𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈.

( gif by hazzawckd <3 )

He is unbelievable, and there is no changing his ways. The hard part is I knew he wasn't going to change, but I took a last minute chance on him. But now this was taking it too far, to put my face on a sheet that looks like I was dead and tied up for his pleasure was the end of it.

I didn't say a single thing to him when he came back out of his room to explain it wasn't him that did that, I didn't say a single thing to him when all he wanted to do was intimidate me, scare me and show me who the big boss is. I knew it, I don't need a reminder now.

I hurried back to the hotel after hailing a cab instead, the risk of seeing him was far too alarming and I couldn't/wouldn't want a run in with him. It was weird, although him trying to plead with me that creepy looking dead body in a sheet was not his doing, it still didn't make me feel better because why was it in there.

I knew this tour was going to be hell, that working alongside a group that is notorious for being who they are. I can't believe he'd call me into his dressing room with lies just to put me in a situation where I felt threatened. I have never met someone like him before, a complete psychopath.

I felt like I couldn't get out of there fast enough and before I knew it I was rushing inside the hotel with my room key present in my hand and slamming my fingers on the button. Inside, deep breath with an exhale with a repetition over and over until the elevator dinged and I was running, no sprinting, down the hall to my room.

When I got inside the only thing I really could do, get ready for bed. It was nearing midnight and tomorrow I get to sleep in and enjoy a surprise free day that all of us got for a good first night.

I needed to sleep today off, today was not only the worst and most embarrassing day of my life, but the drama and nerves had me on the edge of my feet. Running into Hobie, getting embarrassed by Hobie, no one wearing my outfits after all the hard work I put in and that stupid design that was supposed to look like me dead.

I showered the sweat off myself, sweat from the arena and the nerves, it was nice to use the expensive shower to wash away today's mess. Tomorrow would be a new day, a brand new day to start over and hopefully put it all behind me.

After my shower I got into my pyjama shorts and an oversized shirt that used to belong to Shawn. It's kinda messed up to be wearing someone who was technically your ex but not really shirt, he never asked for it back and I never planned on giving it back. Especially not during a day like this, I needed some home vibes. I needed a reminder as to why I am here.

I started to feel my eyes drop after my twenty minute skin care routine, my hair wrapped and put neatly in my bonnet and my teeth brushed, plushing all thoughts of today in the back of my mind. My body was physically hurting all over from exhaustion, mostly around my temples. I was lazily applying eye cream under my eyes, shutting them and just excited to sleep with my butt leaning against the counter and my front facing the door.