𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

60

A/N:
Happy belated Halloween lovelies<3 This chapter had me giggling and smiling to myself!! also, if you thought this book was almost over now that they're going to LA, let me tell you the madness is only beginning.

***

TO RETURN TO DOORS YOU believed you would never see again, was bizarre. It made my stomach knot up, each step I took tightening my insides around a fish wire, tighter and tighter as it cut through the raw flesh.

My only anchor had been my son and Colson, as we walked into Machine Gun Kelly's Los Angeles mansion.

I wished for jet lag, for something-anything to dull down my thoughts for a while. But I had nothing of that sort on account of the six hour flight we had taken in Colson's jet. He had made sure I had nothing of that sort. Connor and I were well rested, our every need-no matter how miniscule-Colson had assured to be taken care of.

Connor had worn a pout when the jet had finally landed in LA, not excited to be torn away from the arcade machine and video games he had been immersed in.

In that jet, for six hours, my world had shrunk to the size of two people, and of course, Noah, as he sauntered around in the background, helping himself to Colson's sensitive hospitality towards him.

I was so encased, so rendered devoid of the doubts and anxieties that lay outside the mental tube, that landing had been a shock to me too. A sullen feeling of fear overtook me like a storm as we left the jet and made our way into a waiting car to be taken to Colson's mansion.

I kind of knew what to expect. I had been there just recently, hadn't I? I had waited in a van outside the premises while Noah snuck in and took my son for me. So I knew what sort of intimidation would await me-at least I had an idea.

Connor had embraced the sight of the mansion, as we pulled up to it, with sudden bright eyes, as though he finally understood what his father had meant by the word "home." He was right to be so confused at first, wasn't he? His home had long been torn between two people-the distance ever-growing and ever-closing, all at once.

Noah had come along too, owning up to his silent inquisitive nature. He had family and a few friends in LA, he had confessed to me briefly on the plane. That explained why he had willingly boarded the jet with us.

"I'll be around," Noah had shrugged, with his hands in his jeans pockets. "Been thinking of finding work in LA. I'll visit if I do."

That was all he had said, and I was grateful for his words.

Being in LA was daunting. It was intimidating. In my time modelling for Zac Posen, the man had raved and berated LA all at once. A true New York fashion designer through and through, he was known for giving models from LA a hard time. He loved the fact that Los Angeles had the power and mystique that it wouldn't share, and at the same time, he hated that it had the lack of brains and authenticity that should've otherwise been present.

I didn't know how true that was, I hadn't ever had the opportunity to be able to find out. Until now.

Mine and Connor's suitcases were wheeled in behind and past us by two of the staff Colson employed in his mansion, two dark skinned men with hard faces and tall physiques-though not taller than Colson's own. They were both suited, and took charge of the suitcases with ease and swift efficiency as Colson walked us inside the mansion, slowly showing us around.

Then Connor broke free of my hand holding his as he suddenly ran happily over into a different direction, taking an elegant marble staircase hidden in the grand foyer to a side, twisting up like a vine towards a gleaming upper floor.