Temptation 2

9 - hero

I woke up this morning with a terrible feeling in my stomach. It feels like something bad was going to happen but I also didn't sleep with Madden and I was missing her so I just thought it might be just that. I had hoped that it would pass but even during my co-stars outer failure today, the feeling still sits deep.

My co-star can't seem to get any of her lines right today and it's driving me mad. Every damn morning, Ashley Rank comes in with the biggest fucking smile on her face which isn't even the worst thing about her; she is always giggling, for no fucking reason at all—ALL DAY! Today, she just couldn't seem to keep that 'happy-go-lucky' mood for set so finally, after the tenth time of trying to film the same scene, the director calls a lunch break and I decide to spend my lunch with DJ in the trailer. I lock myself into my small bedroom on the trailer to reset. I really should try texting or calling Madden, but she is probably still on the plane for Toronto, and I need to close my eyes to rid myself of a headache. A knock sounds on the door of the trailer which I know DJ will handle. Seconds later, DJ is banging his fists on my door and before I have a chance to get up, he barges in. There's a studio phone in his hand and he has it on speaker. I recognize Logan's voice, but his tone is shaky. "Some guy had a gun to her head and if I took my shot, I'd shoot her so I couldn't but man—" He pauses and immediately my heart feels like it's about to rip out of my body. I grab the phone from DJ's grasp. "Logan, what the fuck is going on?" I look up and see concern in DJ's eyes and I have never seen this man wear this look before. I can't breathe, my heart has stopped beating, or at least feels like it as Logan explains the entire story to me. Hand over my heart, my shirt gripped in my fist, as if I can squeeze my heart, I hear all his words. "I called the police; they are looking at camera footage, but they said our best chance is to pay them." He continues to explain what the police are planning and how we can contact him. On the bed, my phone is vibrating, and I reach for it. I rub my eyes trying to focus on the screen, but I can make out Madden's caller ID so I answer. "Babygirl, are you okay? Baby! Madds?" I'm shouting into the phone, DJ has his hand on my shoulder. There's a voice on the other line, but it's not her's. I know exactly who it belongs to. "Jeremy, you fucking piece of shit." His laughter is vile, "Hello son, long time no talk. How you been?" Angry feuls me as I steady myself for this conversation. "You fucking prick. Where is Madden?" He ignores my question, playing with me, "I'm good thanks for asking son. I've been struggling financially though, my oldest seems to have cut me off. But I made a new friend; she's a little slender for my type but still have a perky piece of ass that I want to take a bite of. Isn't that right sweetheart?" I hear muffled noises on their end, and I am fucking fuming. "Hero?" Her voice is fragile, but I can tell she's keeping her voice firm in front of them. "Baby, it's me." I'm trying my best to hide the shake in my voice, trying not to scare her. "I'm coming for you Madden. I fucking promise." Again, the muffled sounds return and it's my piece of shit sperm donor telling me he wants one million dollars in cash in the next 48 hours, "...or she dies." He hung up and when I tried calling back it went straight to her voicemail.

My phone falls to the floor, Madden's voicemail still playing. All I can hear is the voicemail message; everything going on around me is ringing in the background and it's her voice when she said my name. I dropped to my knees, my mind coming back out of the blur, and I can hear DJ on the phone with our private jet company. I grab my heart and close my eyes, remembering her face; the brightest smile every time she looks at me—I engrave this image in my mind. I'm not going to lose my girl; never again. My phone is buzzing non-stop with calls, texts and really messages on all social media sites. It's in the news—of fucking course this can't say out of the media long enough for me to at least find her. My fucking shit for brains father fucking planned this perfectly. I cut him off, so he backs off for months, I didn't hear from her in four months, then one the fifth month he calls begging for more and I said no. So he takes six months of silence, planning the whole time to kidnap my girl, knowing that it is the one and only thing in this world I will fight for. That's why he took her out in public, he wants them to see him and see me as someone worse than the real villain. He's pulling a Mysterio on Spider-Man move.