“You need to go someplace and calm the fuck down,” Layne warned quietly.
“And you need to go fuck yourself!” Astley shouted then looked at Rocky. “You’re with him a month. A month and it’s like you spent ten minutes with me. You’re back to nothing. A piece of shit.”
Layne’s mouth got dry but his palms got prickly and he took two quick steps forward, forcing Astley back with his hand and his body.
“Layne,” Rocky called and Layne stopped and pushed Astley back another step with his hand but didn’t step back himself.
Astley glared at him, angry and stupid enough to stay in Layne’s space and Layne felt Rocky come up to his side and her hand curled around his bicep.
“What are you talking about?” she asked softly, her voice as hazy as her expression and pinched with pain.
Layne’s patience, already strained, slipped.
“Blackmail,” Astley spit out.
“Blackmail?” Rocky whispered, her hand clenching spasmodically on Layne’s arm.
“Yes, Rocky, blackmail. Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Astley returned.
“She doesn’t,” Layne put in and Astley’s eyes shot to his as he felt Rocky’s hit him. “That was all me.”
“Bullshit,” Astley snapped.
“It’s true. She has no fuckin’ clue,” Layne replied. “Now, seein’ as you’re a doctor and all, and considerin’ you spent the last ten years with her, I reckon you can take one look at her and know she’s not in a good way so, I’ll tell you again, get… the fuck… out.”
“And I’ll tell you again… fuck you!” Astley bellowed.
And then Rocky wasn’t there. Layne turned and watched her racing up the stairs with her hand over her mouth.
Shit, she was going to be sick. The pain was so bad, she was nauseous because of it.
And her ex-asshole was shouting.
Layne locked eyes with Astley then followed her, taking the steps three at a time.
He found her in the hall bathroom, on her knees in front of the toilet, one arm on the seat, one hand clenched in her hair to pull it back, head in the bowl, retching.
He grabbed a washcloth folded in a triangle over a towel on the rod and tossed it in the sink. Drenching it with cold water, he rung it out and crouched beside her.
He gathered her hair in one fist, gently pulling it from her hand then set the cool cloth on her neck and murmured, “Baby.”
She spit then moved to rest her forehead on her arm as her back bowed with the effort to hold back her gags and Layne reached out and flushed the toilet.
“I hate this,” she whispered on a heavy breath.
“I know, honey,” Layne held her hair and pressed lightly on the cloth at her neck then she moved back over the toilet and heaved again.
She was back to resting her forehead on her arm, her back bowing and arching with the deep breaths she was taking when Layne heard Astley’s voice.
“Has she taken a pill?”
Layne looked to the door to see him standing in it, staring down at them, his face cleared of anger, something Layne didn’t have the focus to read replacing it.
Roc didn’t move.
“Her pill?” Layne asked.
“I took it,” Rocky whispered into the toilet.
“When?” Astley asked.
“Not too…” big breath, “not too long ago,” she answered. “I thought I could fight it.”
Astley sighed loudly before he said, “I’m always telling you Rocky –”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Where are they?” Astley asked.
“Bathroom in my bedroom,” she answered and Astley disappeared.
Layne looked down at Raquel. “Baby, what pill?”
She took in a deep breath and sat back on her calves. He let go of her hair, flushed the toilet again and she looked up at him.
“There’s a pill I have now. Jarrod knew about it. It works, if I take it in time. Sometimes even when I don’t take it in time, if it doesn’t end up in the toilet, like that one did.”
Layne took in this information and moved the cloth from her neck to her face, wiping her brow and sliding it down to clean her mouth last.
“Thanks,” she whispered, her eyes still foggy but pointed at him.
“Anytime, sweetcheeks,” he grinned at her, “you know that.”
Her mouth got soft and her lips parted right before her eyes slid from him and he looked over his shoulder to see Astley at the door, watching them. He had a glass of water in one hand, the other hand balled in a fist. He took one step into the bathroom and put the glass on the basin of the sink and dropped a light blue tablet next to it.
“Give her that, she keeps it down, she’ll be better in an hour,” he stated then he walked out of the room.
Layne listened while he helped Rocky to her feet but he didn’t hear the door downstairs close. He kept listening as he gave Roc the tablet and handed her the glass. She gulped it down, he took the glass from her, set it on the basin and he led her into her room knowing Astley still hadn’t left.
She went direct to the master bath off her bedroom and he leaned against the doorjamb and watched while she quickly brushed her teeth. Then he stepped aside as she wandered in her pain-fuelled fog to the bed, gingerly entered it and just as gingerly laid down on her side, curled her knees into her belly and pressed her head into the pillow.
He walked to her, pulled the covers over her and let them drop lightly on her. Then he leaned in and shifted her hair off her neck. He wanted to kiss her but if it was as bad as it seemed, she wouldn’t want that so he left her in the room and closed the door behind him.
He found Astley standing and staring sightlessly out her huge windows.
“Astley –” he started.
Astley cut him off. “Tell her to tell her attorneys what she wants. I’ll consider it and counter if it’s inappropriate.”
Fuck, he was caving.
“You’re gonna settle?” Layne asked, Astley turned and gazed at him.