The Tour |Book Two|

Chapter Twenty Seven

Jessica's POV

I saw Luke's car pull up. My eyes filled up with tears. He jumped out of the car and ran to give me a hug. I fell into his arms. Luke lifted me up bridal style and put me into the car. I sat there doing nothing. He put my seatbelt on for me and closed the door, running to the drivers side. He got in and put his seatbelt on, grabbing my hand before driving off.

When we got back to the apartment he held the girls' hands walking behind me. When inside the apartment, I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes. Luke came over and sat on the couch next to me. He grabbed my hand and started rubbing his thumb in circles on my hand. I pulled my hand away and stood up, walking to my bedroom. I took off my shoes and laid down on the bed. Luke walked in a few seconds later.

"Jessica, you know you can ta-"

"Luke get out. I only bring danger to everyone around me. You aren't safe around me," I shouted. Luke flinched a little.

"Jess-"

"Luke, I don't want your stupid pity. It's my fault for dating that jerk in the first place."

"It's not yo-"

"LUKE, I SAID GET OUT." Luke's eyes became stormy and he walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

I had the desire to punch him in the face. I was mad at Kaitlyn for not being here, at my family for being dead, I was mad at everything.

Eventually I fell asleep.

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Kaitlyn's POV
(First night on honeymoon)

I was stood in Jessica's house. They were all gathered in the living room. I heard a bang by the door and I looked to see what it was. My fury bubbled within my chest as I saw Luca Wainwright walk into the house. He had a devilish grin playing on his lips. Everyone in the house was frightened. He pulled out a gun with a silencer on it. He shot them all, one by one. I stood in shock. I didn't know what to do with myself. I let out a loud, short squeak. Luca turned around and looked directly at me. He gave me a smile before pointing the gun at me.

I woke up to see Shawn laying there next to me, sleeping through my nightmare. I covered my mouth and tears rolled down my cheeks. Shawn turned around, squinting. He quickly turned around and his eyes widened.

"Honey, it was just a dream." He pulled me close and kissed my temple.

It must have been. None of the real dreams have had the person look at me.

But what if he wasn't looking at me?

What if he was looking at Jessica?

I thought back to the dream. I counted the people that were shot before the gun was pointed at me. There were only 7 people. I must've been in the eighth person's point of view.

"It's real, Shawn. I know it is. It has to be. I can sense it. There's no way it couldn't be." I let out a few sobs. Shawn muttered a 'Come here'. I turned around and buried my face in his chest.

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Jessica's POV

I laid in bed. I didn't move. And I didn't want to move. I had moved only to get through the necessary fundamentals of living, like eating, drinking water, going to the bathroom, and helping Luke with the twins when he needed it.