Page 41 of Broken Harmony
My chest heaves as I glare at him. Fuck him. Fuck him, and fuck his past.
You can’t live life expecting the worst. That's how you miss out on the best things.
Says the girl who is getting worked up over the fact her bodyguard won’t be with her, when in reality you have no fucking clue if you could be with him the way you want to when you’re so hung up over your best friend you left behind to suffer some fucked up fate.
Ripping my eyes away from him, I stumble towards the door.
“Ally!” he calls after me.
“I want to go home,” my voice croaks. “Just forget about this, okay? Let’s just go back to being the popstar and her bodyguard.”
“Ally,” he’s closer now.
“Drop it, Liam.” I spin to face him, nose to nose now, as tears spill down my cheeks. “Please.”
His jaw flexes, nostrils flaring. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Liam,” I beg, hating every second.
“Fine,” he grinds out. “It’s already forgotten.”
“Thank you,” I sniff, turning away from him and throwing the door open.
His words are a lie. For the both of us. There’s no way either of us are going to forget this.
Sometimes, I really should know when to keep my fucking mouth shut. It only gets me into trouble.
When are you going to learn, Ally? No one wants you. And the ones who do, don’t think you’re worth the fight.
That's okay. I don’t need anyone. I have myself, and I have the guys. I’ll be okay.
Until they find an omega of their own, then what?
Chapter 8
TWO YEARS LATER
“Thank you, New York!” I scream into the mic. The crowd goes crazy, chantingRage Against the Heart, over and over again. “We had an amazing time, and I hope you did too!” They continue to scream. “We hope to come back here again soon. Next tour, for sure. Until next time, we are Rage Against the Heart!”
“Encore! Encore! Encore!” the fans scream, over and over again.
Struggling to keep the smile on my face, I start to walk towards the guys, waving at the crowd.
Skyler looks at me, brows furrowed, moving his mic away from his mouth. “Are we not going to do another song?”
I want to. We all love doing encores. It’s the time we can give them little sneak peaks on what we’ve been working on, or special songs that we came up with on the spot. But tonight isn’t one of those nights.
“I can’t.” I give them pleading eyes, my body swaying just to stay upright. “I don’t feel good.”
Skyler doesn’t hesitate, nodding before looking over at the guys and shakes his head. The guys nod, giving the crowd agood night, New Yorksend off, before getting up and heading towards us.
I knew something was wrong with me during sound check. My head is killing me, I couldn’t stomach supper, and it took everything in me not to puke on stage.
But I did what I do best and kept going; I smiled, sang, and danced, doing my job.
Although if I were to push myself to do anything else, I will pass out, I just know it.
“Hey.” Ryker pulls me to the side, his red hair sweaty and plastered to his face. “Are you okay?’
