When you think about your life are there things you would reverse?
Derek Scott is the twenty-six year old drummer of Battlescars. With a past marred by tragedy, he has a hard time letting people in. He’s also made his share of mistakes. Now, he’s trying to come to terms with the choices he has made recently and what they mean for him.
When someone from his past comes back into his life, Derek thinks maybe he can get back on track. However, things unravel, leaving him more unclear than ever. When long kept secrets find him and force him to decide what really matters in his life, will he be able to choose a path – or will he always be conflicted?
After loading the suitcases in the trunk and sitting on it to get it closed, I climbed into the driver’s seat. Joss was struggling to get the seatbelt on, causing me to have to lean across and help her, which in turn caused my “lady-killer” to stir again. My dick needed to realize that Joss was off limits and that is not a road we needed to be on right now. Putting the car in gear, I took off back towards the hospital. Joss kept stealing glances my way and I offered her a small, polite smile in return. It was not a good idea for me even to look her way, since if Blake ever found out he would want to kill me for sure. She also didn’t deserve for me to be a complete dick to her either.
Merging onto the highway, I stepped on the gas hoping to get to the hospital and finish up my duty, so I could get the hell out of dodge with my manhood still intact. I felt like such a fuck up sometimes. It was hard not to when I had to carry around everything that I did up until now, especially what happened two months ago. I couldn’t help but speculate if the guys were still going to be supportive once I told them what happened. We were like brothers and to do anything to damage our friendship, or the band, would be a fate worse than death in my opinion.
“Don’t think too much. You’ll create a problem that wasn’t there in the first place,” Joss said, breaking me from my racing mind.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied coolly, gripping the wheel tighter and hoping she’d drop it.
What the hell was with everyone being so fucking perceptive all the sudden?
“Whatever. I can see something’s eating you, Gilbert Grape. If you don’t want to talk about it, fine. I was just stating a fact that whatever you’re thinking about is just going to create a problem that wasn’t even there to begin with. Hell, what do I know? I’m just a kid,” she spat and turned to look out the window, effectively ignoring me for the rest of the ride.
Finally, after what felt like the longest car ride in history, I maneuvered into the parking lot of the hospital, finding a spot near Blake’s car, so we could do a suitcase transfer and I could go home. Joss climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her and stalking off toward the automatic doors. She was definitely mad, but did she really need to take it out on my poor car?
Aggravated, I followed closely behind her until we reached the maternity floor. In an effort to avoid the awkwardness that occurred this morning, I opted to stay in the hallway until Blake came out. As soon as Joss entered the room, the cooing began. I stood with my back against the wall feeling utterly alone.