That Summer

The Enemy

*Warning
This chapter contains physical violence and graphic violence. If you are uncomfortable with this, feel free to skip that part.*

(2 months later)

The tour had been pretty successful since we started. Although, Whitney was getting harder on us and got really frustrated when something didn't go right, especially me. The only thing that was keeping me sane was Gary and the many calls from Michael. When I was down, Gary was there for me and would cheer me up by making jokes or taking me out to the cities we stopped in. It was nice to have someone that you didn't know care that much for you. In my opinion, I get that Gary's job was harder than mine since he has to do vocals and make sure that he is on the right key when she sings. I was curious to know why she wasn't as hard on him as she is the rest of us. But I guess it's because he doesn't ever mess up. As I was looking through some of the songs and thinking about what I could do for some of the routines before leaving for Murfeesboro, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"What's up girl?" I laughed at his cheesiness.

"You know I'm working right?" I said.

"And?" I rolled my eyes as I turned around and stared back at him.

"And if I don't get this done then Whitney will chew my ass for not getting what she asked done." Gary shrugged his shoulders.

"She'll get over it. Anyway do you wanna head out into town and get something to eat? Maybe it'll take your mind off of all of this stress." He offered.

"That's very sweet of you, but I can't." I laid back on the couch and sighed heavily.

"Come on, it'll do you some good. Whitney just needs to relax, she's starting to sound like your friend Michael." I blushed at the sound of his name. "Oh I see, you like him. Wait, no, you loooove him." I smacked his shoulder as I stood up.

"Michael and I are friends, just friends." Gary stared at me with raised eyebrows.

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that but you do know that you're a terrible liar right?" He laughed deeply.

"Whatever. Maybe I should get out some, I'm really tired of being cooped up in this place." Gary cheered.

"That's the spirit, let's go!" He grabbed my hand as he slid on a pair of leather gloves.

"What are those for?" Gary looked at me with a weird face.

"It's like forty degrees outside." I mentally slapped myself as I forgot that it was in the middle of November.

"Oh yeah." He laughed at me as we made our way past Whitney's door that had a cart of luggage on it.

"Shush." He warned me as we tiptoed past her room. Suddenly the door opened and Whitney stood before us.

"Could you two come in here please?" My heart pounded rapidly as we made swift movement into her suite.

"Whitney, I'm sorry but we were just going out to get something to eat before leaving." I admitted as she wove her hand at me.

"Sweetie, I'm not worried about that." Her normal sugar and spice attitude didn't seem as happy as normal, instead it sounded different, bad different.

"O-Oh okay. So why exactly am I in here?" I carefully asked.

"Tell me something, have you ever heard of He term vengeance?" She asked suspiciously as she stood before me.

"Of course, hasn't everyone?" I was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

"So you must know what a person who seeks vengeance does to a person correct?" I nodded my head. "You know, it's always amazing to have a sibling who will do anything for them. Right Gary?" She looked over at Gary who stood up with a devilish smile on his face.