Disclaimer: For the final time, I do not own I'm in the Band.
For the rest of the night, I barely spoke a word to let my voice recover. The other two band members explained what happened in the van and more about me and Bleed's past since there is no point in hiding it anymore.
Later, a few minutes until midnight, I still feel both wide awake and super tired, but I decide it's time to put it away for the night. I turn the television off and start to head to Iron Weasel's room.
"Finally going to bed?" a teenage voice asks.
I back up to the counter that is connected to both the kitchen and living room and open the window to see Tripp standing there.
"Kid, why are you up so late?" I ask him.
"I can barely sleep, this night was just so crazy."
"I know." I say in a quiet tone for both my voice and that I don't really want to remember Bleed anymore tonight.
After a few seconds, Tripp confesses that Bleed talked to him twice. The first one was about Bleed's true motives; second was that he wanted to break me once again to hope that Iron Weasel will never get back on the charts again.
"And he told me that it is easier to break something but it takes more effort and longer to fix it. How long will you take you to be fixed?" Tripp finally asks me.
I smile and tell him: "I already am, kid."