The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell. —Wes M.
Saylor
I felt my mouth drop open as the mask fell completely away from Gabe — or rather, Ashton’s — face. His eyes, those blue eyes, and his dark hair. Mortified, I wanted to cover my face with my hands. I’d told him he’d look better blond — because his natural color? A honey blond, that for years, people swore couldn’t even be copied… He was my generation’s version of the perfect Ken Doll. Everything about him was worshipped, revered as though he was some sort of god. It had been devastating when he abandoned the industry and fell off the face of the planet.
Girls full on wept for months.
There were reports that he’d died of a drug overdose, or worse yet, committed suicide after his famous girlfriend was killed in a tragic skiing accident.
All lies.
Every last one.
Princess.
My knees buckled beneath me as the lies swarmed around the room, stealing the oxygen my body so desperately needed.
“Hey.” Kiersten knelt down by my side and pulled me into her arms. I’d met her what? Three times? And I clung to her like she was my mom. Like she would protect me.
“Y-you aren’t cousins?” I pointed between him and Lisa, my stomach getting sicker. Funny, how I’d thought he and Kiersten had a thing. So was it Lisa all along?
Not only was he engaged to a fiancée who — surprise! — wasn’t dead. But the girl he’d been introducing as his cousin was—
“Holy crap!” Kiersten yelled in my left ear. “Lisa, you could have told me. I would have… understood.”
“I know.” Lisa shrugged. “I did it for Ashton, not me.”
Who was she?
I struggled to remember my fourteen-year-old self, to visualize my old room littered with teen magazines.
“Melanie Faye.” I choked on the name.
Lisa’s face went from pasty white to deathly gray in less than three seconds. She gave a firm nod as fresh tears streamed down her face. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. And I — I just wanted to help Ashton. I loved him. I was so jealous at first, and then when everything happened. I couldn’t abandon him.”
“She found me…” Gabe said in a low voice. “After I tried to overdose.”
“It was my idea.” Lisa looked down at the ground. “To run away. To leave our lives behind and start fresh, especially when we found out Kimmy was going to make it. The world that used to be so fun and shiny had become our own personal hell.”
Melanie Faye had been mentioned in magazines only because she’d been Ashton’s best friend. People always said they were dating but no one had ever actually confirmed it as truth. They had grown up next door to one another. She was a model; he was a triple threat Hollywood heart-throb. A match made in heaven.
I used to want to be her.
Because at fourteen I’d been obsessed with all things Ashton Hyde.
Fantastic.
“I, um…” I pushed away from the floor. “I need to go.”
Without looking back, I ran out of the restaurant, my chest heaving with exertion as my feet pounded against the pavement.
“Wait!” Gabe yelled from behind me.
I lifted my left hand mid-air, waving him off, pushing him away as I reached for the car door with my right, my breathing ragged. I couldn’t look at him. I just… couldn’t. I felt betrayed. Lied to. All I’d asked for was truth, and he’d given me lies.
A part of me understood the need to protect himself.
But I wasn’t one of those friends. The ones that you gave a sliver to while you sucked them dry.