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11. I'll be good, daddy

I woke up on a soft bed, it was dark and I remember nothing. I felt miserable. Where am I? "Where am I?" I spoke my thoughts out loud and rolled from one side to my back. There was something above me and it looked like another bed. I heard someone walking towards me. Blood wouldn't cut in me!!! Joel, dressed all in black, with a stony expression and smudged eyeliner, slowly approached me with a glass of water in his hand. I was obviously on their bus. "How did I get here? What happened?" I propped myself up on my elbows and crouched over Joel, who took a chair and sat down next to me. He was holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Come on, drink. All the way to the bottom. You're more drunk than any Finn." His voice was velvety and deep, his gaze cold. My heart was pounding in alarm, but I did as he told me. I took the glass from him and I was surprised that I didn't spill it as my hand was shaking. I drank it all and felt a little better. What the hell happened that I'm here? "I really don't know what you've been drinking, but don't do it again. I'll give you one more and then I'll put you in a taxi. I'll dont sitt here with you, I shouldn't be here and neither should you." His eyes still said nothing. Why is he so cold?

"What am I doing here? What happened?" My voice was also shaking, I must have looked absolutely terrible and I was right in bed in front of HIM. God, I was so embarrassed. What other embarrassing situation will Joel see me in? "You better tell me - or no, please, rather not. I don't even want to know what you were doing there with that bastard... you probably like to flirt and ... anyway-", I interrupted him: "What? About what are you talking? I don't even know who he was. I wasn't flirting with him, I just wanted to go home and he kept pouring me-" "Sure, you're the victim again. I'm not surprised," he got up from his chair and somehow didn't want to talk about it. I got really angry. "How can you say that? It's because of you that I ended up in a bar with that individual." He stopped halfway. He didn't even turn around and said completely emotionless if I was going to throw it at him now. Somehow I wasn't in a state where I was sane, I was still drunk and sick, my biggest idol was standing in front of me and he was treating me like an idiot. I rolled onto my stomach and let the tears roll down my cheeks. It flowed down quietly and I didn't even want to see him anymore. He discourage me. I didn't want him to see me cry, I curled up and my heart was throbbing. I want to go away...

I felt a touch on my back. I resigned myself to him, just pulled away and shook my head. He doesn't understand anything at all and obviously doesn't want to. "I'm sorry. Really. You're right, I don't know what happened. But also, without me, you might be lying on the ground in a park somewhere right now, having very bad memories." I turned sharply. "You were the one who brought me here, weren't you?" "Obviously." He answered calmly and for the very first time I saw him smiles. His gaze was much friendlier now, his azure eyes imbibe into mine. I had to have a black face from the liners and mascara. "Well sure, sorry. It was a stupid question, but why you?" The amusement on his face only grew. "If the lady here hadn't tagged me in the story she managed to film, which by the way I admire you for being able to handle it in such a state, then of course I wouldn't even know about you." I slightly opened my mouth, after all, the story was published before the bastard took it from me. But... "Where's my cell phone?" I blurted out desperately. Joel frowned. "Well, I didn't really have time to find out. I had enough to do with you." The corners of my mouth started twitching and I couldn't help myself. I started laughing out loud. The blond gave me a look that said: What the hell..? And he made his handsome face where the corners of his face turn down and his cheeks are decorated with the prettiest dimples I've ever seen.

"But now the truth. I want to explain to you and not be in your eyes as someone I'm definitely not. I got to the backstage through my own fault, but when I met Niko, I wanted to get out of there quickly. I realized what audacity that was and that I went too far. But Niko took me there to that secluded room and ..." I didn't want to finish it, I was embarrassed to say it, as if I was suing and really making myself a victim. "You don't have to tell me, I already know this. Niko confessed to me himself and he didn't really have to. I've known him long enough, I think, to know how he feels. I know I could have been gentler , but I don't want to mix the girls and the career. That's unacceptable." I didn't know what to say to him. I just added that I would always reject him anyway. I didn't know if he believed me, but he still kept his eyes on me. I continued. "I...was pretty confused about what happened and pissed me off too, the man approached me and took advantage of the situation where he saw the only girl who was obviously down mentally. He took me from the street to a bar and poured it into me, not even I didn't watch it. I didn't care. But then I started to feel sick and it was like my instinct for self-preservation was awakened. I was afraid, Joel. I don't know why, but I chose you, to whom I gave my message, that desperate attempt to call for help, i had sent. Then it went really fast. He took me to the park and then touching me..." I blushed. I won't describe this to him. After all, he was the one who interrupted our session, if that's true.

Joel was looking at me the whole time, listening intently, and again his expression was stony. Why was he changing so quickly? And most importantly, why did I feel like I was confessing to my father in front of him? Whether it was his expression, behavior or just his charisma. I think we both realized at that moment that we were alone there, there was a strange silence between us. It hugged us and the atmosphere was so different. For God's sake, the one you love so much is sitting across from you right now. He is amazing. His beautiful eyes that I was drowning in, the lines that lined them. The bow-shaped mouth, the flawless complexion... A nose that many might have argued was too blah blah. But to me, he was beautiful and framed his entire face to perfection. Masterpiece is the right word. I just felt it and had to. I reached out to him and kissed him. It was a short kiss.

"What the hell are you doing?" The singer screamed at me and pulled away. He flew like a devil out of the box, violently, knocking over the chair. Like he was burning against my mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I got up from the bed and wanted to calm him down. He just backed away and was even angrier than ever. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and called a taxi. What did I do so terrible?! Joel ended call.

"A taxi will be here in five minutes. He'll take you home. I'll go back to the band and you please come out, I have to lock." He stood at the bottom of the steps and waited, but he no longer looked me. It's a wonder lightning flashes didn't strike from him. I stretched around him, already ignoring more tears. It was damn cold outside. He quickly walked past me, locking and putting on his hood. He gave me one last brief look.

"Stay away from me."