Trouble in Paradise. (Sequel to A Fresh Start, Janoskians Fan Fiction) COMPLETED!

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter thirteen.

Roses POV.

The worst had happened. I sat in my car just staring at my phone. Rereading the text over and over. I looked at each word. Trying to see a flaw init. Maybe I had misread it. But plain as hell they meant every word.

Received: 18:42

From: Unknown

I'm going after them one by one. You'll have no one left. Then I'll come for you.

My worst fear became a reality. My family, my friends, everyone I knew was in danger. I didn't even know what I did wrong to this person, why did they hate me so much? What were they planning? Why torture me so? Why? Why? WHY? I punched the steering wheel and automatically regretted it. My knuckles started to swell immediately, they were slightly cut and a little blood oozed out. I got out the car and walked up my drive. I opened the door and was greeted by Beau.

"Hey babe! I thought you went food shopping?" He asked. Oh crap I forgot I just drove around trying to clear my head. Even after Beau had my number changed 2 weeks ago the texts kept coming. It only took them 2 days to get hold of my new number. I was pulled from my thoughts by Beau waving in front of my face. "You alright babe?"

"Yeah, sorry zoned out. What did you say?"

"The shopping?"

"Sorry I forgot."

"Okay..." He said looking at me strangely. "You sure your alright?"

"Yeah just been a long day." I smiled weakly but it didn't touch my eyes. I walked upstairs and into the bathroom to tend to my hand.

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Beaus POV.

"Skip! Seriously do not vomit in my house!" I said to him as we all collapsed on our sofas. We had just filmed a daresundays video but like always we were left feeling unbelievably sick. All the boys had come back to ours. We were going to have a movie night in. Oscar was with mum and Rose was in the kitchen chatting to Rachel. Jai had been depressed all day as Ariana when back to America yesterday. I feel bad for them. They really are in love but just live so far away from each other and neither are in a position where moving countries is a good idea. As James turned on the telly I sat back fighting the urge to vomit. Rose walked in with Rachel. She plonked herself down in between me and skip while Rachel went to sit between James and Luke. We decided to watch Saw 1 as it was still daylight so Daniel wouldn't get to freaked out. He's such a little bitch. Half way through Roses phone rang. She picked up but she automatically tensed up. Something was wrong.

Roses POV.

I was happily enjoying hiding my eyes from the film by digging my face into Beaus chest when my phone started ringing. Caller ID didn't recognise it, but as soon as I picked up I did.

"Hello Rose, pretend I'm your brother." He ordered me.

"Oh hey Mark, what's up?" I said as I felt my stomach churn from fear.

"Cute Rose! Now excuse yourself from your little movie night so we can talk properly. Do it or I'll hurt them." He said with his menacing voice.

"Excuse me guys, brother wants a catch up!" I said to the guys as they nodded and I walked into the garden.

"Peter? What do you want?" I said as soon as I was out the house.

"Well I told you I was gonna go after your family and friends one by one but I thought I'd offer you another way out." Holy fuck!

"It's you? You've been sending me the messages?" I ask, my confidence fading and being replaced with sheer fear.

"Of course it was me! You ruined my life bitch! Now tell everyone your going to pop to the shops and get in your car. Drive to the end of the street and wait for further instructions. And don't you dare tell anyone about this. Or I'll drive round to Ginas myself and make sure you never see Oscar again!" And with that he hung up. My hands were shaking. It was Peter. The boys old manager. He's been doing all this. And now he's threatening to hurt my son. I have to go along with it. I tried to compose myself as much as possible so the others won't be suspicious. Especially Beau he's been really protective recently. Taking one last deep breath I patted down my hands on my jeans to hide their clamminess.