I walk further into the airport with my bag trailing behind me as I pull it looking around for Ivy, she insists she'd come pick me up and not Ares's 'Minions' as she calls them.

My eyes fall to a certain brunette who's tapping her foot impatiently as she holds a sign with my name on it, upside down...

I let out a small quiet chuckle before walking up to her. When I'm about half way her eyes fall to me and she grins before throwing the sign at me. My eyes widen as I duck down, making sure to look behind me at the sign seeing it hit no one else before turning and glaring at the dumb bitch.

"You are fucking crazy" I whisper and she just throws herself at me and I fall to the floor, great. Now I bet everyone's looking at us. "Oh my gosh, I missed you so much" she squeals and I let out a small laugh before looking up and seeing all eyes on us.

Whoops?

They probably think we're crazy.

She suddenly freezes and her eyes meet mine before widening, "They are all looking at us, right?" she asks and I roll my eyes, "No Ivy, they're looking at Santa's ass crack-who else are they looking at?" I rehort and she sticks her tongue out at me before getting up.

I follow getting up after her and we both dust imaginary dust off our clothes as the people stop staring awkwardly and get back to whatever they were doing.

"Where's Ares? He let you go without a guard?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, she rolls her eyes grabbing my suitcase. "He never lets me go anywhere without his minions or him" she says looking around and I chuckle.

"But I brought someone with me...He went out to take a call" she trails off looking around, my phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out sighing once I see my Agent's contact.

"Hey can I take this?" I ask and she looks at my phone before sighing with a nod, she knows how much I hate this guy.

I pull my baseball cap down more in hopes there's no reporters or anything here as I put the phone to my ear. He yells into the phone so loud I cringe. Up your ass. "Somewhere. What's wrong?" I ask.

He asks and I sigh, "I told you I was busy this month and I couldn't do any shows" I say and the line goes quiet.

"I have to be somewhere"

He says and I keep my jaw from falling. Motherfucker. "I have a life John, and I'm simply living it" I grit.

he says ignoring every word I'd said just now and I hold in an annoyed groan, this is what I mean. I have no will in how I live my damn life ever since I was forced to get an agent. "Well tell them to replace me"

he asks with a scoff before going on about more information. Why won't the man just get the hint? I've literally spelled it out for him.

"I don't care" I say, Rachel was my ex-friend. She used me for clout to grow her career before she left me, and posted my secrets on the internet for no reason at all. Luckily my lawyer made her take it down but it was after a day. My secrets, my fears were out and now everyone knows.

My brain clouded with anger and annoyance, who the fuck does he think he is? Before I could talk he did. he grits with impatience. I almost let out a goddamn scoff.

Wait, how does he kno-"" he speaks, like he's controling himself from yelling at me. Again.

How?

My eyes scan the airport, "Shit" I mumble seeing a small group of reporters with their camera's to me. "I got to go, tell them I'm not going to be there" I say before hanging up on John and pulling my windbreaker around me tighter and the cap down as I look down walking to Ivy.

"Took you long enough-why do you look like you're hiding?" Ivy asks, I roll my eyes before looking up to meet her eyes. My eyes not moving from hers when I see an all black suit beside her, I can feel the person's eyes on me and I finally look up.

I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes lock onto Seb's and my break is held captive in my lungs as I look at him for the first time in three damn years. He looks back at me and unlike before I can't read his blue eyes, they're blank. Like the amazing emotions that swam in them years ago are lost. They look dull instead of the piercing blue eyes I remember.

You're staring

Shut up

He's staring

I know

This is getting weird now, poor Ivy

Zip it

"Abby those dudes are taking pictures of you" Ivy states looking at her red nails and I'm the first to look away from Seb's cold eyes to look over my shoulder and see people clicking pictures of us. Shit.

"Ivy, Ares said not to take too long" he says and I don't dare to look up at him only to look into his emotionless eyes. What the hell happened?

