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I can't sleep without Chris. I'm worried about him after the events of the past couple of days. I lay awake hoping he's not out there talking to the guys, letting them fill his head with lies and conspiracies about me. It's Lee, I know he's mad at Izzy so I don't want him convincing Chris that he should also be upset with me when we just squashed everything.

I texted Chris but he never replied. It's been hours, I'm getting anxious.

"Duke! Stevie!" I shout for my dogs to come lay with me for support.

When they don't come right away, I go downstairs to see if Izzy and Lee know where they are.

As I track towards the guest room door, I start to hear loud moaning.

"O-kay." I pop my lips. Guess they made up.

I turn on my heels to go the opposite direction.

Seeing how late it is, I go back to bed. Chris said not to wait up for him, but I did, now I'm tired and don't think I can wait any longer.

1:24 AM

The sound of barking wakes me up.

I immediately rise from the bed, knowing it's Chris, and am comforted by the fact that the dogs are back.

Wiping the corner of my eyes, I sit in bed and wait for him to join me in bed.

Eventually, he enters our bedroom, and I'm happy to see him.

"Hey, baby—" I start to greet him but get cut off.

"Pack your shit honey, we're leaving." Chris abruptly says, barreling through the bedroom.

I watch him walk past the tv screen, back and forth.

He rummages through his closet and apparently begins to pack his stuff.

"Why are we leaving? Where are we going to go,  Chris?" I ask him frantically.

Chris limps toward the edge of the bed and pushes out a burdened sigh.

"The Illuminati is out to get me, yada yada yada." His wrist rolls as he talks.

I furrow my eyebrows and stand there, completely muddled.

Realizing he must be joking, I relax my facial expression along with my posture and laugh.

Chris doesn't look amused, though, and that worries me.

In all seriousness, he says, "They're out to get us."

"Who's they? Ben?" I gasp. The realization makes my heart stop.

Chris tilts his head and stares at me with a bored look. "Why would Ben be out to get us?" He emphasizes his name like the idea of him alone is a joke not to be taken seriously.

I hunch my shoulders. "He told me to be careful," I tell Chris.

Chris pauses and cocks his neck back. "I will beat the fuck out of him— When was this?"

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