𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈.

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Authors note: You all will see a part in here that says [blank] body. Reason for that is I realized I have a lot of readers who have different body types, and as an author who is on the heavier side I didn't feel comfortable saying "toned" "curvy" "thick" because I know a lot of my readers may not have resonate with that and that is okay. So I left that blank word in for you all to put whatever body type you want/have/desire.  In the future, I will start doing that if I end up having to write about it in that way, but I love all body types and just didn't know what exactly to put because i didn't want anyone to feel left out. ):

The one thing that was really stopping me from getting out of this tight situation was I had no evidence. Evidence– I needed evidence.

I couldn't physically stop Hobie from hurting people, I was obviously no match for him in that category. I don't even know completely what he does and I'm sure I was no competitor to get between it. Besides, as much as I hate it, I had to keep my mouth shut so he wouldn't suspect my real intentions.

All I had was my scissors and my courage.

I had to gather enough evidence against him that will land him straight in prison with no chance of parole. I need to make the evidence seal proof so there was no way he could escape court, not even the best lawyers could get him out if I found the right evidence. Because if I really go through with turning him in but he wins, I might as well change my name and run away to another country because I'll be a dead woman.

But if I get him in jail, I'm a free woman.

Although the minute I start doing this, there is no going back. I want to think it would just be easier to listen to him and go on with my life, but I wasn't some bitch would bow down to a man just because he told me to do something. It's never that easy with him, if I keep going down this path then I'll end up in a much worse situation and never escape this endless cycle.

So now here I was sitting backstage in my dressing room, a measuring tape around my neck and my scissors in my hand as I opened and closed them in deep thought, I had five minutes before the concert was to begin.

We ended up just making it to the sound check, a long silent drive for the two of us. Whenever Hobie spoke I tuned him out or just gave a simple 'Okay.' "Yeah.' or "Really?"

We managed to make it to soundcheck. I stayed in my designated place and did altercations on their outfits when needed, Rico was the only one who kept her outfit neat whilst the others couldn't keep a stain off of it if their life depended on it. I did what I was supposed to, stayed out of his way and didn't touch his outfit unless he came to me specifically.

Now here I was, hearing the roaring crowd cheer while they waited for the band to perform for the next tour hours. I was in my dressing room, sitting on the leather couch with my hands in my lap and my leg jittering from nerves.