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“How? You’ve made it clear over and over again that I mean nothing to you, and I should die, remember? How would you feel if I was the one in that casket being lowered into that grave? Would you finally be happy, knowing that you’d never have to see my face again? Would it hurt less or not at all, knowing that you’d get everything you wanted, which is me dead?” I can’t help but ask out loud. His grip on me tightens, and he looks down at me, staring into my face intently.
“Shut the fuck up and don’t ever say some dumb shit like that again,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Why? It might happen soon enough. Someone is after me and I don’t have anyone who cares if someone kills me. You yourself said I’d be better off dead anyway.”
“I’m an asshole, okay? I keep saying dumb shit I don’t mean. You’re still fucking mine whether you want to be or not.” He huffs.
“You can’t just change your mind and play with my life like that,” I mutter.
“Believe me, I know. But it’s not a game anymore,” he grumbles.
“I still fucking hate you!” I voice, looking him in the face.
“I know, baby, I know.” He sighs. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m giving you up.”
“I’m scared,” I say in a whisper so only he can hear, although I know no one else can hear our conversation because we’re far enough away. “The heart I got at the house before we left for Aspen, the one I couldn’t find when I woke up, it was Martin’s…” I say, trailing off.
“What? Let’s go. I need you to explain all of this shit to me,” he says. Without saying another word, we head in the direction of the parking lot. I’m actually glad we’re leaving now because I didn’t want to see Martin’s casket fully in the ground or when they started to cover it. I think I would have lost it then.
When we get to the parking lot, I’m surprised to see all of the guys’ cars here. We haven’t made it far when lights start flashing in my face, blinding me for a second. Mason curses under his breath and then a second later, all the guys are surrounding me.
I let out a groan. Why the fuck would the paparazzi think today of all days would be a good time to be swarming me? I’m wondering what the hell is going on because I’ve never seen this many at the same time, trying to get pictures of me.
They’re hurling questions at me, but I can’t understand what the hell they’re saying since they’re all yelling over each other. The guys are pushing people away, keeping them from getting close to me.
Mason opens his car door and pushes me inside. There’s no use arguing with him that I drove myself here because he won’t listen to a word I say right now anyway.
“I need my phone,” I tell him when he opens his side of the car. I hand him my keys. He nods and closes the door again before running to my car and grabbing my phone and bag.
The cameras are still flashing. I feel like I’m missing something, but I have no clue what the hell it could be.
Mason comes back over and hops in the car, handing me my stuff before peeling out of the cemetery parking lot. I hate that I’ve caused such a commotion and will have to find a way to apologize and make it up to Marnie.
I look in the rearview mirror and see all the guys are following us in a line. I’m so confused by today. I have no idea what the hell they’re doing to be honest. It’s been a long time since they had my back like this.
The video incident tries to come to the forefront of my mind, but I push it back. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with that Pandora’s box today or anytime in the near future.
I text all the girls, including Adley, to come over. I give them my new address. I guess it’s time to tell them what’s going on and I might as well tell them all together, so I don’t need to go over it again. I barely told the girls much about what was going on when we were in Aspen because the guys interrupted us before we could finish talking.
I’m not saying a word about the video the guys showed me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready either.
As we’re passing my building to go into the parking garage, I see tons more paparazzi people camping outside. Not for the first time today, I’m wondering what the hell is going on. This is crazy even for them.
Everyone parks and then we all step into the elevator. It’s a good thing it’s a decent size because these assholes take up the majority of the space. When we get to the penthouse apartment, they all gravitate toward the living room and find seats, getting comfortable.
“Uh, make yourselves at home, I guess,” I drawl in a sarcastic tone. I grab them snacks. Don’t ask why I even care but they all grumble their appreciation.
I get a call from the front desk letting me know that I have visitors. I tell the guy to send them up. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door and I walk over to open it. There are two penthouse apartments on this floor and thankfully so far, I think the other one is empty. We all walk into the living room and the girls take a seat, getting comfortable too.
“How long has this stalker thing been going on?” Mason asks, getting right to it.
“Um, I think it started the day I moved back here…” I say, trailing off.
“And you didn’t think you should tell anyone?” he asks.
“Well, I didn’t think anyone would care,” I huff out. When I see the girls about to object, I cut them off. “Not you guys! I just didn’t want any of you to get involved because I didn’t know if it was dangerous or not,” I finish.
“You should have let someone know!” Mason growls.
