The Actress And The Beast (Post Malone story - completed)

Disappearing Act

I couldn't breathe. Why would I leave without her? Why would she ask me to do that? I tried to call her but she kept red buttoning me. Then she turned her phone off. I felt sick. I started to panic. All sorts of things where running through my head. I know most where irrational but I'd been drinking and I wasn't in a rational mood. My girlfriend had walked out of a club and just  disappeared

One of the MTV producers pulled me to one side and told me about some footage they had got just before she left.  We moved into the managers office and they replayed me the video. She was on her way to the toilet when a young guy about my age pulled her into a hug. She looked shocked but not like she was in danger. He clung onto her kissing her forehead as she started to cry and look up at him. She had taken off her mic so there was no sound, other than the thud of the music. I felt like I'd been punched in the heart.

Is this an ex? Someone she went to school with? I thought with her being a child actor she was home schooled. Why would she leave me? Why would she leave with him?

I needed to get out of the club but I didn't want the paparazzi to see me leave without her. The club sneaked me out the back door. My security walked around asking people if they knew the man in the footage. No one knew his name but some said that he worked at a gun range just off the strip. Owned by some VET. I would have to visit there tomorrow see if I could find out where she had gone, or even who this guy was.

I headed back to the hotel suite but I didn't know what to do. I started by cleaning it up, packing our stuff back into our cases. I lined them up by the door ready to go back on the bus. I tried to not drink anything harder than red bull, I didn't want to be drunk when my head was like this and I needed to sober up.

Dre called me assuring me he had people out looking for her and digging into who this gun guy could be. I paced and chain smoked in between trying to call her phone and trying not to freak out. She wouldn't just leave me would she? We had just started this relationship and I thought it was going well.

Bobby came and sat with me. We had booked flights for me and him as late as possible so I could wait and see if she showed up at the hotel. I had made the hotel and security aware of the situation and asked them to ring me if anyone caught sight of her. I couldn't sleep, everytime I tried to lie down my head felt like it was going to explode and I kept panicking that someone would call and I'd miss it.

Was there something more sinister going on? Or was I making that up to make me feel better about her leaving me?

She was so nervous while we where out. I hadn't realised how much untill I thought back. Her knuckles where white she held onto me so tightly and she kept her eyes on the door the whole time, like she was waiting for someone. Maybe she was waiting for him?

Id got in touch with her management but they went silent. It was like they where hiding something from me. Someone knew what was going on but they didn't want to tell me. It was getting close to me needing to leave. The busses had left hours ago and we had tried the gun range. It was suspiciously closed and the shop next door said they had been closed for over a week now. I'd hit a dead end and didn't know what else to do.

Bobby forced me to go to the airport. I couldn't force a smile and I looked like shit. I knew there would be a pictures of me everywhere with stories asking where she was or that we had split up... I took some pills to knock me out on the plane, I needed to rest and I wouldn't fall asleep naturally my head was a mess.

I was completely on edge and the longer I didn't know the worse I felt. I was bombarding her management with messages and calls just wanting some sort of update. They where avoiding me. That was frustrating me even more, I just wanted some form of information. Wanted to know she was safe.

I went ahead with the show but it  was a mess, I kept forgetting words because my mind was elsewhere, it was somewhere in Vegas along with my heart. I couldn't concentrate. And of course there where stories all over the Internet that I'd gone off the deepend because she had left me and I was drugged up. Jay and Dre where trying to help as much as they could but no-one could come up with any answers. She had disappeared.  They where doing damage control as much as they could trying to smooth it all out and explain what had happened without saying actually what had happened. Her team where no help and by the sounds of the contact we had with MTV they where getting radio silence too.

By the third day I was dead on my feet, I was running on redbull and cigarettes. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and I still hadn't heard anything. My skin looked grey, my face was gaunt and the bags under my eyes where a deep purple. My voice was hoarse from all the crying and the cigarettes and I had the shakes from the caffeine. I gave everything I could on stage, poured my emotions into my performance. It was too much, I passed out as I came off stage. Of course TMZ found out and got hold of a picture. I was described as having a breakdown due to the break up.

Passing out was the best think that had happened in days. It made her reach out

Princess👑
Im so sorry. I love you