After the cries had died down the couple eventually fell asleep. Only for a short while though was Ashley able to keep her eyes closed. She couldn’t sleep after everything that had happened. How could she?

For four years she’d been living a lie … the guilt, the pain, the nightmares, the pills … all because of her damn manager. Mark, the man she thought she could trust. Mark, the man she saw as a second father. Mark, the bastard who has just completely, fucking, altered her life forever.

Everything felt like … an eye opener to Ashley so to speak. It made her think.

Who was really a friend? Who was really a foe? For years the rocker had worked hard to surround herself with an inner circle of friends so close to her that she considered them family.

She trusts them with her life. But then again, she felt that same trust with Mark. Whom among her friends could she really trust? Are they really her family or is she just another dumb pawn in some sick game?

Ashley shook her head at such thoughts. No … her family was nothing like Mark.

She just wanted something to make all that had happened go away. Her body was itching … craving for her … pills. They usually made everything bad disappear. Ashley didn’t want to be an addict … she didn’t want to feel addicted … but she was. As much as she kept telling herself she wasn’t … she was. But the rocker in true Davies fashion pushed that to the back of her mind … although it constantly nagged at her.

Letting out a sigh the rocker glanced at the clock on her bedside. It was six in the morning and sleep had yet to claim the brunette.

Heaving another quiet sigh she clicked on the television and turned the volume low as to not wake the sleeping beauty next to her. First thing on the screen made her eyes spark with anger.

“Breaking news, Mark Goldstein manager of Rock Princess Ashley Davies has just been arrested. We’ve been informed that he was involved in the murder of late Raife …”

Click.

“Goldstein had been a key leader in drug trafficking that has been …”