“Burn, burn, burn,” I sing into the microphone as Scarlett sings the chorus to her new single.

It feels weird to sing. It’s not natural to me, but it doesn’t feel bad, either. It’s just different. I’m still playing majority of the songs on the piano for Scarlett’s new album, but she wants two with my voice in them, mostly background, but also one as a duet. That’s daunting, and I’m terrified my pitch will be completely wrong and I’ll put her album on hold or delay it, but she’s confident.

They all are.

Her label loved my voice, and were more than happy to add something different to her album. I guess it comes down to sales really, for them; they’ll do anything it takes to make a buck.

Isaac is playing a few songs with us, too, and so far today has been a really good day. We came in early to finish recording the first song, which will be the single to promote the album. After that, we’ll start working on writing and creating the other songs. The process takes quite a while but it pays well, keeps us busy and is really like living a dream.

Well, it is living the dream.

Every second I get to spend in here, with Scarlett, or on tour, is everything I could have ever wanted and more. I’ll be forever grateful to her for what she’s given me. The chance. The opportunity. I close my eyes, singing, and living in that dream for a little while longer, relishing in it, loving it, letting it become a part of who I am.

When I open my eyes, Scarlett has stopped singing and is looking toward the big glass panel that the producers of the album sit behind, changing the tones, changing the pitch, and making the song sound incredible. I follow her eyes and see Maverick and Malakai standing, both of them staring at me. Malakai has a newspaper in his hand, and his eyes look ... concerned, but also kind of pissed off.

My body instantly knows something is wrong. It’s funny how your body does that, it just knows when things are about to go bad, or something terrible is about to happen. It puts you on alert, perhaps as a way of protecting you, maybe to soften the blow. It doesn’t matter, all I know is I can feel Malakai’s eyes.

He looks like he wants to explode at me, and yet at the same time, like he’s about to break my world right open.

“Something is wrong,” I tell Scarlett.

She looks to me, smiles like she’s as worried as I am but doesn’t want me to see it, and stands. “Let’s go and find out what’s going on.”

I pull my earphones off and walk slowly out of the room. My ankle is mostly okay to walk on, but it is still a little tender if I push it too hard. I shove through the door and stop in front of Malakai. “Something has happened.”

It isn’t a question.

It’s a statement.

I know something has happened. I just don’t know what it is.

“Might want to sit down.”

Not only is his voice hard, but it tells me one thing.

It’s bad.

Nobody tells you to sit down if it isn’t bad.

“Malakai,” I whisper, eyes pleading with him to just tell me what’s going on. “Please.”

His face is hard, and it’s terrifying. He looks to Scarlett quickly, and then hands me the newspaper.

I stare at the front page. For a moment, my vision blurs, and it takes me a moment to honestly believe what it is I’m seeing, but there is no missing the words scrawled across the front cover.

“Car accident victim finally speaks out.”

It doesn’t seem so bad, when you read it like that, but it’s the words that follow, the pictures, all of it. My heart feels like it stops and my body prickles as I let the words sink into my mind, and literally shatter my heart.

“Caiden Morrison has held his silence for over a year after a terrifying accident took his livelihood and career. Caiden said it’s time he spoke up, it’s time he got the help and support he deserves. Local reporters interviewed Caiden about his horrific ordeal, after finding out that the love of his life, and the woman who caused the accident, has been found to be associating with local bikers, touring with country music superstar Scarlett Belle, and leaving him home alone, worried the woman he loves, is cheating on him.”

No.

This isn’t happening.

I stare at the picture of Caiden’s burned, broken face on the front cover. It’s the worst possible picture they could have used. He looks broken, and battered, and it was taken only days after his bandages were off. Then there’s a photo of me with Scarlett, laughing, head flicked back, looking like I don’t have a care in the world.

It was a photo before my attack from Treyton. Before everything started going so badly. I look happy, and free, and literally like the worst human being on the planet. I frantically flick to page three where the rest of the interview lies. My eyes blur and my heart races as I read the words that officially send my world spiralling down.

“Can you tell us about the accident?”

That’s the first question.

Caiden’s answer makes my stomach twist.

“We were driving home, from dinner. We were arguing about something, I’m not sure what. Amalie turned to me, and she was yelling. I don’t remember much, but I remember telling her to watch the road. She wouldn’t listen. She just kept on yelling, and looking over at me. Then suddenly we were spiralling out of control. I woke up like this.”

“Did you and Amalie remain together after the accident?”

The second question.

“Yes, we did. I didn’t blame her. I knew she wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. It was an accident. It was her actions after the accident that broke my heart.”

“What actions were those?”

My eyes blur as he answers that question with a blatant lie. A filthy, filthy lie.

“Well, we had been together over four years. She claimed she loved me, and that my ... face ... wouldn’t affect how she felt about me. I had carers around the clock. I couldn’t walk. I can still barely walk. Amalie started visiting less and less, I tried to call, tried to get hold of her, but she went on tour. She was gone for months.”

