Stolen · An Emblem3 FanFic

Chapter Nineteen || Here We Go Again.

I blushed for what seemed like the thousandth time today. The light turned green and Keaton looked back at the road and continued to drive.

The whole ride back we sang and talked about our past lives. Today couldn't have been any better.

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   We got out of the car and walked hand in hand to the RV. Keaton opened the door and gestured for me to go first. When we got inside, we were greeting with suspicious smiles. Wesley was the first to talk.

    "So, how was your guys' day?" he winked at both me and Keaton. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red.

   Thank God Keaton took control of this conversation because I don't know if I would be able to function properly. Today has been so perfectly perfect and I cant seem to get that through my head.

    Keaton smiled, "It was a good day." He looked down at me and a huge smile came across both our faces.

   "Yeah, it was great," I agreed. Wes and Drew had a look on their faces like they knew what happened. They both looked at each other and mentally decided that at the same time they were going to stand up and form a big group hug with me and Keats. We were like one happy family.

    One big happy family. It hit me like a train. The realization that I was going to leave one day and they would continue being popstars and I would live a lonely life. I know this will sound bad, but I don't want to go home; I don't want to go back to living with my depressed, disconnected mom who mopes around everyday and doesn't make her presence known. Over the past few weeks, my heart has slowly accepted my dad's death and I don't know if she'll ever get over it.

   In the midst if it all, I began to cry. I've been crying a lot lately and I'm not too fond of it. All eyes were on me now and I hated it.

    "Cat, are you alright?" Wes said concerned. I forced myself to stop crying and wipe my eyes. I nodded yes in response to Wes's concern.

   "Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about leaving you guys," I smiled painfully. Keaton could see I was still upset and put his arm around my shoulders.

   "Don't worry. Everything will turn out fine and if worst comes to worst then we'll visit you constantly," he smiled. Even Keats couldn't really cheer me up right then, but I faked a smile to make him feel better.

     All of a sudden, Wes's eyes opened wide and he ran to the back of the RV. Drew, Keaton and I all looked at each other confused.

    After a few seconds, Wes came rushing back with a magazine gripped in his hand. "Looky what I saw today," he excitedly said and held the magazine up in front of my face.

    In front of me were countless pictures of me and Wes rushing out of the mall the other day. One look at our faces was all it took to get me rolling on the floor laughing. Wes showed the other guys and they immediately started cracking up laughing along with me. We were all laughing so hard that we were crying and we couldn't stop. Our laughter lasted for a good five minutes.

    As our laughs calmed down, I said while gasping for air, "Okay, thank you for that, Wes. I can't believe I look like that." I walked over to Wes and gave him a hug.

    "So this is what you guys were talking about the other day?" Keaton asked. Wes and I both nodded.

    I looked back at Wes, "When did this come out?" He stood and thought about it for a few seconds.

    "Uh, I think it came out yesterday," he looked at me and smiled. I started to respond when our conversation was interupted by a knock at the door.

    We were all stunned by the knock. Drew pushed through me, Keaton and Wes and walked to the door.

    When he opened the door, his face was made of pure shock. I was worried and curious about who it was and why he was so shocked, so I walked over to him and asked, "Drew, who is-"

   I couldn't finish my question because there standing at the door was John. Oh. My. God. He was actually here. He found me. How?! How could he have possibly known I- The magazine. I was in the magazine with Wes. Crap.

   John smiled, "Hey, Catherine. Long time, no see." No one said anything. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" I can't believe he had the nerve to even speak to me.

    I was furious. In an instant, I jumped onto him, knocking him to the ground. He screamed. "I can't believe you have the nerve to be here, you waste of space!" I yelled in his face. My heart was pumping. John tried to push me off of him, but his effort was pointless. I started punching him nonstop. I hated this man and everything he'd done to me and everyone else.

   "Get off of me," he continued to yell. I was relentless. Then, I felt heavy hands grab me by the waist and try to yank me off John, but I had an iron grip on John and I was not going to let go.

    In between all the punching and screaming I heard Wes yelling, "Cat, just let go! Quit letting it get to you!" His words made me release John. One second I was belligerent and wild and the next I was calm and peaceful.

    He, I assumed it was Wes, finally succeed in getting me off John and whispered in my ear, "Deep breathes, just stay calm, please, Cat." I swear I probably looked insane, but I did exactly what he said. As I sat there, I looked at the bloody John and felt ashamed of myself for a slight second.

    Wes handed me off to Keaton, who carried me inside. He sat down still holding me. "It'll be alright, Cat," he quietly said. We sat there and he rubbed my hair. I could hear Wes and Drew outside.

    "Don't ever come back. Just leave her alone, please," Wes pleaded. I heard John snicker. There was silence for a few seconds.

    "Hey, Cat," John yelled loud enough for me to hear clearly. I froze, eyes wide opened. "Be prepared for next time. I'll see you later, love," John continued. I cringed and looked up at Keaton. He looked down at me.

    I'd been through so much, I couldn't handle all of it. The pressure was too much and I burst into tears for the second time in half an hour. Keaton pulled me into a hug. I put my face into his shoulder and just cried. I cried so hard that eventually I passed out. And I'm kind of thankful for that because I don't know if I was capable of taking anymore at that moment.