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“Do you think it was Ben or Ty playing a prank on you?” she asked.
“They would have called me soon after to laugh about it,” I said, shaking my head as I sifted through baby clothes for girls. I held up a pair of overalls. “Do you think this is cute?”
“I love the matching purple onesie with it,” said Olivia. “Let’s get that and maybe a walker.”
“I’m fucking scared to go home now,” I said as we walked to the baby toys section. The bright colors filled the aisle, and mothers pushing strollers crowded them. I always actively avoided the baby section. It made me sad for some reason, reminding me of the pack life I’d dreamt about before meeting Jordan. I wanted a baby of my own. A pack of my own, but it wasn’t time yet.
“Don’t be scared,” said Olivia. “If you have to, just hire a couple of bodyguards.”
“Do you want to sleep over?”
“No,” said Olivia quickly, and I rolled my eyes. “I like my own room and bed, sorry cousin. But you can stay atmyhouse with your celebrity self.”
“I’m notthatscared,” I said teasingly, even though I’ve slept at her house several times. Her mother was my aunt Jade. “But you’re right. It could be a prank or something.”
“Call the police,” said Olivia. She was right about calling the authorities, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it yet. Nothingtoocrazy had happened so far. Just creepy notes and voicemails.
But when I got home later that night, I knew for sure it wasn’t just a prank. I stepped out of the limo, thanking Phil for taking me everywhere today. I walked past the gate towards my front door. My heart stopped at the sight waiting for me.
Dead pink roses were sitting at my doorstep. Someone had managed to get past my high-security gate.
Chapter 2
Lacy
Lookingaroundinapanic, I debated whether or not to scream for Phil, but he would think I was nuts.
I slowly picked up the dead bunch of roses and dumped it in the trash. I didn’t want my maid coming tomorrow morning to see it and wonder too much about what was happening. She came over once a week to thoroughly clean since I was always busy.
My hands shook as I walked into my house- locking the door behind me.
I ran around the house checking to see if all the windows were closed and all the doors were locked. I felt like I was getting paranoid now.
First, the weird gift, the voicemail, and then the dead flowers? It didn’t make any sense, and I started to get frightened. I was used to fan mail and attention, but this one sent a weird chill through my body that I couldn’t explain.
After making sure all the doors and windows were secure, I headed into my bedroom and stripped down to my pajamas. When I got ready for bed, I sat on my cozy chair next to my bed to play a little bit of music before I went to bed. I closed my eyes and strummed the guitar as I sang out loud. Every nerve in my body began to relax as I allowed my body to flow with the slow song. I cherished this moment to myself. It didn’t happen every night, but only on certain nights when I felt stressed or on edge.
And it was one of those nights.
I slowly set the guitar down, relaxed and feeling my spirit grow stronger. No one was going to scare me. Shutting off all the lights, I lay in bed and closed my eyes. I needed to get enough rest before tomorrow’s performance on the beach for the locals. I was stoked about it. It would be the first time we’d done a live performance in a while, and I couldn’t wait.
In the middle of the night, I stirred awake to an odd noise.
I groaned, annoyed, as I opened my eyes in the pitch dark. A loud scuffling sound was coming from outside. I slowly rolled off the bed with memories of yesterday’s odd events rushing through my mind. It sounded like someone was jiggling the doorknob from the front door. Anger surged through me, and I grabbed my guitar as a weapon. Running down the stairs, my heart was pounding in my chest.
The noise was for sure coming from the front door.
“Leave!” I screamed at the door.
The sounds stopped, and I heard a low chuckle from the other side. I gripped my guitar high, ready to fling it at his head if he broke in.
I was ready to smash him to bits.
My heart thundered in my ears as I stood there for a long while. When I didn’t hear any more noise, I slowly backed away from the door and went to my room. Locking my room door behind me, I took deep breaths. I needed to know who this crazed fan was, and he needed to be arrested. For the rest of the night, I looked up the best cameras to install around my house, shopping online. I was always too lazy to do these things, a running joke between my fathers, who were always exasperated with me when I procrastinated.
I needed cameras, and I needed the best ones.
The next day, I was ready to collapse from lack of sleep after we finished singing at the concert to the delight of our fans.
