Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(54)

“Fuck, man, tidy yourself up,” Sam says, sitting at my side. “Blair, look at me.”

I can’t. I can’t move. My eyes are on Nate. It is like I can’t look away.

“Shit, something is wrong with her.”

“Blair, sweetie.” Naomi kneels down in front of me, but it’s like I can’t process anything. I can see them, but my body won’t cooperate. “Blair.” She shakes me. “Fuck.”

I see flashes going off.

“Shit, who called the fucking reporters?” I hear Sam’s voice behind me.

“Blair, you need to stand up.”

But I can’t.

“Troy, I’m scared, she’s not moving.”

“Blair.” Troy shakes me hard.

“Don’t hurt her. Fuck, what do we do? This is so messed up,” Sam says in a panicked voice.

“My muse. My beautiful muse.” Nate is in front of me, looking at me, stroking my face. “I missed you. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave.” He starts begging, tears in his eyes. “I will stay here forever if it means I get to stay with you.” He places his head on my lap. “Always stay with me.”

“How much did he use?” I hear Sam.

It’s too much. I just hear Nate’s words going over and over in my head.

Don’t leave me, never leave me. It’s on repeat. I feel my heart going faster until things start to get dizzy, then darkness slowly takes over.

“Blair.” I hear Naomi. I want to answer her that something is wrong, but the words are caught in my throat. “Something is wrong. Call nine-one-one.”

“My muse.” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.





I wake up to my sister screaming at someone. I open my eyes to see Tegan pointing at Nate.

“Look at you, you are still using. My sister is in the hospital because of you and you are still as high as a kite.”

“I just want to make sure she’s okay,” Nate says, pulling his hair.

“Tough. Once your dick entered that whore, you lost all rights to care. I warned you. I fucking warned you. A girl flutters her eyes for one second and you run straight into her cunt,” Tegan shouts.

“Tegan.” I groan.”

She runs to my side, taking hold of my hand.

“What happened?” My head is a little hazy.

“Doctor said you had an anxiety attack. You are okay, just a little dehydrated. But you’re going to be okay.” Tears fall down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

She chuckles. “You are in the hospital and you are still looking after me. Just don’t do that again, okay?”

I nod.

“Blair.” I hear Nate and I face him and see dark circles. I cringe when I see he is still wearing the same clothes that he was fucking Christal in.

“Get out,” I tell him.

“Blair, please,” he pleads with me, but I can see it in his eyes that he is on something.

“Just leave me alone.”

“You heard her, now get out or I will force you to get out.”

He looks at me one more time before going.

“Thank you,” I croak out.

“The boy just lost the one good thing in his life. It’s his loss. You are able to come back home soon; the guys have decided to cancel the tour.”

I sit up even though it feels like my body weighs a ton.

“Don’t cancel. I’m okay.”

“You need to rest.” She starts stroking my hair.

“I will rest until tonight. I am fine.” Physically, I am. Emotionally, I’m drained.

“If you’re sure.” She looks uncertain.

“I am.” I give her a smile.

“You could have told me she is awake.” Naomi walks in. “I swear, bitch, if you ever do that to me again, next time I will just slap you.”

I chuckle. “Love you too.”

She comes to my side and bursts into tears.

“I am so sorry I didn’t tell you about Troy. I was going to. I just didn’t want to jinx it. I was afraid if I said the words out loud, Troy wouldn’t want me anymore. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I love you. But seeing you pass out, it was so scary and it made me realize that if anything ever happened, I wouldn’t be able to cope.”

I take hold of her hand, squeezing it.

“I get it. I was just angry about Nate and I was taking it out on you. I’m sorry.”

She smiles at me.

A couple of hours later I am in a wheelchair heading out of the hospital, but last night spread like wildfire. Videos and pictures were taken of Nate drugged up, talking to me like I was an angel, to me passing out. Sam had to give a statement to the press that, yes, Nate was on drugs and was with Christal, getting caught by me, which caused me to get an anxiety attack. He said Nate deserves everything he is going to get, so he wasn’t going to lie about what happened.

Having the mask on, we leave and flashes go off, questions getting thrown my way.

“Are you heartbroken that Nate left you for popstar Christal White?”

“You and Nate going to reconcile?”

“What does it mean for the band?”

“Are you okay?” one reporter asks, making me stop. I look at her and I see sympathy in her eyes. I talk in Tegan’s ear.