DADDYS GIRL 2 - RYE BEAUMONT

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As I was following Darren I could feel my chest get heavier and heavier. I was without rye so I knew the girls (and boys) would take advantage upon my situation.

As we were met the door, Darren stopped turning round to face me.

D: right Zara I want you to stay very very close to me
Z: don't worry I will

With that being said Darren opened the door and the crowd of roadies erupted with screams, in hopes that it was one of the boys... but no it was me.

As we walked through the loud deafening fans, I felt some tug on my wrist. On my wrist was a bracelet that rye got me when I got out of therapy, it was a thin chain so I usually never wear it.

in the past couple of months he's been so distant. So I wore the bracelet to keep something of him close. When that fan tugged on my wrist I quickly got out their grasp and ran.

As I went to get in the van I soon realised I had no bracelet on my wrist. Before Darren could say anything or stop me. I sprinted back into the crowd of howling girls. Plenty of times I was stood on and shouted all sorts of names at.

I seen it... there on the floor as I went to grab i felt two large hands wrap around my waist pulling me up from the ground. When we were out of the crowd I was placed to the ground.

Rye.

R: ZARA WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING?
Z: I... I was tryi..
R: all I asked was for you to use your brain every once in a while stop getting yourself into situations that you can't get out of.

As he began to walk off my little hand gripped his wrist. Softly I began to say what had been ever lingering in my mind.

Z: all I ask rye is for you to stop being so stubborn and treat me like how you used to. Please rye.

He let out a sob. I hate seeing him like this. Ever since the incident a few nights before new year he's never been the same.

It's all my fault....