after the split of the girl group, "aubrey's angels," rising star karianah hayes is thrust into the spotlight, navigating the challenges of becoming a solo artist. with tensions high and old friendships crumbling, karianah's world is turned upside d...
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karianah hayes.
I can feel the weight of the last week pressing down on me like a suffocating fog. Richard is still in jail, waiting for his trial, and everything about his wife's death feels unclear, like we're all missing some crucial piece of the puzzle. I can't shake the sense that there's more to this than anyone realizes. Jordan and I, we've been trying to deal with our own problems on top of it all—mainly the threats that keep coming.
That damn unknown number hasn't stopped. After the last message, Jordan and I finally went to the police. We thought they would help, that maybe they'd take this seriously and at least give us some peace of mind. But as soon as we stepped into that precinct, I should've known it was a waste of time.
last week...
Jordan and I practically ran into the police station, both of us on edge. I remember clutching my phone so tightly in my hand, my palms sweaty, my nerves shot. Jordan stayed close, his arm around me like he was shielding me from something invisible but dangerous.
When we explained everything to the officer, I showed him the texts—the ones that kept threatening me. I showed them the picture someone left on our doorstep. I could feel my voice trembling, but I didn't care. I had to make them understand this wasn't just some random prank. We were being watched. Stalked.
But instead of concern, the officers exchanged this smug, amused look that immediately made me feel small. The one in charge leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and smirked. "Texts from a fangirl, huh? You're a celebrity, Ms. Hayes. Happens all the time. Doesn't sound like much of a threat."
I couldn't believe it. Jordan's jaw clenched so tight I thought he was going to snap. "You think this shit is funny? Someone's stalking us, threatening her—and you're just brushing it off?"
The officer shrugged. "People get weird. What do you expect, being in the public eye? It's probably nothing serious. A fan got a little too attached." Then he had the nerve to grin and ask, "But hey, I got kids. They're big fans. Think you could sign something for them? A jersey or something, maybe?"
I just stared, completely speechless. All of the fear I'd been carrying for days suddenly felt like a joke to them. Jordan didn't say another word. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of there. "Come on," he muttered, and I could hear the anger in his voice. "We're done here."
When we got outside, I was frustrated beyond belief. They didn't believe me. They treated my fear like it was nothing.
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After that ridiculous encounter, we knew we couldn't rely on the police, so we decided to take matters into our own hands. We installed a Ring camera and a full security system for the house. I still wasn't sleeping great, but at least I felt a little safer.
