Not My Life to Lead (A Freddie Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Part 9 - They Found Me

My hotel room was nothing special...

Layers of dust that fell through the air, covered the creaky wooden floors. The walls, lathered with fresh white paint, were as thin as paper, and they shook as the night stormed violently.

I lay in my bed on my laptop attempting to buy a plane ticket, but I was having no luck trying to leave this dump.

My head was spinning out of complete and utter exhaustion but I couldn't let that distract me, I had to get out of LA before my family realized I had gone missing. I couldn't let that happen.

The closest plane was in about a month, I couldn't wait that long. I had taken my mom's credit card to pay the expenses of this trip because I had no other options, so I had all the money I needed to go wherever I wanted, but how could I do that when all the flights were canceled?

I shut my laptop and closed my eyes as I rested my head on my pillow.

I was going to leave this hotel the next night and finally I'd get what I wanted, no paparazzi, no family and best of all- no rules.

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I stumbled down the streets of Los Angeles saying my goodbyes to this beautiful yet wretched and horrible place where I grew up. The breeze whipped through my hair and rain drizzled onto my hoodie as I watched my feet pave out a path to my destination, the nearest car hire.

When I began to get tired of walking I paused my journey, dumping my guitar and my backpack on the sidewalk and resting my body against the wall of an old antique shop.

My mind wandered while my eyes traveled the streets of what I once thought to be home. I crossed my arms and held them to my chest as the sky roared above me, probably indicating I should go back home, where I would be out of dangers way. But I disagreed. The sooner I left the better it was for everyone, even for me.

I remained there relieved all my worries were behind me.

Or so I thought, until, I saw them.

Across the road there were five men, camouflaged against the dark sky, standing together as if they were expecting something, or someone.

Someone famous, someone who would sell magazines, articles... Someone like me.

The paparazzi, they had found me.

"Shit!" I cursed.

I dug my nails into the bitter gravel sidewalk and launched myself up. How does this always happen to me? All the hope I once had, left me in an instant, when reality hit me like a truck and I realized I was probably never going to be able to leave, but I had to try.

I had a moment of panic, not knowing what to do, or where to go. Until I noticed a desolate alley a few steps away. I could just hide in there until the paparazzi were gone and they wouldn't even notice.

I stumbled down the alley and froze when a pair of icy hands grasped me around the neck...

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