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pick me up soon and I didn’t want Lucy to have to come in to get me. Jillian was anything but nice to my friend, and the step-bitches weren’t any better. I put Jillian’s pettiness at how she treated Lucy down to the fact that Layla Thornton had used her pull in their social circles to ostracize Jillian out of more than one event over the years. Georgia and Carolina’s treatment of my friend was more of them not liking that Lucy still got noticed by the paps—something she hated—but my two step-bitches craved just as much as their mother did.
    I was just about to open the door when it swung inward and Scott came in. He glanced up, saw what I was carrying and lifted a brow. “That looks too big for you to be carrying.”
    I shrugged. “It’s not heavy.”
    “Where are you headed?” he asked, and I paused long enough to look up at him. Since when did he care where I went or what I was doing? He was rarely home and when he was he was so far up Jillian’s ass I was sure he didn’t even remember I existed.
    “Out with a friend,” I finally told him.
    “Have fun,” he called over his shoulder as he headed deeper into the house.
    “I’m out of this hell-hole, so yeah. I’m gonna have a blast,” I muttered to myself as I opened the door and stepped out onto the front step. With each passing day I regretted making my mother that stupid promise more and more. I knew she had wanted what she thought was best for me, to show me what it was like in my father’s world, but after the first two days I had learned fast that I hadn’t been missing anything. I wanted to be back in Virginia with Carter and the twins so badly I could taste the crisp fall air and almost hear their laughter as we raked the multi-colored leaves that fell into the front yard.
    Instead I was with people who didn’t want me to talk about my mother and how much I missed her. I was breathing salt-filled air and there were no trees, just a sandy beach and the Pacific Ocean in the back yard. I just wanted to go home.
    Making sure I had my keys, I closed the door behind me just as Lucy’s Range Rover pulled into the driveway. I picked up the guitar case and practically ran toward the vehicle. Lucy greeted me with a grin and a hug and I soaked up the affection from her before settling back into my seat and fastening my seatbelt.
    “You looked like you were escaping something worse than death when we pulled up,” Lucy said with a laugh as Marcus pulled out of the driveway and headed for L.A.
    I laughed. “Yeah, well, I did. My dad had just gotten home. He actually talked to me.”
    Her eyes widened. I hadn’t held back when I’d told her about how it was at home—no, not ‘home.’ That was never going to be home for me. Home was where you felt safe and loved. How it was at their house.
    Of course I hadn’t held back when I’d told her about me and Jace on Monday, either. I hadn’t meant to unload it all on her, but she was just so easy to talk to and I hadn’t been able to keep the words in any longer.
    It had taken longer than I had thought to get Lucy to go back to First Bass, however. She hadn’t told me what was up with her and that Harris guy, but it didn’t take a brain surgeon to realize they had history. Why else would her name be on a list that some people would kill to be on, yet she was reluctant to use?
    The drive into the city was a long one, but since we both had a late curfew—one my mother would have lost her shit over if she knew about it—we didn’t have to worry. Lucy was quiet most of the ride but I didn’t push her to talk. I was going over the song that I was going to sing later and trying to remember the chords that I’d decided needed to be changed.
    Thanks to Caleb, I had been playing guitar since I was six. His mother had been a music teacher and had gotten him hooked on learning instruments. He’d taught me how to read and write music and I’d bonded with him more than Angie because of our shared love