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a drive from Dallas, Texas to Sacramento, California was definitely a trip that I was not prepared for.

Billie Joe had attempted to make conversation over the long distance, but I was lost in my own head.

the only words I said the entire car ride was "i need a cigarette." or "i need to pee. stop and let me pee."

I was told repeatedly that we were not allowed to stop and there was a time frame that we had to make. fortunately, Billie gave me a pack of smokes and allowed me to smoke in the backseat of the very luxurious SUV.

eventually after continous hours on the road, i was eager to get out and stretch. i was craving the outside world.

"Billie, please just let me get out and walk around for a bit. my legs are so cramped." i begged him to let me out.

"Evelynn, im afraid that i can't. i have to be there. and no one can see you."

"why can't anyone see me? oh god.. im not all over the news as a missing person, am i?" i said, with shock in my voice.

"no, you're not. in fact, i havent seen or heard of you on the news or anyone looking for you." he said, in a very soothing and calming manner. "lets just say that the business i have in California is not good business. if i get caught, i dont want you taken down with me. thats why no one must know your name, and no one must see you with me besides the meeting."

"if you care so much about what happens to me, then why the fuck did you take me?" snapping at him felt so wrong, but so good. it needed to be said.

"Evelynn, dont pretend like you were taken from a good, loving home. you know you're better off with me." he said, which instantly made my heart sink.

he was right. my home was awful, and i am grateful to be out of there. but this was not how i was picturing me leaving.

"i mean, come on. the brusies, the scars, the deep cuts all over your body. its obvious that you werent in a safe enviornment."

"who do you think you are? a savior? " i snapped back, with angry filling my blood as i stared at him in disbelief.

he looked at me with shock in his eyes. like someone has never talked back to him.

the shock in his eyes, put fear in mine. i could get some sort of punishment for lashing at him.

but at the same time, i dont care. i dont care what happens to me anymore.

after all, he deserves it. i meant everything i said. and he deserves to feel that guilt. he deserves that disrepect.

his 'team' he likes to call it, drugged me and threw me in a fucking van. i think i deserve to be angry.

no, i deserve to be fucking livid. im allowed to be livid.

"Evelynn, just listen to me. im not going to hurt you. you dont need to be afraid of me. im not some monster like you think i am. my intention is not to keep you inslaved and only use you when i feel like i need to get my dick wet. you're safe with me.."

when he said that, you could hear the remorse in his soft tone. i could tell he felt guilty by the way he looked down at his feet, instead of looking me in the eye.

i dont know why, but after that was said i felt relief wash over my entire body. i almost felt safe.

another hour in this deathtrap that is called a car goes by, and suddenly im pulled out of my thoughts by Billie Joe's words.

"look, were almost there. there is some things we need to go over before we enter the warehouse.

when we go inside, you are not to speak to anyone but me. you stay by my side, and dont leave no matter the circumstances. dont take off these sunglasses." he said, interupting himself as he handed me a pair of big, black sunglasses that said the word "VERSACSE" on the frames.


"i will do all the talking. as far as everyone else knows, your name is Noelle and you're my wife. i will answer all the questions. i will handle everything. do not open your mouth. got it?"

"yeah." i said quickly and confused, but i didnt even bother to ask.

all i did was put on the glasses, and rehearse everthing he said, but in my head.

"oh, and here." he said, before handing me a black Chanel handbag.

"whats this for?" i took the hangbag from his hand, and set it in my lap. i guess he wants to look like a millionaire with all of these designer accessories.

"inside there is a hand gun. its only to be used if someone else pulls out a firearm and opens rounds on us. my entire team has one. i have one, and you have one."

i looked inside to see a black gun, with multiple rounds of ammo next to it. i know how to shoot a gun, so im not as scared as i should be.

but the fact that he wants us all to be armed, is quite nervewracking.

eventually we pulled into a driveway with a locked gate in the front. the driver punched in a code and we were granted access to the property.

we drove about a mile before we approached a big white building. i instantly got a bad feeling. i didnt want to be here another second.

"remember what i told you?'

i nodded my head, because i felt like i couldnt talk. i couldnt breathe. panic just swarmed over me.

"alright. lets get this shit done."


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i am so so so thankful for everyone leaving me support during this very difficult time in my life. thank you all so much for being patient with me, and for reading my bullshit stories. much love. <3

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