"I can't lose you again, Serena. If I do, I'll never forgive myself,"
"You won't lose me. I promise you that,"
Serena's life hasn't been perfect, but with her superstar boyfriend Aidan, and her adoring fans by her side, she seems to have everything...
A/n: I don't usually put trigger warnings in these chapters. But I wanted to warn you there is going to be disturbing content in this chapter. So please, read at your own risk.
Aidan's P.O.V.
The morning of March 18th was one of the hottest mornings I had ever experienced. Usually, the mornings in Toronto would be slightly cold and gloomy, but instead of being greeted with that. A giant heatwave went through the hotel room, sending beads of sweat down my face, almost like I had the sweating sickness. "Mom, do you think you could turn on the air conditioner?" I called out as I walked into the living room, where she and Dad watched a comedy of some sort.
"It's broken. The staff is coming over to fix it sometime later today," She answered, glancing over at me before continuing to look at the television screen. Great, this is a great way to start my morning. Whenever these unexpected heat waves came, I would usually be prepared with the AC. But because of the lack of it, I would be sweating bullets until maintenance finally came. I changed into a pair of shorts along with a tank top. Afterward, I dug through the fridge and pulled out some of the fruit salad I had made a few nights ago, along with some water.
"Did you talk to Serena at all?" Dad asked as I took a bite out of one of the melon slices. "Not since yesterday," I answered negatively. If I remembered correctly, she was at her next stop in Montreal. When I had first started working on Umbrella Academy, Steve had given me the weekend off because they were going to be filming some scenes with Robert, Justin, and a few other actors. And instead of sitting around doing nothing, I decided to take advantage of this weekend off, and we went to Montreal and stayed the night there before heading out the next day.
I hope she's having fun on all of these stops without me. Part of me knew that she was happy, but after knowing her for so long, I could detect a small amount of sadness and longing in her eyes when she announced the callouts on Instagram. If I had Five's ability to spacial jump, I would definitely jump to her concerts, so I could see her exuberate performances. "Alright, maintenance said they're gonna be here in about an hour," Mom said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Do you guys mind if I head out and go bike riding? It might be a good time killer," I asked.
"Yeah, go ahead," Dad nodded. I gave them a hug and kiss goodbye before I head down to the bicycle lot, renting one out for the hour. I rode around the park for a while, occasionally looking around at all the nature. Even though it was so hot, I could feel my skin begin to cool as the wind hit it. Halfway into the bike ride, I felt my phone vibrate in my pockets. Thinking it was important, I came to a stop at a nearby bench and pulled it out of my pocket.
Serena
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Serena: I just had some breakfast with T.J. before rehearsal. Three more days, baby! 💖
Aidan: Looks delicious! I can't wait to see you again! 😘
Serena: All in good time, spoop!
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and continued my bike ride, coming back to the lot with five minutes left on the bike. I parked it next to the other bikes and slipped a twenty-dollar bill into the machine before heading through the front doors of the hotel. "Mr. Gallagher?" The lady at the front desk called out after taking notice of my presence. I bit back a sigh, having a feeling it was another package.
"Please tell me that this isn't another one of those packages," I said firmly. "Oh no, it's not a package. It's a letter for you," she responded, reaching over to the side and handing me a white envelope with my name on it. "Thank you," I said before walking away. During the elevator ride, I kept glancing back at the letter, wondering what the contents inside were. I was hoping that this was just a normal letter and not another sick, twisted one.
I shoved the letter into my back pocket, acting like nothing further had happened. Once I was back in my bedroom, I tore open the envelope and opened the letter, praying that nothing unusual was in it. It started normal, with a greeting, but very quickly, it escalated into more sick things. Saying that this person had weird fantasies about her and how they wanted her to do disgusting things. Even thinking about it made me almost throw up.
Towards the end, the urge to throw up became stronger as I read the paragraph explaining that they wanted to hurt her, tie her up, and make deep cuts on her arms and legs. But the one thing that was written that shook me to my core was this.
"I guess me and my associates will have to kill her before she comes back to Toronto. She'll be dead before she has the chance to blink an eye,"
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Serena's P.O.V.
"Alright, soundcheck!" The manager of the club said as I was rehearsing for the concert. "Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3," I spoke into the mic, hearing my voice echo throughout the speakers on the ends of the stage. He gave me a thumbs-up, telling me he could hear it. I walked towards the back of the stage, where my guitar was resting against the black stand. I spent minutes precariously plucking the strings as I set it to the right tone.
As I worked on the final string, my phone rang as it rested on the keyboard of the black piano. I set my guitar to the side, picking up the phone to see it was Aidan calling me. "Hey Sandy, I'm going to use the bathroom real quick. I'll be right back!" I called out before rushing to the nearest bathroom. On the fifth and final ring, I picked up. "Aidan? I'm in the middle of rehearsal right now. Can I call you back?" I asked.
"Serena, this is important. I got another letter today, and this one is quite disturbing," he shuddered into the phone. "Aidan, we've been getting letters constantly. This isn't anything new. They're all disturbing," I said, exasperated. "Listen to me, okay? You need to cancel the rest of the tour and get home as soon as possible," He whispered into the phone. My eyes widened at his words. He was the one who had been excited for me to go on tour and perform, and now he wanted me to cancel the last three stops.
"Aidan, you know I can't do that! I will be dropped from my label! You know how much this means to me," I hissed, trying to remain calm. "I know, but please, for your safety, cancel the meet and greets, talk to Joseph about the situation, okay? I'm sure he'll understand your fears," Aidan said some comfort in his voice. "What did the letter say?" I choked out. Aidan let out a sigh on the other end, making the previous fear and paranoia grow.
"I'll send it to you," He said before hanging up the phone. Within about thirty seconds, I received a text from Aidan, including the photo of the letter. The image was a little blurry, but I could still read the letter. My breathing quickened as I read the death threat, and I clutched onto my chest, right over my rapidly beating heart, as I began to fear for my life.
