05/14/2023 07:15 PM  howard sternpt2 Well, if you’re not willing to talk about that, Of course Abel wasn't willing. It wasn't just the NDAs keeping his mouth shut. It's called respect. Something Howard had never learned the definition of. "It seems like you're prying for information that isn't there, Howard." Clearly irritated, Abel let out a sigh. "We both stated in our podcast that Caroline was present for the entirety of the intimate scenes with Lily. You're trying to twist our words and I don't like that sh*t." Caroline could swear she could almost hear the ticking time bomb that was her husband. She was usually very level headed, she'd even been caught herself making excuses previously for the reasons her stalker had came after her for all these years, but even Caroline was getting ready to lose her sh*t, if Abel was the match? Caroline could be the fuse. "I guess we should've done a little more homework before this interview, but I'm tellin' you man, I wasn't expecting you to be here, so excuse my questions that are a little off the wall, eh?" He said and Caroline squinted her eyes at him, wondering if this man really was going to continue testing them. She tucked a piece of hair that had fallen back out of her face as she tried to remember if there was a time limit on that contract before they could both bounce on this awful interview. "As Abel said, and as we said just recently on the podcast that you didn't listen to, but aside from the fact that I was on set, and the fact that it's not real, it's just acting, I have nothing but trust for Abel." she commented, that little accent that she'd been trained to hide sneaking through as her blood pressure rose along with her anger. H:"Okay, okay, clearly you're the picture of a perfect couple. I'm just not sure I'd be cool with my partner getting down like that.... "Getting down like what? Like having a career?" Caroline countered quickly, surprising even herself with her quick retaliation. Raising a brow, Abel was debating how to handle this situation silently. Every muscle was aching to jump over the table, pull all of the mics down, push all of the papers off of the table, grab it coffee, and pour it over his head. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, amused at the visuals. With a half smirk, Abel glanced from Howard, to Caroline, to Jordan, and then back to Howard. "If my wife doesn't have a problem with my acting career, then no one else needs to comment on it. She's allowed to film the same sort of scenes. She has to be a bit more hush hush about her project, but I can share whatever I want, considering I co-wrote it with Sam." "Can we move on now? I didn't think you'd be concerned with who I co-star with. Aren't you supposed to be interviewing Caroline?" Caroline’s eyebrow raised at her husband as she noticed him holding back a chuckle. She knew that whatever he was thinking, certainly wouldn’t end well from the frizzy haired manchild that sat in front of her. Her thumb brushing over his thigh, though even Caroline wouldn’t be able to control her husband if the line of questioning didn’t take a turn towards slightly less disrespectful. “There’s are Caroline’s questions, man, you just happened to storm in and join in. So, we’re giving you the opportunity to speak,” he said, bringing a coffee cup to his lips before sitting back down, Caroline noticing how it spilled over the edges and stained the papers below it. “But you have to admit, you’re living a lot of women’s wet dreams, you know? The groupie turned wife. It’s right out of those romance novels….I think I saw that you, Abel, slid into Caroline’s DM’s? How did that happen?” He asked, Caroline staring daggers at him before she tried to respond. “I wouldn’t know, I’m not a groupie.” She said simply, her tone stark and arms now crossed at her chest and leaning back into the terribly uncomfortable seats. "Do not call Caroline a groupie." Abel wasn't in the mood for any of his slick comments or assumptions about their relationship and how it started off. Abel and Caroline had been very up front and honest about how they met, even sharing screenshots from when Abel had asked her to join him at his Bel Air mansion and the texts from the day after. They had shared how they spent every day together since then and had only been apart for a night. "But how else do you slide into someone's DMs? I followed her on Instagram, sent her a message, told her I liked her Tiktok dance to Blinding Lights, and we spoke from there." He decided to answer, though he was positive he'd regret it. "We've told the story on our podcast and to several other media outlets. Is no one on your team doing research? Or is this all your own?" "I'm actually curious if you have any questions planned that aren't about my marriage?" Caroline shot back, fully understanding why Harry had walked out on this man not long ago, the guy had truly lost every filter that any normal human would have. It had been the worst interview of her life, she wasn't sure who would be the first to break his nose, Abel, Jordan or even Caroline. "We just wanted to know if it was a secret only fans thing that got his attention, because I'm sure you've seen plenty of girls dancing to your music on Tik Tok. If it is an only fans thing, is that why you took that picture that was recently leaked on your account by your....uh, stalker? To post on the only fans that made you Mrs. The Weeknd?" Howard asked, causing Caroline to cough on the terrible cup of coffee that she'd regrettably brought to lips. "Wait..what?" was all that fell from Caroline's lips after she finished coughing. This was a theory she'd never heard, and it took her by surprise. Only Fans? Caroline didn't have an Only Fans, not that she couldn't, but she had no interest in it.  "Not that there's anything wrong with women who choose to make OnlyFans videos but what in the actual f*** is wrong with you?" So much for Abel's filter. That had officially gone out the window, along with most of f***s he gave about his public image. "No, the photo was not for f***ing OnlyFans. Excuse the f*** out of us for having a private, intimate moment, and wanting to take pictures. Are you kink shaming now, Howard?" Abel asked, raising his voice word by word. "Or are you just a pathetic, piece of sh*t excuse for a human being that gets off on putting your guests in uncomfortable situations?" He asked, barely a breath between his words. Glancing over to his half empty water bottle and then Caroline's coffee, Abel grabbed Caroline's coffee instead of his water bottle, staring Howard Stern dead in the eye. "You know what? I think Caroline's interview is over," He said as he moved the mic away from Caroline with his free hand, pouring the warm liquid over the expensive recording equipment. "In fact, I know this interview is over with." His voice was calm but he was hot. He could feel a burning sensation in his ears. Standing up, Abel made his way towards Howard, not shying away from getting up close and personal with him, lowering himself to eye level with the man who was too stunned to say anything. "Whatever you were going to ask Caroline; you can ask me instead. She's done being disrespected by you." It was proving more and more clear that either this man had not done a single bit of his own research for this interview. If he'd done his job, he'd know that disrespecting Caroline would never end in anything but kick back from her husband. It was like he'd googled "Caroline Tesfaye Scandal" and just wrote down the cliff notes of anything that she'd been involved in that the media had ran with. She wondered for half a second if she was wrong, if the entire plan was to keep insulting her until Abel showed up, so that he could prove that he could get Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye on his show even when he'd declined multiple times. Caroline bit her lower lip as she looked up at him and noticed that he was more than mad. Half offended that he'd assume that her relationship with her husband was something that they used for money, or worse that the only reason Abel had messaged her was some super secret OnlyFans account. She wouldn't have to say much, Abel commanded the room quickly, and soon he'd ruined all the recording equipment that was sitting on the table in front of them. There was something incredibly attractive about a man who wouldn't allow an ounce of disrespect to his wife, making her feel loved and cared for even during what she'd assume was the worst interview of both of their careers. Jordan had made his way from where he was standing, he pulled her chair out. "Come on. We gotta go. I'll pistol whip this a**hole myself." He said softly, nudging her towards Abel because even Jordan was a little timid of the anger from his boss.  "Babe." she said softly, tugging on his sleeve to slip her hand in his. "This is what he wants, it's probably the whole f***ed up plan. Let's go." She said. She didn't know rather Howard Stern was scared, amused or both, "You should f***ing go, we do have security, we can call them....get the police involved if we need to." he said, another bait. Caroline spoke up first, "You'll be hearing from our lawyer." she said, because every bit of the agreed upon questions were thrown out the window. She was sure there was a breech of contract. "Oh, and from us and Harry, f*** you." Abel stared Howard down until he felt a slight tug on his arm. Caroline's voice broke him out of the trance he seemed to be in. He glanced at her and nodded, then returned his focus to Howard. "Drop the interview. Call security. F*** it, call the cops. I don't give a f***." Abel smirked, raising his left brow. "The cops are useless anyway." He added, taking hold of Caroline's hand and leading her out of the studio. Jordan followed close behind Caroline, staying quiet, for once. He knew Abel was pissed and Caroline was probably a mix of traumatized and pissed off. Before reaching the doors, Abel paused. "God f***ing damn it," The annoyance was clear in his voice. "Someone f***ing called TMZ." He sucked in a deep breath, visibly unhappy with how the day had gone. "Is this the only f***ing exit?" Just as Abel was reminding Howard Stern just how much he didn't give a f***, security was already being called. It wasn't like Caroline was surprised, it seemed half way that either Howard Stern really hated Caroline and thought nothing of her other than being Abel's flavor of the week, which would've been a little less annoying if they hadn't gotten married. twice. And had one of the most healthy and happy relationships of anyone she knew. Caroline was both angry and a little sad that her hard work wasn't enough to keep this man from only wanting to talk about "tea" that wasn't really there. She was pretty quiet as they made their way towards the door to leave, her hand in Abel's, her safe place and Jordan following close behind. He let out a few lines of curse words. "Our security is out there, they can keep them back but that don't mean y'all won't be yelled at." he said, but she knew that they were just worried about Caroline. Handsy photographers wouldn't be the cherry on this bad day sundae. "It's fine, the car is right there. We'll just walk through. I'm fine." She said, giving them a little nod. The security