Wildflowers and Redneck Boyz (ON HOLD)

Chapter 30: New York City

July 1, 2014

APPROXIMATELY 8 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

JOHN F KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

RYLAN'S POV

Ever since leaving California at about two in the morning (Pacific Standard Time), we've all been really tired. We barely got any sleep since we had to go to bed once we got back to the hotel from being on Ellen, but there were so many paparazzi outside our door that it took us longer than expected to get back into our bungalows, have hotel security get rid of the paparazzi, and darken the bungalow as much as we could so we could actually sleep. Noboby wanted to wake up at midnight, but we had to.

Especially me.

Because of my worsened PTSD, I kept having nightmares all night. I've had everybody in my room to try and cheer me up. Everyone tried, but sadly, their attempts to calm me down failed. I eventually had to sleep sandwiched between Hunter and Wyatt.

I keep dreaming that he's going to escape. That he's going to come back and find me again. That Bradley will end his job once and for all. And not within the next couple months or even the next year. No. It'll be when Wyatt and I actually do get married and possibly start a family. He'll strike then. Starting with each of our kids and then ending with Wyatt. Then finally trying to do what he did when he took me to Providence and possibly even kill me and our baby.

I don't want that happening.

The dream always ends with Bradley pointing a gun at my face and then shooting me right between the eyes. Then I'll wake up sweating, panting, screaming, and crying. And when everyone heard me screaming and crying, they would try and come in to calm me down. But when they came in I almost bitch slapped the girls and kicked all the guys where it counts. Including Wyatt and Hunter. They even tried calling my parents and everyone else in the other bungalow in my room to calm me down, but it didn't worked.

I kept everyone up for an hour with my screaming and crying. I wouldn't blame them if they were mad at me when we had to get up and head to the airport. But what finally was able to calm me down was Hunter finally finding the benzodiazepines and injecting it into my shoulder (which hurt, but still helped). But the weird thing was I didn't almost immediately calm down after Hunter sedated me with it. But when Wyatt made me look him in the eyes and kept telling me he and everyone else was okay, I just cried. I had snapped out of it, but I cried and cried. I guess I haven't really been doing that when I needed to. After Bradley attacked all of us, I put the walls up. I made sure I didn't break. I made sure they couldn't see me cry. I just couldn't. I had to be tough for all of them.

Wyatt had woken me back up when we were supposed to leave, and his eyes were misted over with tears. When I asked him what was wrong, he just kept crying into my shoulder and apologizing, saying that everything was his fault. We had an argument on who was right and who was wrong.

I won the argument.

When we boarded the plane all of us eventually fell back asleep. We were still using the private jet that we got, so our accomodations weren't bad. Everyone even gave Wyatt and I our own couch so that way he could be there for me whenever and if I ever had another panic attack from another nightmare. I surprisingly didn't have another nightmare throughout the entire flight.

When we finally landed in New York City, our new concierge, Adam, took our bags and out to yet another limousine. We were pretty much used to them by now and I'm not suprised fans haven't come up to us to get pictures or autographs or anything yet from us. Maybe they were giving us some space after everything that's happened?