Superstar's Spotlight: Limelight (18+) [COMPLETED] {unedited}

9: The New Antagonist.

Ten minutes, ten minutes after Isabel's threat. My family and I sat in the den, all curtains were drawn over the windows and every single window and door was shut. I couldn't sit, I paced back and forth as I tried to figure out what my next step was, I sighed and looked over at Elliott as he played with the kids.

"Sweetheart, you have to eat and take your medicine before you start hurting." My feet continued back and forth the room, arms folded and a thumb on my lips, I nawed at the nail trying to think. 

"I can't eat at a time like this." My voice trembled and she walked away.

Think Gianna, what are you going to do?

I am thinking, I took the phone up and tried texting back, the message failed to send each time..

Gianna: I can't give you back your son, you're not capable of taking care of him, not with all this anger.

Unknown: My son now, or else.

Gianna: Please come in and let's talk this out, I'm sure we can get you the help you need.

Have you lost your freaking mind?

Probably, but maybe this will work, maybe she'll come to the same conclusion I am... maybe she'll get better for him.

Unknown: You were warned, good night ;)

Gianna: Isabel, please.

The phone slips from my clutches and I look up to see Elliott holding a tray. "Elliott, give it back!" He shoves it in his pocket and holds the tray in front of me. "You need to get something in your system and take your medication." 

"I don't need it right now, I'm fine."

"I wasn't asking you if you needed it." He pushes the tray to me, on it sat a fruit drink, sandwich, water and the medicine. I take it. "Thank you." He nods his head then walks away. I'm still completely stuck, nothing was solved, I sighed, took a seat then began eating.

My eyes slowly open to the glistening fireplace, after a few rubs I was now sitting up and looking around, I was alone covered with a blanket after falling asleep in the couch. These medications sure made me drowsy. 

The next place I went was upstairs, when I stepped into the bedroom Elliott was sitting around my vanity, he saw me come in and turned to face me. "Thanks Ana, I'll let you know if anything else comes up."

"What have you done?!" My tiny feet made it across the room in quick strides. "Why would you call her?" I shoved him and he stood at the same spot. "We are not taking this up on ourselves again, we didn't swear to protect and serve, no one else is going to get hurt by the crazy people in our lives." He walked pass me, placed his phone on the bedside table and I huffed. 

"Calling the cops will only put us more in danger, are you forgetting that Wyatt is still in the hospital and completely unprotected?"

"And inviting that psychotic bitch inside our home was safer?!" He yells at me and I frown biting down on my bottom lip. "Be smart Gianna, you're putting us in more danger. I will not let you or anyone else get hurt again." 

"I don't need your protection, I'm perfectly capable of handling shit."

"You are?" He laughs and this makes me even more angry. "If you are so capable why have you lost so much from the shit you handled?" 

"I was handling it until you came back, until I had to tell you everything."

"Oh, so now it's my fault?"