I nod and before I could grab my bag Ivy does before winking at me. "Meet you two in the car" she says before running off with my bag and I glare at her back. Fucking bitch, how dare she? Now what do I do? Don't look at him. Just walk. Right, just walk. Gosh this is awkward.

I clear my throat but when I go to take a step forward flashes flash in my face and I gasp from surprise seeing more than just the small group of reporters. Fuck.

I hear questions being blown at me but I don't take the time to answer the crude assumptions more than questions.

I can't even take a single step without the reporters moving closer and starting to yell their questions.

'WHY ARE YOU NOT IN NEW YORK?'

'DID YOU REALLY SLEEP WITH RACHEL JANE'S BOYFRIEND?'

'IS THAT A CUT ON YOUR HAND?'

'WHEN IS YOUR NEXT SHOW?'

I feel my eyes going glossy as I try to get through the group, I didn't sleep with anyone. She was a girl I considered to be one of my best friends but she ended up using my trust in her against me, I wish I hadn't felt so fucking alone that day that my mind was that clouded that I picked up that blade. I just wish that my life could go back to being a normal model with a normal life.

I put my hands up covering my face trying to get through the crowd, but nothing works. I'm stuck in the middle as the questions ambush me. I keep my face covered and a tear slips down my cheek when I hear a certain question 'IS IT TRUE YOUR PARENTS WANT A PART IN YOUR LIFE NOW CAUSE YOUR RICH?' So fucking true it hurts to hear it.

I feel my breathing start to speed up and the sounds around me go quiet, I can hear them, but the voices are mumbled. Things are spinning and my breathing is the only thing my ears can pick up. So uneven, I stress thinking about the breathing trying to fix it as I try moving out of the crowd.

This happens everytime

I felt a hand grab my forearm lightly and before I could register what was happening someone pulled me into their chest, I didn't even bother looking at who it was before my hand fists a black dress shirt to try and stop them from shaking.

I look up slightly to see Sebastian, his cold face scares me. But the way he holds me makes me feel like I'm in the safest place ever.

His hand comes up and he covers my face as I wrap my arms around his torso, he freezes for a second before I hear him sigh, his hand lightly presses my face to his chest and he doesn't say a word.

I shut my eyes and as pulls me close with his arm around my waist, moving us through the crowd, he holds me close as he walks through the mean reporters throwing even meaner accusations and questions at me. 'How do you know Sebastian Morales?' they all yell. I'm not sure I know this man anymore...He's not Seb, this man is different now. He's cold. He has a cold scary aura surrounding him, his touch is cold and distant as his blue eyes seem colder than ice.

My eyes fall to his hand on my waist and I see his knuckles covered in bruises, scratches, dried up blood leaving me to wonder what he did for that to happen, what confuses me are the tattoos. They're not like the ones they used to be, these are scary, dead flowers, darker colours, the one thing that catches my eyes is the tattoo on his wrist. Two birds but one is flying away from the other.

"What the heck happened?" I hear Ivy and the cool fresh air of Italy hits me telling me we're outside now. "Reporters" Sebastian answers and Ivy sighs before I feel him let go of me suddenly the air becomes colder.

I swallow hard before looking up at him, "Thanks" I mutter and he nods before walking to some car, he didn't even look at me. I frown and before I could wipe my tears I felt Ivy do it for me.

"You okay?" she asks and I bring up my fake smile before nodding. "Let's go?" I ask and she nods before we both walk to the car.

That one question makes me want to cry so much fucking harder.

I go to sit in the back but when I open the door Ivy slips in with another damn wink, she locks the door and I glare at her before pulling open the passenger's door and getting in. I pull the belt around me and click it into the lock.

I fist my hand to my side as he starts the car and everything spins again, fuck I knew I should have drank some water. Not eating for 3 days does not do you good.

I close my eyes resting my head on the seat, you're so weak Abby. Look at you, not even being able to get through those reporters. Fucking weak.