Chapter sixty-seven:

Christy was standing in the room she was sharing with Isaac on the top floor of a hotel. After spending countless hours being interviewed by police, the chief had advised them to stay at a hotel for a couple of days while evidence was taken and repairs were made. They had packed only the necessities and found a hotel with vacancies to take them. The hotel wasn’t the most posh one in town, but it was comfortable, and most importantly had a bed and a bathroom.

She heaved a heavy sigh, looking out over the lights of the city.

Although she tried to hide it, she was terrified.

Whoever it was coming after them had literally been in their house.

Whoever was after them was much more than an obsessed teenie-bopper-fan.

She looked away from the window and found herself alone in the small hotel room. A feeling of panic washed over her, until she heard the sink in the bathroom running.

Christy quickly crossed the room and entered the washroom.

Isaac was busy brushing his teeth, but kept a careful eye on her, but she simply sunk against the wall with her arms wrapped around herself simply wanting to be near the man she loved.

At last, he turned off the tap and wiped the excess toothpaste from his mouth with a hotel towel and turned to face her. “Are you okay, C?”

She nodded, but still looked upset. She wrapped her arms around his body and buried her tears in his shoulder.

“It’s okay, C.” He whispered. “I know you’re scared. I’m scared too.”

“You are?” She asked, her voice trembling.

“Yeah, but I’m going to protect you the best I can. I love you more than anything, and I’m going to keep you safe.” He held her tighter with a slight pause. “And next time, I’m going to trust you, and listen to you when you say you’re afraid.”

Christy nodded and clutched his t-shirt tightly, sniffling back tears.

“Come on, let’s get into bed and try and get some sleep, okay?”

“I don’t think I can sleep.” She said, reluctantly pulling away.

He kept his hands placed firmly on her hips. “I know, me neither. But we can at least try, okay?”

“Okay.” She took the hand he offered her and followed Isaac into the bedroom.

He turned off the lamp on the nightstand and they both slipped into the bed on opposite sides and met in the middle under the blankets.

She curled up into his side, resting her head on his chest.

“C?” He asked, gently stroking her bare shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She replied with a small smile.

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Becky sat in front of the small vanity in the room she was sharing with Zac.

She pulled a brush through her hair and pulled her long blonde locks into a high pony tail.
She had been offered the chance to choose if she wanted to share a room with Zac or Jenna, but Jenna insisted she was fine and she knew that Becky would prefer to be with Zac.

 Zac had left briefly in search of an extra blanket for the bed, and she insisted she would be fine when left alone for a few minutes. However, now she was worried, even though he had locked the door behind him.

Becky put the brush down and examined her reflection with a heavy sigh.

She had never been more scared in her entire life. The same people who had attacked her three years ago had come back for more, and that terrified her.
It frightened her that they knew where she lived and it frightened her that they were no longer just threatening to hurt them, now they were threatening to kill them.

Becky got up from the bench at the vanity and crossed the room, climbing into bed.

She heard the beep of the key-card in the door. The door opened and Zac appeared. “Becca?”

“Hi.” She said.

“Hi.” He replied with a small smile. He tucked the extra blanket under his arm and locked the door, sliding the extra bolts and the chain across.

Zac crossed the room and unfolded the blanket, spreading it across the bed with Becky’s help.

“You set to try and get some rest?” He asked.

“I’m gong to try.”

He gently kissed her forehead. “Me too.”

As he crossed the room, Becky laid down in the bed, curling into a ball with her back facing his side of the bed.

Zac turned off the light and climbed under the blankets, sliding his body over towards hers.  He curled his body around hers and held her tightly. “God, Becca, you’re shaking!”

She turned over in his arms unable to suppress tears any longer. “I’m scared!”

“It’s okay, babe.” He gently brushed aside her tears. “I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I know, but what about all of the times when you’re not around? Like when you’re in the studio or on stage, or doing an interview or something?”

Zac didn’t know the answer to that question. Finally he said “I’ll make sure you’re safe, okay?”

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