Rayna wasn't sure how long she laid curled up on the filthy carpet, but her body ached as she slowly crawled over to the bed. Pushing her hair off her face, tentacles of hair stuck to her skin where they had absorbed her heartbroken tears. Sitting on the bed, she burrowed her face in Deacon's shirt. The scent of him calmed her while also sending sparks of anger through her. Looking around the room she was disappointed that he had left his guitars at the venue. Smashing them would have made her feel better and would have hurt Deacon. Screwing his shirt up she tossed it in the trash, disgusted that her body still responded to him like some love-struck teenager. She gathered the rest of his clothing and tossed them out onto the pavement of the carpark. She knew it was juvenile, but it was the only course of action available to her at the moment. Deacon wasn't around to confront, and she didn't feel like discussing what had happened with anyone, especially not Luke.

She had to get out of the motel room, it held too many memories of Deacon. Even though they had only been in it for a few days, the faint aroma of his aftershave lingered intermixed with the smell of their lovemaking. It hurt too much looking at the bed, knowing that they would never sleep tangled up in each other's arms. Pulling her hair back, she quickly applied some make up, mainly to cover up her swollen eyes from crying. She shimmied into a pair of worn jeans and a soft cotton checked shirt. The pain coursing through her body made her skin hypersensitive and long for the comforting feeling of soft embracing material to sooth the hurt.


She bypassed the main room. She could tell by the music coming out of it the band was jamming with some of the local talent. Easing herself into the room that had been designated her dressing room, she breathed a sigh of relief that no one had stopped to talk to her along the way. She didn't want to answer any questions, no matter how well meaning they were. She assumed that Luke had told everyone that something had happened between herself and Deacon. She was confident that he wouldn't have told them the details, he would have wanted to protect her from prying questions, so would have come up with some reason why she was avoiding Deacon. She knew that they would have to go on stage together. It was too late to bring on board another guitarist, beside she knew that Deacon was the best so regardless of what has happened, she needed him.

Tears prickled her eyes again. She knew that she needed Deacon in her life in so many different ways. Her mind was still struggling to believe that Deacon would cheat on her. Even at his worse, when he had numbed his demons, he had remained faithful to her. She has seen woman drape themselves over him and slip their phone numbers into his pockets while she was standing there, and he would always tell them that Rayna was the only woman for him. She smiled at the memory. Deacon had such charm that even after he had told the women no, they were still captivated by him. Curling up on the worn armchair, she wrapped herself in an old blanket and pushed all thoughts of Deacon out of her mind.