that wasn't hired by Abel, met them with words of that they'd been asked to leave. "Well, if one of the people here hadn't called TMZ, we would've been gone." she said softly, her tone more than annoyed. They didn't have a choice, so they made their way out of the door. She stuck close to Abel, TMZ was usually harmless, but that didn't mean that someone wouldn't try something. Caroline was scrappy but she was also small. "Abel! Caroline! What's going on? They're saying you're being escorted from a Howard Stern Interview. What happened? Do y'all wanna talk about it? Does this have to do with Harry's interview?" they all shouted at the couple as security tried to keep them back. Abel didn't bother fighting Caroline or Jordan when it came to security provided by Howard Stern's show. It was pointless. Only the security that Abel hired on understood how terrifying this was - how terrifying it was every f***ing time they left their home. Their home is the only place that Abel felt sort of safe and that was only after the necessary upgrades to security. Normally, Abel would have ignored the reporters from TMZ, but after being pushed to his limits, why bother? He was positive he was about to be taken to court over the damages to the studio equipment. But did anyone ever consider Caroline's feelings? Or His? They were people too yet their lives were constantly put on blast. Abel was a very private person and to have his private photos - from intimacy to their wedding day - leaked all over the internet? It made him want to disappear from this f***ed up life he so desperately wanted in the past. "Tell Harvey to call me this evening," was all he said to the cameras before helping Caroline climb into the backseat of the black van, Jordan following close behind and pulling the door shut. 0 Comments

05/14/2023 06:32 PM  howard stern. “You know, it’s crazy how all these kids have started getting famous on Tik Tok. It’s, like, a one minute video of shaking your ass and now people are like, “here! Have a movie deal! Have this and have that, it’s just the way the industry works these days. But today we’re sitting down with the girl who is sort of the blueprint for these tik tokers. Being one of the most followed on the app with over 80 million followers, Caroline Tesfaye.” Caroline sat with a perfectly practiced smile, but the slight wrinkle of her nose that no one would notice (except Abel) would show that she was a little uncomfortable. She’d agreed to the interview before this bastard was incredibly rude to her best friend’s husband, one of her best friends, in a recent interview causing him to walk out. She’d been advised to back out, but Caroline wasn’t a “no show” type of girl. “Oh wow, Hi, Howard. It’s surely something to be here today.” “Let’s jump right in since we were just talking about Tik Tok. There’s all that controversy with the app right now, mostly right leaning people, are you worried about your career if the app actually gets shut down? Is that something you and your team are worried about?” “No, not at all actually. I love Tik Tok, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a fantastic platform giving voices to such a wide range of people. It brought so much fun and entertainment to the world during quarantine, but my career isn’t based on Tik Tok. My Tik Tok blew up because I had a following on my other social media with my clothing line, so they just followed me over there because they liked seeing more of my day to day adventures. I also don’t think anything is going to happen to Tik Tok. I think people are scared of information, and Tik Tok is giving the hushed a voice.”Caroline replied smoothly, the first question already feeling like a dig at her career that she’d worked so hard for. “You’ve gained a lot of younger fans from Tik Tok, but that hasn’t stopped you from voicing your opinions, even in political matters, especially recently with the drag bans in Nashville…What do you say to the parents of these kids? Do you think it’s your place to be speaking about these things? Do you really think that cross dressers need access to children?” Caroline’s eyebrow raised and she shifted in her seat, she didn’t break a gaze from Howard Stern, she wasn’t scared of this man but she was getting mad and it’d only been a few minutes into this god awful interview. Her eyes darted to the side where her husband and Jordan were waiting, then back to the man sitting in front of her. “First off, not that there’s anything wrong with cross dressing, that is such a dated and honestly, immature term that should have never been used. And second, Drag is art. Period. Children should be exposed to art. Drag Queens aren’t any more harmful to children than the pistol carrying redneck father who’s too drunk to walk a straight line let alone carry a gun. I am the daughter of a Drag Queen. Every good in me came from him. To deprive children, especially children in LGBTQ+ community, of any art that they’re interested in is sad and selfish. Drag is for everyone, it accepts everyone, it loves everyone. It has more love in its community than most churches.” H:  “You can’t be serious with comparing Drag Queens to God.” H: “Dressing up is a good segway into the next thing on our list. The Met Gala. With being a somewhat household name in the fashion industry, you weren’t there. Your husband wasn’t there. Your best friend and her husband, previous guest on the show, Birdie and Harry Styles were in attendance. Was that weird for them to be invited and you and Abel not getting the same invitation to what some people call fashion’s biggest night?” Caroline almost laughed at the question, that mad little laugh that escaped her lips when she couldn’t believe the audacity of someone.