A single tear slips out the corner of my eye as I look down at my sleeping boyfriend. A frown takes over his lips. Sleep is supposed to be peace full, but nothing about Chris's stiff posture screams peace.

I know I cause his pain... I cause everyone's pain. That's why I need to leave and fix this.

I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive, but I would rest better if Mark was safe.

I already lost Chase, my parents resent me because they blame me for the cause of his death, the one person I can't afford to lose is Mark.

I have no idea what this man wants from me, I'm terrified to find out, but I will soon.

A broken sigh leaves my lips as my eyes take in the love of my life. What breaks me inside is knowing he's going to wake up in the morning and I won't be there. We fell asleep last night crying in each other's embrace, my body woke up in a panic, I pride Chris's arm off me and wrapped it around a pillow. He whimpered in his sleep and cuddled the pillow to his chest, I almost went back into bed to be in his arms again, but I stopped myself and started packing my backpack.

What Chris didn't know is I booked a ticket back to LA when I was in the washroom getting ready for bed. It leaves in two hours from now. Once I get to LA, I will get Mark to safety and hopefully be safe as well.

I know how broken Chris will be when he wakes up and he finds me gone, but I have no other choice. Calling the cops will only cause Mark and Tyler's death. Whoever this person is, they really know what my weaknesses are.

I have no idea who this person is and what they could want from me, but I guess I'm going to find out soon.

I bend down and place one last delicate kiss on Chris's forehead, "I love you baby," I whisper faintly. I take a step back while shaking my head.

No more tears Lola, you got this; you need to do this.

Grabbing my black backpack from the floor, I place it on my shoulder and walk towards the hotel door.

"I'm so sorry Chrissy," I say through tears, I grasp the doorknob with trembling hands, I yank it open and close it softly behind me.

Here goes nothing.

***

Thoughts that should have crossed my mind before I got on this plane just come to mind now. If I get myself killed, how will my fans cope? My loyal fans love me to the fullest, so I can imagine how they would feel knowing that I won't be around anymore. They won't ever see me in new movies, I won't ever be able to meet more of them, and give them hugs to show how much I appreciate them. I just left Toronto our first stop on the tour. I can't imagine how disappointed the fans will be when they find out I won't be attending. Rumours will probably arise, but I don't care about that.

Chris will be furious with me and most likely Liam because I left the tour without letting him know.

Most people in the world think that being a celebrity is all sunshine and rainbows, but little do they know Hollywood is a very toxic environment.

Sure, the pay is good... but what is life without happiness?

I cannot count the amount of times they forced me into doing a photoshoot of me half naked for a magazine. Being naked in a magazine was something I didn't want to do in my career. But when you get agency's telling you if you don't model for their company they'll ruin your career, I had really no other choice.

Being a celebrity brings you a lot of hate and danger, take me for example. I'm currently on a plane flying to a psycho to save my best friend. As I was saying, crazy people will put people like me in danger to get fame or money.

Therefore, I might present myself to society as a carefree and confident woman... but always remember you don't see what's behind the scenes.

***

As I walk out of the sliding doors of LA's airport, I can't help but miss the cool air on my face instead of the warm heat of LA. Leaving home was especially hard the way I had to leave, suddenly and fast.

Not to mention I didn't miss the loud noise of cars honking like mad, I swear no one is patient anymore.

Glancing through the mess of cars, I try to spot the car that would be waiting for me as promised.

I scoff at myself, how am I supposed to know who's picking me up if I didn't get any knowledge.

Staggering back, I fall on my butt when someone's shoulder collides with mine, "Move it, little girl."

Not bothering to say anything to the rude samaritan, I pick up the sunglasses that fell off my face and sigh when I see a long scratch on the lenses. I place them back on my nose and adjust the cap on my face.

"Are you Lola Wilston?" A gruff, manly voice says from behind me.

I jump and whip around to face the voice, finding a man that looks similar to the one on the face time call, I give him my best glare and cross my arms. "Yes I am, who might you be?"

"Not happening," he says as he grabs my arm tight and pulls me towards a black G wagon.

I bite back a whimper when his hold causes redness on my olive skin tone. He yanks the door open hard and pushes me inside. I land on the soft leather seat with a bounce and let out a soft squeak.

