Ballad (Rockstar #5)

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Other Books By Anne Mercier

  Map

  Copyright

  Acknowledgements

  Author Note

  Dedication

  Quote

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  Deceitfully Yours by Tracy Burke

  Waiting For Us by Dawn Stanton

  Unexpected Forfeit by Sapphire Knight

  Ballad Playlist

  Contact Anne

  Other Books By Anne Mercier

  THE ROCKSTAR SERIES

  Falling Down( #1)

  Blush (#2)

  A Very Xander Christmas (#2.5) (Free short story)

  Amplify(#3)

  Interlude(#4)

  Ballad(#5)

  Lullabye (#6)

  A Very Xander Christmas 2 (#6.5) (Free short story) – Coming Dec. 22, 2015

  Cadence (#7) – Jace’s Story – Coming 2016

  Refrain (#8) – Ethan’s Story – Coming 2016

  THE TRUTHS SERIES

  Whispered Truths (#1)

  Discovered Truths (#2) – Coming early 2016

  Untold Truths (#3) – Coming 2016

  Infinite Truths (#4) – Coming early 2017

  SINGLE TITLES

  The Way Back To Me – Coming February 2016

  Ballad

  Copyright ©2015 Anne Mercier

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Cover Photo and Design: Sara Eirew of Sara Eirew Photography

  Editor: Nicole at Proof Before You Publish

  Rockstar Logo: Pamela Cunningham

  Fomatting: Champagne Formats

  The use of actors, artists, and song titles and lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as advertisement. Trademark names are used in an editorial fashion with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or if it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and please purchase your own copy.

  PERSONAL NOTE: The only pirate I like is Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Morgan, which means I’d appreciate if you’d keep my books to yourself. Pirating shows a clear lack of respect for the author—me. I’d rather not meet you on bad terms, so let’s not do that, let’s not meet that way. Let’s meet at a signing or conference instead, or let’s go have a cup of coffee or a drink—maybe some of that Captain Morgan! Thank you for respecting the time and effort put into each book. I appreciate it very much.

  I can never say this enough- Thank you, thank you, thank you to my amazing editor, Nicole Bailey. You are entirely too good to me.

  To the readers- Without you I would be nothing. Every day I’m thankful for you.

  To the bloggers – Thank you for everything you do. I appreciate your selflessness more than words can say.

  To Mandi Wathey – Thank you for reading this first and giving your honest feedback. It has been invaluable. Thank you, too, for your daily Man Candy posts in the Rockstar group. You give the ladies something amazing to look forward to every morning. Hugs!

  To My Sister, Shelly, and my niece, Teah – Thanks for putting up with me when I’m on a crazy schedule and for listening to me ramble on about books even though you’re not readers. I love you guys!

  To My Boys, Travis and Mike – Thanks for sharing my books with your friends who share them with their moms. The fact that you’re not even embarrassed that your mom writes “those” books is so cool. I love you both.

  To My Mom – Who reads my books religiously and encourages (nags) me to keep writing even when I don’t want to.

  To My Dad – For your silent support and pride. Words can’t express how honored I am that the man who always gave mom looks for reading her books took the time to read part of mine. Whether you finish it or not, the fact that you read any of it at all, means the world to me. Thank you for believing.

  To Harper Bentley – You are the shit! Thank you for being such an amazing friend and helping me choose between some very difficult photos. I’m still waiting for that Cage match.

  To Sapphire Knight – You, Miss Sapphire, are inspiring. Your dedication to your writing makes me want to write more and be better disciplined. Thank you for being you.

  To the ladies in the C.O.P.A. Cabana – You are the absolute best. Thank you for your support, your advice, and sharing your wealth of knowledge with this still-to-me newbie.

  To my street team – Mandi Wathey, Cindy Carlson, Melissa Steps, Dawn Stanton, Kelly Emery, Tera Chastain, Lisa Sylva, Heather Wish, and Veronica Garcia – Without you I couldn’t function. You are my helpers and my promoters and my strongest supporters. I love you guys.

  To David Juteau Marineau – For being such an amazing person. I’m proud to have you grace the covers of my books. Ladies, he’s our very own Xander!

  To Sara Eirew – Photographer and cover designer extraordinaire – You are amazing. Thank you for putting up with my quirkiness and pickiness.

  To Milo Ventimiglia for continuing to inspire me every day. I will never forget our meeting. You’re an incredible person.

  To M. Shadows and Avenged Sevenfold – Thank you for sharing your gifts with the world. Your music inspires and motivates me and for that I’ll always be grateful because without you, there would be no Rockstar series.

  Author Note

  I’ve noticed that there have been complaints with regard to author chapters in the back of the book. Having the chapters in the back of the book doesn’t change the file size of the actual book but rather only the total file.

