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

20: Happily Ever After, hmm?

"Okay, what about this one?" I hold my phone up as I FaceTime with my husband showing him underwear I was planning on keeping or throwing away.

"I thought I destroyed that one." He says with a grin and I chuckle looking over the pile of underwear he ripped apart. "Apparently you missed this one." I walked into the bathroom to run a bath, I haven't soaked in some warm water in a long while and I missed that.

"What are you doing, I can't see you."

"I'm running a bath." I say loudly as I throw bath soap in the tub. "I wish I was there rather than a tour bus." He huffs and I walk over to the phone to take it up.

"Don't worry, you'll be back in 2 weeks and those 3 months apart will feel like they never happened."

"I can't wait for that moment, how is that makeup eye thing coming along?" I sit at the side of the tub and chuckle. "You mean the eyeshadow palette?"

"Yeah, you know what I meant."

"It's almost completed, I don't even know why I let my manager talk me into doing this, I don't even like makeup that much."

"I guess it's a celeb thing to do those makeup stuff, I have to go though, we just arrived at our destination and we have to do sound check and what not."

"Okay, I'll be watching live whenever you begin, I love you and good luck." He smiles at me and makes a kissy face.

"I love you more." He hangs up and I place my phone down, he was performing in England and it was night time there now.

"Gianna?"

"Bathroom mom."

"This just came up for you, it's the palette cases, your manager left a note on it saying you needed to choose and get back to her by the end of the day." I sit in the tub and tilt my head back as my mother speaks with the box in her hand.

"Thank you, I'll look at them when I'm done, just leave it on the table."

"Sure, I made you some lunch and I am going to finish gathering my stuff to leave."

"I thought you were leaving tomorrow?"

"I was supposed to but, your dad c-."

"Say no more, I get it, thank you for visiting. I wanted to drive you to the airport though but, another time I guess."

"There will be plenty more trips to come and hopefully you can come to the house soon." I close my eyes and try to relax but thoughts of me never stepping foot in there home again danced into view.

"Hopefully." I muttered and then I heard her footsteps leave. I knew that this pointless thing happening between my father and I was stupid but, he might have something to prove.

I wish I knew why it was to help him prove it, many times I've tried to fix our relationship and many times he'd shut me down.

Perhaps the thought of your daughter choosing a man over you still sat at the frontal lobe of his brain and heart.

I sigh, I should be relaxing before the kids get home... home, my thoughts switched to Elliott's and I's new home.

It was fully furnished now and waiting for its new inhabitants. We were just here until Wyatt was back which is in 4 weeks.

He had extended his time there because he felt like he wasn't ready to leave yet and I understood.

My phone begins ringing and I take it up to answer but it stops and I notice a message from a number that is not saved in my phone.

##: Hi 😄

Gianna: Who is this?

##: You know who this is😉

Gianna: I'm afraid I don't... I think you have the wrong number.

##: I'm never wrong Gianna.

##: We we're going to have a daughter together, I thought you'd remember that much. ~L

I blocked the number immediately, Leon was dead and if this was somebody's idea of a joke then they were sick and needed help.

The bath soon became icky and I didn't want to even be in here anymore, frowning I stepped out of the tub and thought about answering some emails I had piling up.

I tugged the towel around my body and angrily stepped out of the bathroom, who the hell does this person think they are?

"What's bothering you baby?" El asks as he sits in front of me, two weeks ago I received a message from someone posing to be his dead father. I think you can understand why I didn't tell him and why keeping this a secret from him made me feel bothered.

"It's nothing." I say after he sets his drink down. "Gianna, you're lying." Two weeks ago was also not the only time I've receive a message from the same person but, with a different number.

"I just need to see my psychiatrist and haven't been, that's all." I lie again, I have been to my psychiatrist, the day after the first message and everyday since.

"Why?" He puts his knife and fork down, wipes his lips and gives me his full attention. "Let's just enjoy you being back, I don't want to think about that right now."

"We agreed that we'd talk to each other about stuff that bothered us, no matter how crazy or ridiculous it seemed." He reaches for my hand.

"Tell me what's going on, I'm here for you." I look around the restaurant nervously then back at him. I wanted to make sure that there was no one listening to what I was about to say.

"Two weeks ago I received a message from someone anonymous. They were... uhm."

"What?"

"Pretending to be your father." He releases my hand and he looks taken aback as he leans back in his seat.

"Did you tell the police?" He says softly and I shake my head. "Why not?"

"I didn't want anyone thinking I was crazy Elliott, a dead man texting me?" I began playing with my necklace and biting my nail as I thought about telling the world my story, I think it was coming back to haunt me.

"Nobody would think that you are crazy Gianna, he's dead so obviously someone else is messing with you." He spat out and someone close to us began to look as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please tell me you didn't delete any of the messages." He says after exhaling sharply. "I just blocked the number." I began digging in my purse not waiting for him to ask for the phone.

"I- I don't understand, they were here bu-but they are all gone now." All my messages were deleted from my phone, it was as if I've never texted anyone before.

"What do you mean they are all gone, who had your phone but you?"

"No one, I swear." My eyes stare at the phone in total disbelief, I'm not losing my mind, I did not delete these messages and it was obvious that someone had hacked it.

"Okay, I think we need to go home." He holds up his hand and begins writing in the air signaling that he needed the check.

I knew exactly what he was thinking, there was a point in my life where I couldn't remember doing stuff and a point where I was seeing stuff that wasn't there.

I took a deep breath. I knew for sure that this was real and there was no trauma like before, nothing that triggered psychotic actions.

If I was going to prove that I was okay, I needed to change my phone and number, get a new apple account perhaps and start fresh.

I deserve all the happiness and being treated like I was losing my mind wasn't going to cut it, my happily ever after does not end here, it as only just begun.