Everything After (3) *editing in progress*

Chapter 6: I've Got You

Jesy's POV
A ringtone broke into my peaceful dreams, my hands couldn't close around the flower before it blew up in my face and I was bloody falling. I guess I must have rolled off the couch, since when I glanced down, I was sitting on my bum on the carpet right by the couch. Leigh was still sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed. She curled up and hugged a pillow tightly to her chest, exhaling deeply. What a precious angel. Bless her heart she was adorable. The phone still kept ringing, annoying me even more-must be management. I sighed, yawning before picking up the phone and answered without looking at the screen.

"Hello, Annecka?"

Silence and a deep crackle was all I heard. My heart skipped a beat at this. "We'll be back to finish what we started. Jessica Nelson." The voice crackled. "Finish what-? Who is this?! I specifically told the line to block any telemarketing calls." Whoever it was sounded like fucking darth vader and that was not good.

"Have a nice day." The person answered; the line going dead straight after.

I looked at the number. Unknown. Just great.

I could feel the nerves starting to swirl in my gut; slowly starting to turn my belly into a smoothie of what the actual fuck is going on. Something I'd rather not have. I'm so sure it's not Connor, it just can't be. He probably wouldn't dare to do something this big, right? He disappeared completely ever since...he was already in prison, they caught him trying to get back to England. He wouldn't risk it. Not like that.
There was no way he was bright enough to orchestrate anything with the way he couldn't handle us in New York. Surely he was at least a little smarter than that (maybe you never know). This didn't make me feel better at all, because now Connor was going to slowly fade away into the back; practically be harmless-because someone else is behind it. Someone else has been behind this the whole time. My mind was completely muddled.

This wasn't finished, that was just the start. Fuck. We do have something to deal with, especially now that we're back in the public. And that's exactly what gave them advantage: us in the open.

I felt like screaming, or turning over some furniture. As I stood I also happened to glance back down on Leigh-Anne, seeing my girlfriend sleeping peacefully. I couldn't find it in my heart to disrupt her from resting. I was glad I didn't either, because some of the things we had in here were actually a bit expensive.
As Leigh slept, my mind was on autopilot-moving past the extra office and up the stairs, to the bed. I finally just kicked the corner of the it as hard as I could. "What the bloody hell?!" I snapped, feeling tears prick my eyes. Why can't we be left alone, that's all we need. To be able to continue working on our careers, on music, the thing we love. Hours could have passed as I sat on the edge of the bed, just trying to stay calm and avoid thinking about it.
Let it go. Shove it away and lock it up where you won't remember.
Not today at least.

"Hey bab-Jes? Everything alright?" Leigh-Anne hurried over to my side after seeing me. "I don't know Leigh. I'm sorry, I wanted you to get some sleep." That was the truth. Because I really didn't know. "Jes, please tell me? I'm worried." Leigh was trying to put the pieces together, her gears were turning; but she didn't need to at the moment. "Later okay? I'm just, not ready to say it out loud. We are fine, but...there's something else, is all." I shook my head, accepting her taking my hand to comfort me. "If I can do anything to help love, I'm always here." She said after a moment, squeezing my hand. "Of course, let's spend the day here? I'd like that." I smiled; this is why I love her-well, part of the reason why. Silently though, I'm dreading the day I have to spill the beans to her. We just thought we recovered from that bloody hell.