  I like to share chapters from new authors or author friends with you, the readers, because you may just find a new book or author that becomes your favorite. This also helps fellow authors gain new readers. So, to me, this is a win-win.

  Thanks for your support!

  Anne xoxo

  To the readers-

  Without you I would be nothing.

  Every day I’m thankful for you and your continued support.

  “Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”

  -Helen Keller

  “MAMA, I’M TIRED.”

  “I know baby girl. We’re almost there,” she says. She’s been saying that a lot and I don’t think we’re ever going to get there. We’ve been moving so much lately and I miss my friends. I miss my nana and my kitty
Gable. I miss our car that broke a kajllion steps ago.

  “How far is almost there?” I ask, my feet aching and it’s getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open as I walk.

  “I know someone just up this road. They have a nice house, well, a cabin really, out in the woods. There’ll be all kinds of animals you’ll get to see and it’ll be warm and safe.” Mama squeezes my hand softly. “Just a little farther, Coley.”

  “Okay, mama.” She sounds as tired as I am and her cough is getting worse. “Will they have medicine for your cough?”

  She smiles down at me, but it’s not the same smile she used to have. This one isn’t really a ‘happy’ smile. I miss her happy smile.

  “They’ll have everything we need, baby girl.”

  I just want to sleep but we keep walking and the snow is starting to come down. It’s so pretty but I’m too tired to twirl and stick out my tongue for the icy flakes to land on.

  “There,” mama says and I look up to see a large home made of tree trunks. There’re lights on in the house and it looks warm. “I bet they have a big fluffy pillow ready just for you.”

  “I’m going to hug it tight when I sleep tonight. Do you think they’ll have one for you too?” I don’t want a pillow unless mama has one.

  “I know they do. And warm blankets and a fire burning in the fireplace. See?” She points up ahead where we can see the fire through the window. It looks so warm and the snow is making me shiver. The front door opens, a man and a woman come out. The woman waves. She’s short like my mama but the man is big. He scares me. As we get closer to them, I cling to my mama’s hand and hide behind her so I can sneak peeks at the giant.

  “It’s all right, Nicole,” mama tells me softly as she moves to the side so I’m right in front of the giant. I look up, up, up, way up to see him looking down at me.

  “Hello Nicole,” he says, his voice low and rumbling. I cling to my mama’s hand.

  “Hi,” I squeak out.

  I’ve seen how big men can hurt my mama, so when the giant reaches out to her, I jump forward, punching his legs and stomach as hard as I can.

  “Nicole!” mama shouts.

  “It’s all right, Tina,” the giant tells mama as I fight and punch and kick. I wait for him to hit me back but he doesn’t. He just stands there until I’m too tired to fight anymore. Then he crouches down in front of me and instead of looking angry and mean, he smiles at me. Why isn’t he mad?

  “Little, Nicole,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you or your mother. I’m here to help keep you safe.”

  I blink up at him, so scared I think I might pee my pants. I’m only seven and this big man could squish me like a bug.

  “You didn’t hit me back,” I whisper, then immediately cover my mouth. Stupid mouth.

  “No, darlin’, I didn’t and I never will. I won’t hit your mama or Monica, my wife, either. I promise. If ever I break that promise, I’ll let you take me to town where you can pick the biggest, meanest looking man to hit me. I’ll let you tie my hands behind my back so I can’t fight back,” he tells me softly, his big finger softly rubbing my cheek.

  I nod. “That bruise doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  His mouth gets mean then goes back to nice. “You’ll never have to deal with anything like that again as long as I’m breathing.”

  I frown, confused. “Why?”

  “Because no man should ever lay hands on a woman. Ever,” he whispers. Then he reaches for me and lifts me up into his strong arms and sits me on his side. Now I’m a giant too. Everything looks so small from up here.

  I turn to him and whisper, “What’s your name?”

  “Frank.”

  I nod at him as he turns his face to mine. I put my hands on his cheeks and pull him closer. “Please don’t let them hurt mama anymore. My daddy—” I begin but he cuts me off.

  “You’ve no worries here, Nicole. Your daddy won’t be bothering you anymore. I promise,” he tells me, but looks at my mother whose shoulders slump and she starts to cry.

  “Mama?”

  “It’s okay, Coley. These are happy tears of relief that we can stop running now. At least for a while,” she tells me.

  I yawn and rest my head on Frank the Giant’s shoulder. “That’s good then. I’m so sleepy,” I murmur.

  “Let’s get them settled, Monica,” Frank says to the pretty lady who looks a lot like my mama.

  I can’t open my eyes when they take my jacket and boots off. I keep them closed when they change my clothes and I’m in pajamas. I hug Frank tighter. He’s so warm and smells nice.

