New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 96- Heating Up

Over the next few days, my mind runs a mile a minute. Addie's daughter is in the hospital with the flu, Darren still can't even move his left arm, Leslie thinks it's his fault and is all messed up, and I have to figure out more about this foul play.

I worry about Addie. She can't possibly be doing all of this alone. Sure she has Oak, but what are these kids going to do without a father?

I can't think straight during the matinee. I miss my cue several times by about a second. I mess up the follow.

Alex tells me after the show that it's ok. He tells me its stress from taking care of D. I nod and leave again for the day to check on him.

Millions of thoughts flood my brain.

Should I tell everyone?

Can Addie take more stress?

Is it a good idea to confront him?

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The streets of New York are eerily silent.

I walked carefully into the theater again. The same clicking noise was mocking me.

My entire left side becomes cold as I lean against the wall. Jon laughs and puts the pistol back.

I suck in a breath and jump from the wall.

"What the hell are you doing Jon?!" I shouted. He chuckled.

"Quite clever aren't we?" He sneered.

"Why did you do it?" Anger boiled in my stomach.

"Because I'm sick of being in the ensemble. I want to have a bigger part. Your husband is taking that from me."

I kept a hand on my phone.

"Just ask Lin for another part."

He laughed again, sending chills down my spine.

"Well I definitely won't be able to accomplish my goal with you knowing everything." He moves closer and closer.

I quickly turn on voice text.

"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone that you, Jon were the one that sabotaged the pistols."

I almost hit the send button when he ripped my phone from my hand.

He smirked and put it in his pocket.

"I've always liked you, Charlotte. I hate it has to go this way."

I back up a few more steps until I'm pressed against Addie's door.

He lunges at me. Before I know it I'm up against the wall with his forearm blocking my airway.

I kick at him, but he's too far away. I'm so far gone, it only takes him one blow to knock me clean out.