booth and stretching.

The band scattered as they took care of personal business before the meeting. Tucker smiled as he held out his hand to me. I took it, letting him pull me from the booth. His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me against him.

"I'm serious about the poetry," he whispered. "You should keep writing."

"Thank you." It was incredibly hard to slip back into the mind-set of who I was back in the trailer park, but it was worth it to hear someone as talented as Tucker tell me I was good at something. I pressed my lips against his and let my eyes fall closed. I loved how his kiss could make us feel like the only people in the world, even in a crowded bus. My lips fell open as Tucker's tongue ran over my bottom lip. We deepened our kiss, and I was breathless by the time I pulled back for air. My eyes slowly opened to see the rest of the band watching us. I was mortified.

"You guys need to get a life." Tucker laughed and shook his head. I wanted to crawl in our bed and hide from the world.

"We need to get a video camera," Eric shot back, and Chris held up his hand to give him a high five.

"So . . . a new manager." I cleared my throat, hoping to change the subject.

"Hopefully it goes well. We won't be long." Tucker leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Dorris picked her out, so it shouldn't be too hard a decision."

With that, the guys filed out of the bus, and I was left alone again. I wondered if it would always be this way-brief pockets with Tucker while he drifted in and out on official band business. I would definitely need to take up a hobby, otherwise I was going to go out of my mind. Plus, I refused to be just a trophy girlfriend-I knew I was worth more than that.

I flipped open the notebook again and sat back down at the table. For nearly twenty minutes I stared at the words I had written before deciding this cramped s.p.a.ce wasn't conducive to creativity. I grabbed the book and pen and stepped out into the bright parking lot. I squinted as I scanned the rows of cars, looking for somewhere a little more private. I rounded the back of the bus and found another, smaller bus parked behind ours. I was sure it was Fifth's, but it was still, silent, and I figured they had gone out as well. I slid down against the back of our bus and placed my notebook on my lap as I began to jot down a few more lines. Memories of my past flooded my thoughts.

The smell of whiskey and cigarettes filled my nose, replacing the sweet smell of freedom. My hands flew to the back of my head as I struggled to pry Jackson's fingers from my hair. "Jax, let go of me!" I struggled to get my footing as he lifted me from the bed by my hair. His dirty fingers gripped onto my throat, cutting off my pleas for help. I stared into the lifeless bloodshot eyes of my boyfriend, silently pleading for him to let me go.

"Where is my dope?" he asked, his words slurring as his grip tightened. I clawed at his fingers, desperate for a gasp of air. "I know you f.u.c.king took it." I struggled to shake my head as my body grew weak. He released me, flinging my body back on the bed. I struggled to take in deep breaths as he loomed over me, waiting for an answer.

"I didn't. I wouldn't," I protested as I waited for his blows.

Lying crumpled and broken on empty sheets, feel the pain settle deep within me I stand to fight another day, bracing for the blows on shaky legs I take this pen and find my voice, fill the sheets with words of noise My heart races to set the beat, as I bare my soul on empty sheets "Plotting out world domination?" a female voice called from the window of the bus in front of me.

"I'm still in the early planning stages," I called back to Sarah who smiled and slid the window closed before appearing in the doorway of the bus.

"I needed to get out of there. It's like a coffin." She sighed as she gathered her dark hair and pulled it back into a hair tie. "Where are the guys?" she asked as she sank down next to me.

"At a meeting with a possible new manager," I replied as I chewed on the end of my pen.

"Yikes." She laughed as she picked up a pebble and tossed it toward her bus. "Well, you are just in time for the show."

I c.o.c.ked my head to the side, not understanding what she meant until the door to the bus flew open again and Lizzy stepped outside. She had a cigarette dangling from her lips, and her hair was a wild mess of curls.

"Wow. . . ."

"I thought you would find that interesting. She shacked up with Derek last night. The sounds coming from his bunk would give you nightmares." She laughed. "At one point I wondered where they had gotten a goat."

I chuckled as I stared up at Lizzy whose eyes landed on me and anger flashed through them.

"What are you looking at?" she spat as she lit her cigarette. "You think you're better than me just because you're banging a lead singer?" She laughed as she shook her head. "I've already had him. You're not that special."

She reminded me of Cadence, Tucker's ex-girlfriend. She was desperate to cling to anyone else's coattails instead of building a meaningful relationship, and she didn't care who she had to step on to get there. It made me sick to see the desperation in her eyes as she tried to pull me down with her.

Her words cut through me like a knife, and I could feel all happiness seeping out of the wound. I tried to form a response, but I couldn't speak. I was right back in the lobby of that hotel when I saw Tucker with his ex-girlfriend. My heart stopped in my chest as I saw Lizzy's eyes lock onto mine. I was an obstacle, not a person, and my feelings meant nothing. I had taken her words to heart, believed that I wasn't good enough for him and was only a placeholder until the next best thing came along. But those were my own insecurities, not how Tucker really saw me. Still, in the heat of the moment it was incredibly hard not to believe I wasn't good enough. It was something that had been drilled into me for years and not an easy notion to let go of.

"Don't believe me? I think my favorite picture in his bunk is the one of him on his bike."

Sarah pushed to her feet and was in front of Lizzy before I could absorb what she had just said to me.

"The free ride stops here. Get your s.h.i.t, and get the h.e.l.l off my bus," Sarah yelled as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Screw both of you!" Lizzy yelled back as she stormed onto the bus to gather her things. I pushed to my feet and made my way to the front of our bus. I needed to lie down, to think. I felt like my head was going to explode. I tossed my notebook on the floor and slipped into Tucker's bunk. My eyes danced over the pictures Tucker had taped to the top of the bed. My vision clouded over with tears as I looked up at a picture of him straddling his motorcycle.

"Ca.s.s?" Sarah called from the entrance of the bus. I didn't respond. I was afraid the floodgates would open and I would completely lose control of myself.

"You have to trust him to make this work. Tucker's a good guy."

"Tucker wouldn't . . ." I began, but my voice cracked.

"You're d.a.m.n right he wouldn't. He loves you, and he loves Terry."

"The picture is right here."

"There is an explanation. You need to be stronger. You can't let her manipulate how you feel this easily."

"I am just so scared that I will wake up and everything with Tucker will all have been a dream."

It reminded me of all the times I had dreamed my father had come back and was now part of my life. I'd run through the scenario a thousand times in my mind wondering what it would be like, but it always ended in disappointment when I woke the next morning. I was scared that one day I would wake up and find that Tucker had never really come back to find me and I was just torturing myself.

"That's good. I'm going to write that down."

I pushed open the curtain and saw Sarah reaching for my notebook. I held my breath as her eyes scanned what I'd written.

"This is amazing, Ca.s.s. You have a way with words." She smiled up at me as she folded the notebook closed and handed it to me. I slid it under Tucker's pillow. "That would make a killer song."

"Thanks." I smiled, pride beginning to bolster my spirits again.

Sarah stood and began to make her way to the front of the bus.

"Sarah?"

She stopped, turning to look back at me.

"Thanks for talking some sense into me. . . . I . . . I don't know what I was thinking."

"You're only human. If it makes you feel better, I can chase down Lizzy and kick her a.s.s." She winked, and I laughed.