He slams the door once he gets in beside me and singles the driver to drive. I frown when I see the driver has on the same outfit, what's up with these people, are they ninjas?

"Hands," is all the man demands.

Not bothering to argue, knowing it will not get me anywhere, I extended my hands towards him.

Grabbing both of my skinny wrists in his hand, he handcuffs them together. It takes everything in me not to smirk that he stupidly handcuffed my hands in front of my body, I could easily get out of them if I needed to.

But he doesn't need to know I took self-defence classes when I was younger. Let him think I'm a weak, defenseless girl.

"Where are you taking me?"

Thick silence fills the car. Is no one going to answer me?

"Didn't your momma teach you manners, sweet little boy," I snarl, "Actually, since I'm handcuffed in the back of this car and being taken to my death, I would say she didn't."

A growl leaves his throat, "I would shut the hell up if I were you."

A dry laugh leaves my mouth, "Seems like you fear me."

"Fear," he raises an eyebrow, "of you?"

I nod and stare into his eyes confidently, "Then why did you cuff me if you're not scared?"

"Boss's orders, we don't need you messing this up for us."

I give him a fake sweet smile, "Sure honey boo."

"I would watch your mouth if you want nothing happening to your lover boy."

My body tenses, and my blood boils at just the thought of them touching Chris.

"Don't you dare," I grit out between my clenched teeth.

"Then shut the hell up."

Wanting to kick him in his groin so badly, I turn my head around and stare out the window.

***

After two long hours in a silent car ride, we finally arrive in front of a rundown building.

One push and it could collapse.

Two men stride out of the broken door, towards the car... towards my door.

It's thrown open and I'm grabbed harshly. He pulls me towards the building, causing my phone to fall out of my pocket.

I grimace while looking around at my surroundings. Broken glass, garage, dead animals, windows are boarded up.

In conclusion, it looks like a nightmare.

"Boss," the man that has me in his hold exclaims throughout the building.

He throws me to the ground when a tall man strolls out of the darkness.

Slow clasps and dry laughs fill the room. The hooded man from the video low and behold is standing right in front of me.

"Why, look how ugly you have gotten," he teases.

Finding the strength, I gaze into his cold eyes, "Where's Mark?"

He waves me off, "In another room, slowly bleeding to death."

I stand up on my shaky legs and give him my best glare, "The deal is me for him, now let me know what you want."

The hooded man's fists clench, "Follow me." is all he says while walking away.

Following his instructions, not wanting him to get angry, I follow him to a room that has one chair perched in the middle.

Being able to spot a hunched over body sitting on the dinky looking chair, I run over knowing it's Mark.

I hunch over on my knees in front of him, and grab his bloody face in my hands, "Munchkin, I'm here you're going to be okay."

All I get out of him is a weak whimper.

"Not so fast," the man says, grabbing my hair and yanking me back.

"I need something from you, and then you can leave with your messed up friend."

I can leave? He won't keep me here and torture me?

Nodding my head, I cast a worried glance at Mark from over my shoulder.

"I don't think you know who I am, all I can say to you is that I hate your guts. Seeing as you now know what I'm capable of doing, I'm going to need you to follow everything I say." he grits out from in front of me. "I'm in deep need of money, since you're the reason I'm like this, I need you to hand me over five million dollars." he pauses and walks over to Mark, "If you don't... well he's dead." he pulls out a knife and drags it along my Munchkins forehead.

What does he mean that I know him, and that I'm the cause why he's like this? I have no idea who he is... but he seems to know me very well.

If all he wants is money, then he can have my whole bank card if it means getting Mark back.

I nod my head and plead at him, "Take my money I don't care, but please let me leave with him."

He pauses, collecting his messed up thoughts.

"I'll actually just take your entire card, seeing as though you have no problem with it." he smiles at me evilly. "No one should know about this, you know what I'm capable of doing Lola."

Muttering up the courage, I speak up the question I've been wondering, "Were you the one leaving all the notes and drawings?"

He drops the knife on the floor and walks over to me nodding, "You're smarter than I remember you being."

"Who are you, what are you to me?" I exclaim, throwing my hands up in anger.

"I'm surprised you don't remember my voice, that wounds me." he dramatically says, walking around me in a circle twisting a lock of hair around his dirty fat finger.

"I'm your daddy, sweetie pie."

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