Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

As we rounded the corner I had a feeling we had a matter of minutes before we had to get out fast and run inside, no doubt that some people had thought ahead and had already gone to the back entrance.

Mike hushed his voice, concentrating more on where we were, "Okay, here's the deal, Ray's gonna get out of the car, there will be guards holding back any paparazzi, when Ray opens the door, I'll get out first, you hurry and get out, take my hand, cover your face and keep your head down, we are gonna have to run into the hotel, I drag you behind me so that you don't get lost okay?"

I nodded, I guess I really didn't know what to expect.

I felt the limo slow to a halt, "Come over here." Mike gestured to the door next to him, "Stay close, I don't want you getting hurt."

Ray slid the slider down, "All systems go?" He asked.

Mike nodded and Ray climbed out of the car, in the split second that his door was open I heard loud shouting coming from outside.

Mike's door was opened by Ray, "Come on!" Hissed Mike, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the car with him, "Head down." He whispered.

I did as I was told, I gripped Mikey's hand tight as we began to rush inside.
On each side were tens of people being held back by guards, most of them with cameras that flashed away in our faces, the sound of pleas were deafening.

Shouting, screaming and crying. All quite frightening, books and pens being held out for autographs, I knew Mike was reluctant but he had to ignore their requests for the time being.

I was trampled, barged and grabbed at by people with cameras as Mike dragged me past them in lightening speed.

I found it particularly scary.

Thankfully though, Mike had gotten me through the wall of people and the back door was locked tight behind us.