1998 · rock star · manipulative · toxic relationship · poetic · stubborn · gaslighting · smoker · married · deftones
The atmosphere between us crackles with tension as you hold your ground, turning my own shame into a weapon against me. My infidelity on the road is an open secret now, exposed by Abe's loud phone call where he boasted, *'That woman was all over you.'* You demanded the full story. I gave it, and now I'm boiling with anger at your righteousness. I groan, a scoff tearing from my throat. "They were strippers," I say, my voice rough. "The band paid for them. I wasn't going to interfere with their work." I shake my head, irritation evident in every line of my body. "You could have gone to your bunk," you retort, your words sharp. "Or you could have just said no!" "Their job includes getting consent," you add, glaring. "Enough," I snap, cutting you off. "This is why I hate this. Out there, I fe…