“Why did she go on tour when she knew you needed her help?”

I shake my head. No. No. This isn’t happening. Why is he doing this to me? Is this his idea of revenge? Is he trying to get back at me? What the hell kind of game is he playing? Is this because he knows that I spent time with Malakai?

“I don’t know why she chose to go on tour. I begged her not to. She said she needed to follow her dreams. That I couldn’t put her life on hold any longer. I asked her if it was over, if she just wanted me to move on with my life, and she told me no. That she loved me. That she wouldn’t be gone for long. I believed her. I loved her. I wanted her to follow her dreams, so I waited for her to come back.”

“What happened then? You found out recently she has been seeing a local biker?”

No. No. No.

“Yes, I found out she was seeing somebody else. I have photo evidence of her riding around with him on the back of his bike. She rarely visits, and when she does she’s distant. I heard she was dealing in bad things, that her life was starting to take a turn for the worst. Ever since she started touring with Scarlett Belle, and spending time with those bikers, she’s ... different.”

“How so?”

“I don’t want to say it, but I think she has her hand in some bad things. Why else would she be spending time with people she’s never had an interest in?”

“And do you think she’s been unfaithful?”

“I know she has. What I don’t understand, is why she simply won’t tell me she’s done with me. If she doesn’t want to be with me, she can always leave. Nobody is stopping her.”

“Do you love her, Mr. Morrison?”

“With all of my heart. It’s killing me to watch this happen. I had to speak out about the accident. I had to tell my story. I’m living in agony. The love of my life is leaving me behind for local criminals and a country music star.”

“Do you think your looks have anything to do with her sudden change of heart?”

God.

This isn’t happening.

It isn’t.

“Yes. I think it has everything to do with it. She feels guilty, so she’s staying with me, but she doesn’t really love me. She’s spending her free time with men far better looking, who are stronger and better for her. But I’d be good for her, if I could. She just won’t give me the chance. Beauty is only skin deep, I wish she’d remember the love we shared before the accident.”

“And do you think her sudden entrance into country music, and the time spent with Scarlett Belle, has made things more difficult for the repair of your relationship?”

“Yes. Without a doubt. Scarlett Belle was known to be messing around with the same bikers, only recently. She nearly threw her own career away. Now she’s taking my girlfriend on the same path.”

“Thank you so much for your time today, Caiden.”

I slam the newspaper down, fingers trembling, and look up. Scarlett was standing right beside me the whole time, I didn’t even realize until her warm hand settles on my shoulder, but my eyes go straight to Malakai.

“Is it true?”

I don’t know how to answer that without making things so much worse. He’s looking at me like I’ve let him down, like I’ve just changed the way he thought about me forever. That isn’t what I wanted, it’s never what I wanted. I should have told them the truth, before this, because now, it won’t matter what I say, I’m going to sound like the worst human being in the world.

“Malakai,” I whisper.

“Is it fuckin’ true?” he roars, and I flinch.

I don’t need to hear sound, to feel the anger his words shoot right in my direction.

“Please,” I say, my voice shaking. “Let me explain.”

“It’s a simple answer,” Maverick says, voice calm, but hard. “Is it true, or is it not?”

“Not in the way he put it,” I try to say, but my heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest. “He made me sound ... awful. But it’s not like that, not at all.”

“So you fuckin’ lied?” Malakai says, and the betrayal and hurt in his eyes makes me want to curl up and die.

“No,” I croak. “I never lied. I never told the story. I just ... if you’ll let me explain. If you’ll let me tell you what really happened.”

“I thought you were the fuckin’ one.”

With that, he turns and walks out. I watch him go, the first of my tears sliding down my cheeks, followed by more. He hates me. He has every right to. I should have told him from the start, but I never imagined things could get this ugly. I never thought Caiden would ever do something like that. Even in all his rage, I never thought he’d do this.

Maverick turns, and I watch him go over to Scarlett. They start talking, but my vision is too blurred to pay any attention to what they’re saying. Back and forth, their voices go, and I just stand there, vacant. They’re fighting, I can see it in the way Scarlett waves her arms around. She’s angry.

She isn’t supposed to be angry.

This is my battle, not hers.

Maverick turns, shooting me an angry glare, and then he walks out, too.

Scarlett rushes over.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“You shouldn’t be fighting with Maverick for me,” I whisper, my voice barely there.

“Maverick can suck my dick,” she says, looking directly at me. “He might not be willing to hear you out, but I am. And Malakai can take second round. Jerk off.”

It makes me feel a little better, for a split second.

But the reality of the situation is that Caiden has effectively made me pay for what I did.

“Let’s take a walk,” Scarlett tells me, pulling my arm and hooking it through hers. “It’s time for you to tell me a story.”

Yes.

I think it is time.