My Rock #6 Read Online Free

I’m being honest, I was surprised that I made it that far.
It was the furthest I’d ever made it sober—over a hundred days clean. Elly
deserved some of the credit for it, but I had to give a lot of it to myself. It
wasn’t easy getting clean, and it sure as hell wasn’t easy having to talk to
these strangers about all my shit. But right then, when it was so close to being
over, I was really glad I did it. The next day the tour bus would be leaving
and it would be all expenses paid for nine months—then I’d have a fucking
million dollars. Life was definitely looking up. I hoped that those nine months
would go by as fast as the previous nine months had. Actually, most of those
last few years were a blur. Sometimes I’d hardly known what month it was; I just
went from one altered state to the next.
    I started thinking about the dinner with the other
contestants from the night before. We had Mexican food on the show’s dime and
it was good. Some of them aren’t bad to hang with either. I doubted I’d ever
work back up to having a real friendship with anyone; that just wasn’t in my
personality, but it was good to have acquaintances that weren’t dealers.
Overall, it was a fun night, but Brooke kept rubbing up against me every chance
she got and I had to keep avoiding being next to her. She’d worn a skirt that
barely covered her pussy and her big boobs were pushed up over the top of the
shirt she was wearing. I was okay with ignoring the stirrings she caused in my
pants from across the room but I got a little flustered when she pressed her
tits up against my arm.
    Every time throughout the last three months that I
had to practice with the rest of them, she would be right up next to me, too. I
thought she got that I wasn’t interested back when she made the threats about
telling on Elly and me. Obviously not; you’d think she’d have a little more
self-esteem. I made a point to tell her again that I wasn’t interested, but she
acted like she was in heat. It really wasn’t attractive.
    I had also decided on my way back from the
restaurant that when I got home I was going to talk to Elly about it. I didn’t
want her to see Brooke acting all familiar when we’re on tour and thinking
something is going on between us. I really wanted to keep things as drama free
as possible. But Elly was already asleep by the time I got there. She was
sleeping in one little corner of the bed and the rest of it was still covered
with clothes and crap. I thought about pushing it all off into the floor, but
she’d probably be pissed. Instead, I slept on the couch. When I got up in the
morning, she was already gone. I texted to see if she was coming to the
appointment and she texted back saying that she had to take some paperwork for
one of her online classes to a dean. When she finished with that, she’d be
there.
    After I won the contest and told my therapist that
part of winning was going on tour, he got a little freaked out about it. I got
that he was afraid I’d fall back into the party life, but I had to learn how to
live my life without doing that. He still hadn’t signed off on me going and the
show was requiring it since they paid for my rehab. I would need to talk him
into it. I had all my argument points ready. I thought it was good that I was
easing back into show business touring with the show. They had their own
therapist that goes on tour just in case any of us freak out…and as another
deterrent, I’ll have Elly. Elly had fulfilled her promise and gone to every
single appointment with me since I was discharged from rehab. She was my rock
through all of it, and I hoped that someday I could pay her back for everything
she’d done for me—not just financially. I have to admit that I resented her a
little at first; I wasn’t used to feeling like I owed someone for something
nice they did for me. It was rare for that to happen.
    When I drove into the parking lot, I saw her there
waiting for me. Damn, she was