Privacy [completed]

THIRTY-SIX| hatred is love?

"This isn't a coincidence," said Chloe, her eyes wide.

"I'm going home," I mumbled.

"What!?" Chloe yelled. "You can't leave! We have to find out what happened to Nita!"

"I want to just get away from all of this," I frowned.

"Harry, tell her she's being ridiculous," Chloe said.

"You're being ridiculous," said Harry.

"Don't you always agree with Chloe?" I frowned.

"He's not picking sides idiot, don't be ridiculous!" Chloe yelled.

I frowned.

"Don't be stupid," Chloe groaned.

"I'm not picking sides," Harry said.

I kept my head down. They always ganged up on me.

"Shut up and let's go see Megan. Maybe she's awake," said Chloe.

"She's not, the doctor would've said so," I mumbled.

"Well let's go to the hospital anyways. We need to make sure everyone's safe," said Harry.

"Your safety is the most important," I spoke. He's a celebrity. His death is more important than ours.

"And leave you two alone to get killed? Absolutely not!" Harry yelled.

"No one was killed," I groaned.

"Not yet!" Chloe yelled.

"Trent, tell Harry he needs to go," I frowned.

"I'm his bodyguard, I'll protect him," he said.

"Well since everyone's against me," I shrugged. "I don't care what we do."

We all looked at each other not knowing what to do. I groaned and put my hands on my hips. I wish I was here alone.

"I got a background check on Scott," said Trent.

He was typing away and clicking vigorously at the computer. We stood around Trent and read. Scott Pope is sixty-seven years old. He was born in LA, California where he still currently works as an insider for PRIVACY. Nearly twenty years ago, he worked as a famous photographer around America, specifically Colorado where he stayed most of the time.

"He killed Nita and tried to kill Megan," said Chloe.

"We can't be so sure," said Harry.

"Yes we can," Chloe said. "That man is crazy!"

"That man hasn't done anything," I grumbled.

"Why are you protecting him?" Harry asked.

I walked out of the room and dialed my moms number. I missed her so much. She's always been so protective of me and I needed that right now. I just needed to hear her calming voice. She answered on the third ring.

"Mom," I said.

"Where are you, sweetie?" She asked frantically. "Are you alright?!"

"I'm in South Carolina with Harry and Chloe," I grumbled.

"Please come home safely! I know you're probably really anxious right now!" She spoke. "Remember what your psychiatrist said about panicking and whatnot!"

"What's that noise in the background?" I asked her.

"If this is Chloe's idea of a prank, it is a very excruciating one! Chloe should be ashamed!" Mom yelled.