  “You can put her down, Frank. She’ll go right to sleep,” mama tells him.

  “I’ll hold onto her as long as she’ll let me, Tina,” Frank tells her. He sits down and rocks in the chair, and I drift off to sleep with a smile.

  He held me as long as he could. He didn’t lie. He held me while my mama was sick and he held me after she died. He held me until the day I heard him telling my Aunt Monica that my daddy’s family had found us. He held me while we moved to another safe place. He held me when we found out I was sick. He held me while, at the age of twelve, I learned what acute lymphoblastic leukemia was. He held me while I asked if I was going to die. He held me tighter when he told me no. He held me while poison flowed through my veins to try to make me better. He held me while the poison made me sick, so sick I thought I’d die. He held me as I lost my hair and shaved his off to match me. He held me when the doctors told us I was in remission.

  The day after my sixteenth birthday they whispered about how they’d found us again. I wasn’t going to have them move again. They have children of their own. They’ve been nothing but good to me and I repay them by making them move again and again? Starting over in each place? No more. If it was just Aunt Monica and Uncle Frank, I might. But it’s not fair to my cousins. Besides, my being here is putting them in danger.

  I wait until they fall asleep before I grab my backpack and shoulder bag. I leave them a note thanking them, telling them I love them, and that I’m sorry.

  I open the door to the house, pausing to look back for a few minutes. As a lone tear slides down my cheek, I close the door on the only family, the only love, I’ll ever know.

  SOMETIMES IT’S EASIER to just stop thinking. Sometimes it’s easier to stop feeling. Sometimes it’s impossible to stop either. A few months ago was one of those times. Watching Trace Styx toss Meggie Melody over his shoulder and promise to remind her who she belongs to, well, it was a swoon-worthy moment. It got me thinking and when I do that, it’s never good. It’s usually best if I just roll with the punches and not try too hard to make anything happen, try not to hope. Hope is a luxury I can’t afford anymore—and it’s free. I had hope once and I even indulged in it. Then my world got ripped out from under my feet, I ended up in “the system”—which is a shitty system, I’ve gotta tell you. So many kids get missed, slip through the cracks, and those are usually the ones that can actually be helped, the ones who want to be helped. But they’re overlooked because they’re average. There’s nothing wrong with average. I’d give anything to be average for just one day in my life, but that’ll never be. Yet, another reason why I no longer luxuriate in the wistful whim of “hope”.

  But now I’ve got a sliver of hope inside me that maybe, just maybe, I could be an average girl one day. Sure, I’m still taking medication for my leukemia, but I’m not in chemo. I’m not in radiation. I’m in remission. I’ll have to take medication whether I’m in remission or not. At least my hair is starting to grow back now. Granted, it’s just strands of hair sticking up all over the place and in every direction, but oh how it warms my heart to see that hair on my head. I cried the other day when, after I can’t remember how long, I noticed I have eyebrows. Eyebrows! It’s the little things that people overlook every day that I’m most grateful for. Just last week Kennedy’s leg brushed against mine and he lifted one of his dark brows and asked me if it wasn’t time for a shave. When I burst into tears, he
didn’t say a word. He just pulled me close and held me, rocked me, and called me his baby sister. The dam burst majorly then and he chuckled and kissed the top of my head. This is when that fragment of hope began to bloom.

  “Stop daydreaming, Coley, and get your sweet little ass into wardrobe,” Spenser scolds.

  I grin. “You just want to touch my boobs again.”

  He laughs. “If I swung that way sweetie, I’d be all over you like white on rice.”

  It’s my turn to laugh now. “Are you tarting me up again?”

  “You know it… even if you’re too skinny.”

  I roll my eyes. “Again, Spenser, I’m eating. I’m eating a lot. Ask Kennedy. He makes sure I eat twice what I probably should. Before long I’m going to be overweight and then what?”

  “Then we make you custom clothes like we’re doing for Lucy,” Xander says as he walks down the hall with a hugely pregnant Lucy. I can’t remember if she’s six or seven months along now but, holy Hannah, she’s humongous. When she punches Xan in the arm I snicker. I love that she gives as good as she gets, and I get a little extra satisfaction because it’s Xander she’s slugging. I still, after two months, haven’t figured out what it is about him that I don’t like. I just can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something…

  “Fuck off, Xander,” Lucy tells him and heads for Spenser, giving him a hug and touching his side like she’s done every single day we’ve been on the road. “You’re feeling okay?”

  “Luciana, baby doll, I’m fine. I tell you this every day. Believe me when I say that that bitch didn’t get to stick it in deep.”

  Wait for it.

  “Not like Carmine and his big D.”

  And there it is. We all burst out laughing.

  “I have to pee again,” Lucy announces and she’s gone like a flash.