“Thanks for telling me. So it was the drugs that made her depressed?”
“Yes, along with the family genes. Their mother was institutionalized when they were young.”
“Oh, my, that must have been rough on them.”
It wasn’t difficult to feel compassion for the siblings and to understand Carl’s protectiveness of his sister. All they had were each other, and when she attempted suicide, he perhaps lost a screw as well. He became obsessed with getting back at the man he thought hurt his sister.
After she had chatted with Reid, she sat on the sofa while Reid went out. She waited for a couple of hours, hoping Colt would come out. He didn’t. Finally, she went to her room, showered and ordered room service, having her dinner alone.
* * * *
A month went by after the incident with Carl. The journalist wrote an entire front spread dedicated to Purple Crush and the injustice he was given throughout the years. He even admitted to misunderstanding the rock star. What he omitted was his sister’s drug problem and what happened to her as a result of it. However, he did apologize for all the bad press he’d given Colt and even mentioned that most of the articles he wrote were influenced by what Jason told him. He went on to cover Jason’s sentencing along with the dirty attorney who committed insurance fraud, collecting 25% of the insurance money.
With all that and the fact that everything was settled, Colt still had not come out of his shell. They had canceled the final concert for Florida due to the trial, and now they were trying to reschedule another. It was near Christmas, and all the popular venues were booked. They would have to wait until next summer to have the concert; therefore, their tour was officially over. In the meantime, they would make use of the studio and record new songs in time for the next tour.
Chelsea needed answers. The relationship felt like it was over, and she needed closure. She was making plans to return to Virginia, but she needed to hear Colt tell her what was in his heart. After showering, she made it her mission to confront him.
Since the day after they returned from her identifying Jason, he spent most of his time locked away. When he did come out of his room, he was quiet and distant. He sometimes went out on his own, refusing to let anyone go with him and would return hours later. Occasionally, she wondered if perhaps he’d returned to his old ways.
It was Sunday evening. Reid had gone on a date with Ella, and the guys were partying somewhere in the suburbs. The suite was in darkness except for a light coming from Colt’s room through the door that was slightly ajar.
She found him pacing the room frantically. When she gave the door a gentle push, it opened a little bit more. Colt paused, turning to look at her in dismay. They looked at each other for a moment before she stepped inside the room and closed the door.
“Colt, what’s the matter? Have you been avoiding me?” He looked away without saying anything. “So you have been avoiding me. I knew it. You spend most of your time locked in here, and when you do come out, you hardly say two words to me. I can feel the rift, and I need to know what’s going on.”
He shuffled, sighing deeply, and then looked at her. “I can’t do this,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Chelsea, it’s too intense … I mean this between us; we can’t go on like this anymore. It’s driving me crazy!”
Her heart stopped, and so did her breathing. There were a few minutes of silence as the blood drained from her face, and she gasped, taking in a lungful of air. “Are you breaking up with me?” She’d known it, but hearing it coming from his lips was still painful.
“Chelsea, listen to me. It’s not what you think.”
“No, I don’t want to listen. I heard you loud and clear, Colt. I’ll leave quietly, no need for you to work yourself up into a frazzle like this. I’m going home.”
She turned, grabbing the door handle. “I want to marry you!” his voice was loud and clear, but she wasn’t certain she heard him correctly. She whipped around to face him.
“What?”
He took three strides and was standing in front of her in a second. “I want you to marry me,” he repeated. Then he did something that made her eyes widen. Her mouth fell open while her was heart flipping like Simone Biles. Colt got down on one knee. He started rummaging through his pockets, then after a few seconds he held up his fist as if he’d found lost treasure. Slowly, he unfolded his hand, and inside was a dainty princess cut diamond ring with tiny side stones. The heart now took off down the track like Usain Bolt.
“Found it!” he exclaimed. “Been carrying this around for four months.” He grinned. “Now answer me,” he said.
“Colt, you can’t get married, what about your fans?”
His face fell as his shoulders sagged. “Don’t you want to marry me?”
“Yes, of course I want to marry you, silly!”
He was on his feet, stepping close to her with a wide grin. “Is that your final answer?”
“But Colt, what about your fans? They don’t want you to marry,” she said in a low tone.
“Fuck the fans; you said yes, and you can’t take it back.”
Chelsea giggled. “You can’t say, ‘fuck the fans’, Colt,” she replied.
He cupped her face. “I told you not to swear, Chelsea,” he happily murmured.
“But …” she started to protest, but her speech was cut short by his lips capturing hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, giving in to the kiss with all that her heart had to offer.
THE END
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