Real Ugly(4)

I sigh.

“Just shut up, Blair, and help me pick him up.”

She frowns at me and tucks some of her blonde and black hair behind an ear while I dig my arms under Turner's pits and try to drag him to his feet.

“And what, pray tell, are we going to do with him once we get him up?” she asks as she bends down and joins me, tits practically spilling out the top of the tight corset she's got on. All three of us groan as we shift Turner's comatose body between us, leaving his legs dangling on the ground like perverted puppet masters in the world's worst marionette show.

“Just put him in my bed,” I say as I ignore another pointed stare from Blair.

“He's totally out, Mi. I doubt he could even get it up right now.”

“Blair, seriously?” I ask her as we dump him on the bottom bunk and shove his legs up onto my black comforter. “I'm not even going to respond to that,” I tell her as I hear a whimper from the bathroom and suddenly remember that I've left Hayden in an ice old shower. Oops. Blair and I exchange a look, and she sighs.

“Yes, I will clean up Campbell's puke as long as you don't start apologizing for him, too.”

“Fuck him,” I say.

“Good girl,” she tells me and spins away on her heel while I retreat back to the bathroom and switch off the water. Hayden is curled into a fetal position, sobbing, and while that's not unusual, it's kind of disturbing to watch.

I grab a towel from under the sink and throw it to her. It hits her in the face and falls to the floor. Hayden lets out a wail that makes my teeth hurt, and I suddenly regret grabbing the bitch before she fell. Should've let her crack her head wide open, I think as I step forward and start to strip her down. She doesn't protest, just flops around limply and lets me tear off her expensive, designer clothing that's supposed to scream 'I'm a rebel!', but instead just makes her look like a fucking tool.

“Come on,” I say to her as I grab her by the wrists. Don't need any help lifting this bitch. She weighs, like, maybe eighty freaking pounds. “You stupid, anorexic, motherfucker,” I snort as I drag Hayden into the hallway and practically shove her onto the bunk opposite Turner. As soon as her wet head hits the pillow, she starts to snore. I watch her for a moment and turn away, catching a glimpse of Turner's shuttered eyelids and gently parted lips. Believe it or not, he looks like a fucking angel again. I flick one of his lip piercings with my fingernails and move back into the kitchen/living room area with a sigh. The pot and the whiskey have already abandoned me and left me alone with nothing but stark, white reality. “Is it wrong to hate someone so much it hurts?” I ask Blair as she sprays the rug with some sort of organic cleaner that I just know isn't going to work. The last one she used was made out of tropical fruit and smelled like bubble gum; the piss stain on the hallway floor is still there. Enough said.

“Are you talking about Hayden or Turner?” Blair asks as we both look up and watch our driver/roadie/personal bitch, Spencer Harmon, step into the RV. She's got two armfuls of groceries and a wrinkled lip.

“God, what is that smell?” she asks as she sets the bags down and watches Blair go back to work, leather clad ass up in the air flashing a three inch line of butt crack. If I was into chicks, it'd be kind of hot.

“Turner Campbell's leftovers,” I say as I pop in a cigarette and smoke it with short, sharp puffs like it's a cigar or some shit. I watch with disgust as goose bumps spring up all over Spencer's arms and legs. Her full lips part gently and her dark lashes flutter.

“Turner Campbell was here?” she whispers, and I can't hold back the scowl that crosses my face. I shouldn't get so annoyed at the girl. I mean, she's only one of thousands who've fallen for that man's charisma. Myself included.

“Yeah, and he's trashed as shit. I walked in on him and Hayden fucking.”

“Hey,” Blair snaps as she sits up and pushes her bucket away, wiping an arm across her forehead. “I had to watch the whole thing happen and even listen to it.” I ignore her, and I don't ask why she didn't put a stop to it. Nobody stands up to Hayden except for me, and even then, it's questionable. Same thing goes for Turner Campbell, but not because he's scary like Hayden. He's just a god of the stage. He can do no wrong. I resist the urge to spit on the floor. It's already bad enough down there.

“Oh,” Spencer says, but the wonder in her brown eyes doesn't die and her skin prickles and crackles like it's been lit on fire. She removes the groceries like she's in a daze, pulling out healthy snacks like celery and carrots and broccoli that only she and Blair will eat. I can only hope there's something in there that's loaded up with carbs and sugar. “What time did he leave?”