Besitos

15

Despite Ray's warnings, a couple days later and I find myself in Vic's bunk again.

I haven't told anyone what happened between Ray and I. I don't know how to bring it up, and I don't want to embarrass myself by telling anyone what he did or said. I also don't want it to flip around on me somehow, like I instigated it because next thing I know, I'll be kicked out of the band. Its not worth losing everything, not now. Not while we're this big. So I'm keeping it to myself, I'm hiding my bruise until it heals.

Things got a little complicated, though. As Vic and I are fooling around, he grabs my hip and I flinch in pain, pushing him away.

"Did I press too hard?" he asks me softly.

"No, you're fine. I just bumped into something the other day and I got hurt."

"Lemme see it." he says, reaching to pull my shirt up.

"No its fine!" I say too quickly, pulling my shirt down quickly.

He looks at me confused. "Wren. Whats going on?"

"Nothing." I say. "I just don't want to make it worse or anything."

"Looking wont make it worse. Trust me, I've got plenty of bruises and scratches on tour, I'm pretty much a doctor now."

"I don't want you to see it." I say, my voice coming off a little too harsh.

"Ooookay" he says slowly, giving me a look like he doesn't believe me, but to my surprise he doesn't press it more.

"So where is everyone?" I ask. Usually his bus isn't this quiet. Actually, normally it isnt quiet at all.

"Tony and Jaime are out at some event today, like some race car thing." he says. "And Mike has been talking to someone for awhile now who lives in the area so he's off seeing her today."

"Oh thats cute." I say. "Have you met her?"

"Nah, not yet. Despite what everyone thinks he's usually lowkey with women."

I laugh. "Mike?"

"Yeah, Mike is." he says, his tone short.

"Last week he bragged about sleeping with three women in a single night." I remind him. "And two of them were still there when he bragged about it."

For the first time since I've known him I see a look flash across his face. Its not there long, but just enough for me to recognize it. He's angry.

I see him try to fight it, his eyes look in a different direction and he takes a deep breath, quiet but deep enough for me to notice his chest raise with it. His fists are, unbeknownst to him, clenched. Its weird to see Vic like this. He's always in a good mood, and if not then usually its sad, not angry. 

"You know he's my brother, right?" he asks, his voice still controlled.

"Vic, I know." I say softly. I don't want to upset him but he's also delusional if he thinks that Mike isn't a womanizer. "I just was saying that Mike isn't, like, secret about his women."

"Is anyone secret on tour? I've seen Mac with women. Are you going to stick up for him, or is it just Mike who gets judged?"

"Okay thats not the same and you know it. Mac isn't with a different person every night." I point out.

His eyes return to mine and this time I see that his anger isn't concealed at all anymore. Its full fledge.

"Thats not the point." he responds, his voice low and angry. "You can't judge someone and not judge someone else who's doing the exact same thing just because you're close to him."