Annabella's Oblivion (Hard World Tour #1) by V. F. Mason Read Free Book Online

I’d ruined my life for the sake of getting high.
    “ I lost a brother, and wanted to see him for just a slight moment. You just don’t understand.” He stopped and I saw him tense for a second. He opened the door, but before he closed it, he looked over his shoulder at me. There was sadness and pain in his eyes. It was so raw that I had the deep need to hug him and soothe it.
    “ I lost a brother, too.” With those crushing words, he walked out of the room and left me alone with my thoughts and the burning pain of the fact that nothing would ever be the same.
     
    Ryan
    I closed the door and leaned on the nearest wall, the tension still present in my body.
    I had seen her up close, in my house, for the first time in years.
    She looked bad---really bad. She was barely a ghost of her old self, and I wanted to hug her and promise everything would be all right.
    That wasn’t what she needed.
    She needed someone firm, who’d act like an ass and push her forward.
    My girl was broken, inside and out. She couldn’t put herself back together on her own. She needed help to get her strength back.
    My ranch, in our hometown in Texas, was massive and secluded.
    No one would come looking for her here.
    I went downstairs to my office, where several people were waiting for me, among whom were Jeremy and the girls.
    All eyes looked at me expectantly, when I entered the room, sat down on my chair, and took a deep breath.
    “ Okay, since everyone is here, let’s have a look at the plan.”
    “ You’re sure you know what you’re doing?” Sam asked, her eyes challenging me.
    “ Trust me, I know. As long as you do what I tell you, we should be good.”
    “ Nathaniel—”
    “ Jer, none of you even fucking noticed she wasn’t fine. So let me handle it.”
    I had a brilliant plan; I’d thought about it all night and day. I’d contacted some of the best people in the profession and made them sign non-disclosure papers. The plan was perfect for her.
    She would suffer. And as much as it would kill me to watch her in pain, I knew the end result was worth it.
     
    Annabella
    The pain was so strong I cried out, but knew no one would come looking for me. I felt hot all over and was thirsty all the time, but I didn’t crave water. I wanted the dose; it would make it all go away.
    “ Let me out of here!” I shouted, wanting to destroy something. But there was nothing to break near me, so I grabbed the bedsheet, which was soaked with my sweat. I smelled bad and hadn’t showered in days, but I didn’t care. What they made me go through was torture, and nothing helped. I felt pressure in my throat and quickly grabbed the bin and vomited, even though there wasn’t much to come up because I refused to eat. I felt so sick and tired, and knew there was no escape from this Hell.
    I grabbed tissues, flushed my mouth with water, and leaned back on the covers, breathing hard. It had happened for a week now, and I couldn’t stand it. I had a sick feeling this would make me die anyway. I rarely looked in the mirrors, but when I did, usually in the bathroom, there was the reflection of a ghost looking back at me. My hair was lifeless and half of it had fallen out. My eyes were bleak, my skin was pale. I was skinny to the extent of not having breasts, and was able to count every rib. My voice was scratchy from all the screaming, and I sometimes wondered if I’d ever be able to sing again. No one talked with me; they didn’t care, and there were no visits.
    I just wanted this thing to be over.
    Still, even with all this pain and the fall-out from my decisions, I didn’t regret taking the drugs. As much as the physical pain hurt, it was nothing compared to not seeing Nicky every night before I went to sleep.
    How fucked-up did that make me?
     

     
    I didn’t even bother screaming anymore; it just made my throat hurt. And at the rate I was going, I was afraid I would lose the ability to speak, let alone sing.
    I quietly handled the rumble of