The Husband Games: 5SOS Edition

Chapter 40 - Carry On, Let The Good Times Roll

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Chapter 40.

"So, honey, what is your name?" She croons.

She tilts the microphone so I can speak into it.

"Jayson, Jayson Beres."

"What a lovely name, and I can see you are using the whole volunteer thing to your advantage!" She adds.

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"Well don't you look stunning tonight!" Caesar comments as he takes my hand, "Jayson Beres', everyone! From District R!"

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"And now it's my pleasure to welcome to the stage, our favourite girl next door from District R! Please put your hands together from Jayson Beres!"

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Fangirl.

Tribute.

Love interest.

Rebel.

I've been them all.

I've played all the parts, perfectly filling each of these roles.

I feel like I've become an actress, each personality taking on a new look, a new face, a new hairstyle, a new personality.

I've been shaped and spat out so many times over the past few months I've forgotten who I really am.

And now I can see her again.

The girl I used to be.

With my dirty pink hair, my light eyes, and my pale skin.

I've been tanned and dyed and caked in makeup ever since I volunteered as a Tribute. But now, when I face Frost again, I'll face him as a broken woman.

Bruised, sunken, sallow, weak...Free of all the adornments I've been covered in.

When I came to, I was surprised to see I wasn't dead, but instead trapped. Right in the heart of Frost's lair, in his mansion.

Soon I will stand before him. But it won't be in victory, it will be in defeat.

Dale and Luke got out safely, I know that. The rest of my friends are all fine.

I'm finally going to take the blame for all of the pain I've caused.

But when I fall, I hope the rebellion doesn't.

If I go down, I want to go down with a purpose, a final message to Frost. You can't put a stop to what I've begun.

I may be broken, but the rebellion isn't.

It will be stronger than ever. I'm sure of it.

"Oh, Jayson."

I get up off the plush double bed I've been sitting on and turn towards the door of the room I've been trapped in for the past few days.

Everything has been radio silence for me, I don't know what's happened to anyone, I've been isolated from the outside world. Trapped in this bedroom, alone with my thoughts, my own company.

I almost faint when I see the person standing in the doorway.

With her hair freshly dyed in a galaxy ombre, dressed in a sparkly black and gold pantsuit with stilettos strapped to her feet, the person who I'm faced with, is Steffie.