𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕.

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I never got out of somewhere quicker.

I felt the adrenaline going through my veins. I knew what I did was definitely wrong, I knew he was probably mad and wanting to get his hands on me; but right now I just couldn't care at all. He wasn't happy with me when I pulled my phone out and took a plethora of photos of the group. He wasn't sending me very good looks between songs. His jaw was so sharp that I was very much guessing he was clenching his teeth. He had that look you see of pure infuriation.

But I wasn't going to let him bully me, not in front of his band and not in front of the crowd.

I walked into my dressing room, scanning my surroundings in case he was there with my head shoved in my phone to send a few photos to the 'Fashion Killa' group chat and of course Vanity, Moni and Eliana's chat we have together.

With my head not looking anywhere but the floor, I didn't feel the presence of someone hiding behind the door until I was pinned to the vanity from the front, a hand gripping my neck.

I yelped and looked up from the mirror to see Hobie, my heart dropping. His one hand was gripping my neck and the other held a black item to the temple of my head; it was cold, shiny and due to how dim the room was I thought it was a gun. With one swift movement he had me turned around so we were facing one another, his hands resting on the wooden item behind me, our faces inches apart.

The hairbrush now in front of my face. Not a gun.

"You think you some tough shit, baby?" He rasped, staring into my eyes with intimidation.

My chest got heavy, too anxious to move or to speak properly no matter how much I told myself he wasn't worth the trouble. All I could tell myself was to not let him make me feel small, yet here I was cowering into my arms as I was feeling more than pathetic.

He drops his head, shaking it while looking at our feet. My chest rose up and down as I was now staring at the top of his full head of hair, hearing him quietly laugh to himself.

He tilts his head back up to look at me, a small grin on his face but his eyes held this impression of someone I couldn't trust.

He still looked mad but was disguising it. "You and I got off to the wrong start." He says softer, smiling with his perfect teeth.

What?

He stood up straight and put his arms down so they were by his side.

"I don't want us to be enemies, we have eight months together after all." He said in a much kinder tone, really throwing me off. "I took you to meet my Ma, she would be pissed if she knew how I was treating a woman."

"You want us to be.... friends?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to piece together his wording and know if I heard the right thing.

"Well neither of us are going anywhere clearly, so we might as well find a common ground, don't cha think?" He shrugs, as if he wasn't tormenting me the day I saw him again.

"No. You have treated me like a damn animal ever since I got this job, you make these faces and say these comments all the time like I'm the one to blame for your fucking misery." I snap, hands shoving his chest to push him back. "You don't get to humiliate me in front of your band and 40,000 people then expect me to want to be your friend?! I liked you better on Vanity's tablet. Away from me."

Hobie didn't budge when I pushed him, but it was a good enough attempt to try. He sighed, that stupid fucking sigh left his lips

"Fair enough. Look, I want to make things right, I'm sorry no one wore your outfits because of me and I'm sorry you think I'm some crazed person with a different personality."

"You said it, not me."

"But..." He tucks my hair behind my ear, sending a shiver through me. He smelled really good of cologne, but for some reason I figured he always would. "I want you to come by my dressing room in twenty minutes, I promise not to make you late for the bus. We don't leave for another forty minutes, that gives you twenty with me. I want to talk to you." He comments quietly, still keeping that soft, small smile.

"Talk about what? And why can't we talk here?" I cross my arms, breathing rising heavily.

"Because I actually have to get ready to leave, I am a man in a time crunch."

"I–fine." I finally agree, turning my head to the side, letting out a little breath. "Just get out now.."

He listens, for the first time and heads out the door, soon to exit it to where I was left in my dressing room alone and very confused. I stood dumbfounded in the room, not being able to remotely understand what just happened.

"What the fuck." I whispered under my breath. My two fingers were placed on my wrist to make sure I was alive and this wasn't a nightmare. Unfortunately for me, it was real.

Packing up the remaining bits of my room into my small bag, I dropped it off with one of the guards to bring to the bus with a soft thank you before heading in the direction of his known dressing room.

I didn't know what to expect. I didn't even know what to expect. But here I stood in front of his door with my hand balled into a fist and hovering it over his name tag that was shiny and plagued. My hands were all sweaty from nerves; today has been a long ass day.

I hoped he would be nice.

Even want to strike a conversation with me, but that can only be in fairy tales and in movies.

I knocked on the door and waited, swallowing the lump in my throat. I have no clue why he wanted me here or why it was so urgent that we talked specifically in his room, but I still came anyway. I was hoping I wasn't stupid for coming here, but I can't deny someone who might actually want to make things right between us.

I knocked once more, this time a little harder when I heard a slight movement from the other side of the door. My stomach was turning and my lungs were starting to feel like they were being filled with water but that was pretty normal when I was in a situation like this.

But once again, nothing.

I took it upon myself to just open the door and go in, maybe he wasn't even in here and I just embarrassed myself even more.

When I opened the door I couldn't make out anything in the room due to the limit of light. I could barely take another step without tripping over some of his shoes or clothes.

"Hello?" I whispered out, moving further into the room without thinking much of it. He wouldn't try to kill me, for some reason I just knew he wouldn't do that and risk jail time. "Hobie this isn't funny, we hav--"

There in the corner was a shadow that had me pausing my sentence and voice, I was sick to my stomach and actually worried that I was in the room with a sick freak. My face stapled onto a sheet that was tied together to look like a body tied to the chair.

"What the fuck..." I whispered, shaking my head as I took a step backwards. "Is that supposed to be a warning.."

I didn't want to stay and find out, not now and not ever. My body turned and without warning I was gone.

Hobie stood on the other side of the door as I brushed past him without saying anything, not even when he gripped my arm and asked what was wrong. I just glared, shooting daggers into his throat, stomach and heart if I could before snapping my arm out of his grip and away from him.