Australian Heat (Mature)

November 8th - 10th, 2015

Sitting straight up in bed, Lindsey held on to his head, looking around at his surroundings. There sat Brett staring over him on the other side of the bed, he didn't remember a thing. Not one thing.

"Oh my God, what happened to me...?" asked Lindsey as he fell back in to the bed, eyes shut, the light effecting his vision. "Stevie..." he opened his eyes back up as he shot up out of bed, groaning as he reached for his phone and seeing not one message.

"Sit down, Lindsey," said Brett.

"What? What's going on? Is Stevie okay?" asked Lindsey, panicking. "I didn't think I'd stay out like that, oh God..." rushing towards the bathroom as he got sick.

Brett went to check on Lindsey, grabbing him some water, tapping him on the shoulder as he hung over the toilet. "You have bigger issues than that, man."

Downing the water, Lindsey sat up against the tub, "What do you mean? What the fvck is that supposed to mean?"

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

"All I remember is feeling so tired after that shot with Chris, he took me outside, then I passed out..."

"Yeah, that's the parts that were pretty innocent on your end..."

"Dammit, what does that even mean?!" Lindsey asked, holding up his hand.

Brett went to grab his phone, showing him the photo that was circling around. "This..."

There, Lindsey saw himself laying down on a bench, arms over his head while a woman he's never even seen in his life straddled him. "What..." rubbing his eyes, "...is this some kind of JOKE?!" getting up from the floor. "What is this, BRETT?!"

"I don't know, we went looking for you after Chris took you outside to get supposed fresh air! I found you on that same bench knocked out! I just thought you passed out and I helped you get back here!"

"That mother fvcker," Lindsey whispering to himself as he began to rush out of the room, desperately getting the energy to reach Stevie's room. He pounded on her door over and over again and someone he didn't even recognize opened. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room..." he said as he peered at the older gentleman, clearly irritated with him.

As the older man closed the door in his face, he saw that it was indeed Stevie's room! She checked out! "No, no..." Lindsey repeated as he struggled for his phone, shaking and pressing down on Stevie's number. It rang and rang, going straight to voicemail, hanging up then trying again but getting voicemail immediately after he continued to call. "Baby..." he cried as he tried catching his breath, "...I don't know if you got that new photo but I didn't know anything about it. Baby, you have to believe me, I would never do that to you! God, Steph, please! You know me better than anyone and I am so sorry...I was not myself, you have to let me explain to you! Where are you? You're not in your room! Don't do this to me..." then the message cut off, him taking so much time to get out those words that he couldn't even finish the message. His hand went straight in to the wall, shaking it as he realized then that was a pretty stupid thing to do!

Pacing, Lindsey realized he must look like a complete fool on the cameras, heading back to Brett's room as he called Christopher, of course him not answering either as Lindsey left a nasty message. "You sick son of a bitch! You are a sick son of a BITCH! Who do you think you are to go around and ruin people's lives, huh?! I'm on to you. I am ON TO YOU!" hanging up then throwing his phone across the room, Brett staring in horror as he went to retrieve Lindsey's phone and place it down on the nightstand. "It's him..." said Lindsey, sitting down on the end of the bed, head in his hands. "He's the one that sent all those photos of Stevie and I and now he's circulating that new one you just showed me minutes ago..."