Well, life was going swimmingly. Oh, except for Madelin worming her way into all my thoughts. Why did she ring? Now, especially. Couldn't be the money; I had money before all this.
I sighed, shaking my head. I really needed to forget about her. But, to be honest, that's kind of hard when you've done all sorts of crazy shit with that person.
I knew Rollar had noticed my behaviour, and was trying not to be curious about it. I think Kyle was avoiding me at all costs after overhearing my phone conversation. I thought about my relationship with Rollar. It was... fun. She was a wonderful distraction from reality, and the looming thoughts of Madelin. I honestly liked hanging out with Rollar, and I especially liked the time we spent in bed. Kyle hadn't yet found out about us, and a small part of my mind wondered how he would react but the larger, more rational part knew it wouldn't be good for Kyle to know. It just wouldn't.
"Sorry, what?" I said, realising Rollar had been talking to me.
"I said, I wonder where Kyle is," she repeated, the frown audible in her voice.
"Oh, I don't know. I don't even know if he's in the house, I've not seen him for a while."
She opened her mouth to ask, but changed her mind.
"I don't mind you asking, you know," I said quietly.
She didn't say anything for a little while. "What's going on?" she asked eventually.
"I have secrets, dark secrets that I don't need to taint you with. The other day, I got a call from someone who is... involved in that secret. Kyle overheard and I guess it... surprised him, or something, I don't know."
"What is the secret?" she asked quietly.
"I can't... I don't know how to tell you, so I'm not going to. Not right now."
She nodded slowly. The room fell sent. So silent... I glanced at the clock.
"I think we're going to have to leave without Kyle if we're to have any hope of surviving Rody's castigations," I murmured.
Rollar nodded again and stood up.
I walked into the garage, vaguely aware of Rollar trailing behind me. I opened the door, holding it open for her. I grabbed her wrist suddenly, pulling her to me. I pressed her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. When I released her, we were both breathing heavily.
"Let's go," I whispered.
She nodded once again, in a daze. I took her hand in mine and led her to the car. After getting in and beginning to drive, I fell back into my distracted thoughts.
When we reached the studio building, we went in.
"We're not sure where Kyle is, sorry," I said to Rody's PA with an apologetic shrug.
"He's already in the studio; he's been here for some time," she said.
"I'm sorry, what?"