Rules He Broke [G-eazy]

Chapter 5: Talk Me Down

Carly POV

My heart was racing in my chest as I followed Gerald into the club. It'd been years since I had been inside anything like this place. I followed behind Gerald's security and beside Grady who before even having a drink was already happy and in his own little world. I followed Gerald and the others to the VIP area, sinking into one of the sofas as I looked around.

" What do you want to drink love?" I looked to the waitress and cleared my throat before hollering over the music.

"Dirty martini." Already the boys were into their drinks and other substances. Mainly weed since it was legal inside the club. I hated this scene. It just reminded me of the life I had before the lawyer stuff really took off. I could remember Nate and his bipolar attitude. Gerald probably knew Nate. He's a rapper like himself and goes by NF. Let's just say I have a taste for the troubled ones.

I downed my martini before looking for one of the exits. My ears were ringing from the music and the boys no where to be found. I could occasionally see one of them on the dance floor. I rushed to the back exit and opened the door to the fresh and slightly cool air. I felt like I was suffocating. Like his hands were still wrapped around my neck in the club bathroom years ago. I rubbed my neck and took a few deep breaths almost screaming when someone touched my shoulder.

"Hey! Easy it's me. Christ... What's wrong?" His hands settled on my shoulders and he moved my hand away from my neck.

"Just talk me down." I mumbled and closed my eyes. I kept trying to contain my breathing as Gerald squeezed my shoulder.

"Relax. Ain't no one gonna hurt you. You're here with me. My guards are watching you just like they're watching me Car. You wanna talk about it?" I did, but I wasn't ready. Especially with him. He was a client. My boss in a way.

"I can't right now Gerald."

"Let's go back my place?"

"No I should probably go home."

"Nonsense. Come on. We'll go back to mine. You can stay at my guest room. From what I see you shouldn't be alone." His voice was soft and laced with concern. I only nodded and dug my keys from my purse before we walked towards the front of the building. Valet pulled up the car with my spare key before handing it back to me. I was obviously more sober yet Gerald snatched the key and walked to the driverside. Never had a drive been so silent that was until we pulled up to his house.

"You gonna talk to me?"

"You know Nate.... NF Nate?" I sighed and looked to the lights lining hia house. " He talks about how good of a person he is and all that shit. We were together before he got big and he was a drunk mess almost constantly. He would get so drunk when we hung out that he got really abusive... That club we went to he wrapped his hands around my neck and I swore I thought I was gonna die." I mumbled, rubbing my neck. "I woke up in a hospital room. He told them it was some stranger. I got so angry one day I told him to get out of my life. He listen, though I do everything possible not to run into him ever again."

"Carly-"

"Please don't say anything. I just freaked out. I got good at being safe Gerald. Really good at it." I pulled the door handle and walked inside with my bag and of course change of clothes. It'd surely be another long night at Gerald's. He unlocks the door and I looked around before heading to the spare room. A long mirror lined the wall, my face looked tired and lacked any real make-up. I slipped the dress off and grabbed sweats from my bag along with a t-shirt.

I could already hear music pouring from the studio room. My fingers gripped my laptop as I walked into the room. Surprisingly it was only Gerald. The music was soft as I leaned in the doorway. He was tapping his fingers along the board as the music played.

By '05 things had gotten worse
Moved to the basement, deep depressions a rotten curse
Hiding in a dark space, her mind and her body hurts
Becoming more reclusive and the pills should have been alerts
So the worse it got, I became more and more afraid
Until one night, I went into that room, on the floor she laid
I shook her she was blue, her skin was cold, she wasn't breathing
Screamed, "Melissa wake up" couldn't fathom that she was leaving
Mom and bro was running down, I screamed "somebody help"
Try pumping her chest, CPR, but it didn't help
Toughest pill to swallow, but we lost, that's forced reflection
While in her life you made her happy, thank you for the blessing
Even if I don't stay (Even if I don't stay)
Everything will be okay
(It'll be, it'll be okay)

I swallowed the lump in my throat watching his features once he caught me. I knew about Melissa. She was of course in the file. I felt as if I knew too much about Gerald in a way almost invading his privacy.

"Melissa was my mom's girlfriend. She overdosed and when I found her. I couldn't ever get over it. I guess kind of like you can't get over what Nate did you." I walked to the sofa and sunk into the spot in the sofa.

"I suppose. Granted I think what you went through was a lot worse." He shrugged and wheeled his chair, blocking me into my spot on the sofa.

"I think both were awful in their own ways." He looked to me and I could see his eyes were glossy. Either from weed or some other substance. "I know one thing my mom taught me was to never lay a hand on a woman." His fingers wrapped around the hand that didn't have my laptop in a death grip. "You're pretty amazing Carly." He nearly whispered it as he leaned in, I could smell whiskey on his breath. My client was going to kiss me. I placed my hand against his cheek and lowered my head.

"Thanks Gerald... You're drunk get some rest alright?" I gently pushed his chest so his chair would roll back before I found myself rushing upstairs. I couldn't let this happen.... Could I?