All Chapters of Rock It Out, Book of Abel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when I went to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary but they don’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but me. I am desperate enough to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel, at Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year, Rocklahoma. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery. If I could kick my own ass, I would. Cursing under my breath, I fight my way through a mob of women showing way too much skin, muscled security, and guys in outfits so bizarre I worry about their mental health. I swear the Marilyn Manson phase died a silent death but I’m proven wrong. Just like I am wrong about the mullet being out of style. Seriously, I lost count of the number of mullet heads about five minutes ago. A pair of squealing women stumble by me, one of them spilling their fruity beverage on my arm. Now the stench of pine

~Livie~ “Ladies! We’ve been waiting for you!” Raze calls out. “Who is she?” A member of the trio gives me the stink eye. Raze shrugs, devilish grin in place. “A friend of Abel’s.” “Abel?” She eyes me up and down, weighing her supposed competition. “Actually, we’re not friends at all.” I plaster a smile on my face for her benefit. “Are you lovers?” She persists. Ugg. I laugh at her desperation. I will never disgrace myself over a guy again. She crosses her arms across her chest, amplifying huge, fake boobs. A pout forms on her cherry-red lips. “But he invited me back to the bus.” Stupid chick. I shake my head. “There’s no reason to be upset. He’s not a lover or friend. He’s just somebody I used to know.” “So you aren’t screwing him?” My hand itches to grab a handful of her bottle blond hair. Crazy, right? I am totally not jealous. Liar, liar! Pants on fire! “Nope.” I say cheerfully and waive at Gabe. “Good luck with this freak show. Laters.” He stands up,

~Livie~ “Jesus, Christ!” He shoves his plate away. Abel does not bother to hide his agitation. With him, it is all passion, the good and the ugly. “You walk back into my life, turning my fucking wet dream into reality, and think you can leave? Babe, if your goal was to be free of me, you never should have climbed on my bus.” The chances of him signing the papers are bleak. Stupid me for thinking he would be reasonable. I’m going to spend the rest of my life tied to the worst husband in the world. Seriously. He had sex with my cousin on our wedding night! Who the hell does that? I realize I lost control of the situation. I don’t know what to do to remedy the situation. Maybe call my bestie and ball my eyes out. Yes. That is the extent of my master plan. By some divine interference, my phone goes off again. I grab my phone when I notice the caller. “I have to take this.” “Hello?” I speak quietly as if it matters.Eliza wastes no time. “You were supposed to call me with all the jui

~Abel~“Are you sure?” My heart hammers in my chest. “Yes.” My lawyer confirmed. For the third time. “The paperwork was not complete. It appears there were a few critical pages missing from the packet.”“F-U-C-K.” I say.“This is not a problem, only a minor inconvenience. I assure you. I can contact the other party, request they sign and overnight the paperwork to you for signature.”My lawyer sounds smug, irritatingly so. I rub my face with my other hand. “So we are not divorced?”She sighs. “No. The courts kicked the paperwork back. You are still Mr. and Mrs. Abel Moore.”My mind races with a thousand different possibilities. When I signed those papers, I suffered from fucking crushing regret. Like instantly. Livie and I never had the chance at a real marriage. Well, that shit is about to fucking change.“Hello? Mr. Moore?” Her impatient tone calls out.“Yeah, sorry. So what if I do not sign? Can they proceed without me as they threatened?”“Well, yes. But it will take time and ef