Kian's POV:
Chey cannot upload that.
She cant.
I won't let her. She needs her family. She isn't cutting them off for me.
I change quickly, and call an Uber. I turn on Find I phone and look for Cheys.
She is at the mall. Which means she is either shopping, or using a stores WiFi to upload.
Let's hope and pray it is the first.
I pay the Uber driver, and jump out. I run through the doors, and see Chey.
Is that Logan Paul?
Dang, small world man.
I run over, and hug Chey from the back and whisper to her, "I need to talk you. Now."
She looks at me with concern, and then back at Logan. "We've gotta go, but we can definitely talk later! Here, lemme get your number!" Chey says cheerily to Logan. He smiles, and they exchange.
"It was great to see you man!" Logan says, and shakes my hand.
"You too man, let's meet up soon."
"Definitely. It was so nice to meet you!" He says to Chey. She smiles, and waves. "You too!"
I grab Cheys hand, and lead her over to Pollo Tropical. "Babe, I'm not hungry." Chey says. "Well, I am. And we need to talk. Just order something."
I order a Tropi Chop with white rice, chicken, tomatoes, and peppers. Chey gets a Ceasar wrap.
We sit, and I grab her hands from across the table. "Kian, what is going on?"
I take a deep breath.
"I was going to use your camera to film, and when I turned it on I saw your new stuff, and Chey I-"
She cuts me off.
"Kian. I'm uploading it. You're not going to stop me. You don't get it, if I don't we-"
"Cheyenne! No one can keep us apart! Nothing is wrong!"
"Kian! My dad said over the phone once I get home, I'm not allowed to see you anymore! I'm going to let him take away my happiness!"
I see tears start to build up in her eyes.
"Babe, we can work this ou-"
"Kian. We cant. I'm sorry. If you didn't want me in your life anymore you could have told me." Chey spits, and gets up.
"Cheyenne, wait!" I yell, and get up.
She walks away, super pissed off.
Chey's POV:
Kian just cut a string in my heart.
I stand up, and walk away. Quickly.
He keeps yelling for me, and I just try to block him out. I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and I turn around.
"Chey, please let me-"
I cut him off. Like usual.
"NO." I say angrily. "If you didn't want to be with me anymore, you should have said so! I can't believe you want us to broken apart by my dad! You said FORVER Kian! FOREVER." I snap.
I've snapped. Again.
This happens every time I have something great.
One little thing causes it to fall apart.
Inside it feels like....like.... I can't even describe it. It's that feeling when everything you've known has disappeared, and you're alone in a vast of black.
I'm think I'm going hysterical.
I run my hands through my hair, and sigh. I roll my eyes, and I'm about to lose it.
"You know what. Fuck you Kian. Fuck you." I growl, and run away.
I run, and run and run. Oh how I wish I had a car right now.
It's now 11:17, and I'm scared. I have no clue of where I am, or who is around. It's pitch black. My phone is on 35%.
With no service.
Fan fucking tastic.
I take a deep breath.
You've got this Cheyenne. It's just a dark city. What's the worst that could happen? You get shot? Kidnapped? Raped? Mugged?
Now I'm just scaring my self.
I can't call Kian.
Or Jc.
Everyone else is back home.
Shit.
Hannah and Trevor are on a plane.
I keep walking, and it feels like someone is following me.
I start to run, and I hear footsteps behind me. My heart starts beating quickly, and it's getting hard to breath.
I hear a shot, and next thing I know I black out.