“My husband and I were invited, we simply declined the invitation.” H: “So, you were busy? Just said, “ah we’d rather stay home and stare at each other than go to fashion’s largest event?” A little sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips and she shook her head, uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, “We decided not to attend and glorify Karl.” she said, refusing to speak ill of the dead and hoping that her short statement would move the conversation along. Howard looked almost amused, as he continued along with his line of questioning. “I’m guessing you won’t be elaborating on that….you just have a swimwear brand launch with Birdie Styles. It’s called, uh, Heavenly Swimwear. You’ve gotten rid completely of standard sizing, can you explain your mindset on that? Doesn’t that make it more confusing adding this little gimmick?” C:“It’s not a gimmick, it’s not a tactic. As women, and men, we are constantly being reminded of how we look, numbers on tags can be really hurtful, and we think all bodies are beautiful, and we wanted people who wore our swimwear to look at that tag and be reminded that they’re lovely, beautiful and goddesses, instead of seeing a number.” H:“Do you think that promotes healthy self love or do you think you’re just glorifying unhealthy body types?” “I think it promotes healthy self love. Health isn’t one size fits all, you know? There isn’t an unhealthy body type, and there isn’t a body type on the planet that doesn’t deserve to feel beautiful and that’s why we created Heavenly Swimwear. It’s a love letter to everyone.”Caroline replied, heat rising to her cheeks as she started to get more and more angry, feeling attacked for every thing about her, the questions certainly not the approved one’s from her team. She was quiet for half a second as he shuffled his papers. “You had a wide range of models for the brand, most of them your friends, including your dad. But we didn’t see Bella –” he started and stopped as things started to change and shift around her, the door swinging up to the studio and the chair next to her sliding and being filled by her husband. Howard looked half mad and half amused, “We weren’t expecting you, The Weeknd, you declined to be in an interview a few times, and yet, here you are…” As the questions became more invasive and ignorant, Abel finally had enough. He wasn't going to allow his wife to get berated by Howard f***ing Stern, of all men, especially after the interview with Harry, that Harry had cut short, and walked out in the middle of. It hadn't happened too long ago and Abel was iffy going into the situation, unsure if it was smart of Caroline to take the interview, but Abel had hoped that Howard had learned from his interview with Harry. Apparently not. Abel was visibly unhappy with the direction of the questions, locking eyes with Howard, and taking a seat directly next to Caroline in an oversized and uncomfortable black chair. It didn't take long for Abel to reach over and move the oversized mic that was able to be adjusted, careful not to break anything just yet. "I'd advise you to not finish that question," In reference to Bella Hadid, his on and off ex-girlfriend, and a fan favorite, considering Abel only had two 'famous' girlfriends before marrying Caroline. "But, yes, unfortunately for you, I'm here. I've just become your problem, Howard." Caroline wasn’t exactly surprised that Abel had found his way to the seat next to her, moving things around like he owned the place. Abel wasn’t the type of man to take disrespect, especially not to his wife, and certainly not in his presence. A hand instinctively found its way under the table to his thigh, hi babe.” she said, half amused, and half attempting to gather her thoughts from the questions Howard has been throwing at her. “Oh, wow, a problem? It’s my lucky day. You don’t normally do interviews. I don’t think the line of questioning was disrespectful, people certainly want to know if Caroline struggles with dealing with famous exes. especially one who looks like that..” he said, though Caroline was certain that wasn’t the direction in which the questions were actually meant to go. Caroline was quiet for a second, catching a glimpse of Jordan, who had also stopped standing and watching and was now in the recording studio with them. “Well, if you’re not willing to talk about that, and you’re both here…I’d love to talk about The Idol. I mean, it certainly has riled up a lot of people. I’ve heard that it was filmed in your actual house, the house you share, was that weird for you, Caroline? Seeing your husband be intimate with another woman in your house? Was that something you’re into?” Caroline raised her eyebrow, “Well, my husband wasn’t getting intimate with anyone, it’s called acting. It’s a job. And apparently this is a new concept for you but TV shows aren’t real, Howard. That’s a ridiculous question.” It took everything inside of Abel to keep his mouth shut. Without the little thigh squeeze from Caroline, he might have lost his sh*t the moment he locked eyes with Howard - so he knew Abel was being serious. This wasn't a joke. His ex-girlfriends were not jokes. They were real people, who he had serious relationships with, and had since moved on. He wanted to lash out, to call him out on his bullsh*t. Bella had moved on. Selena had moved on. The only people who knew the ins and outs of his previous relationships was Abel. Caroline didn't even bring up his ex-girlfriends, but especially not Bella. It wasn't nice to see both women being compared, guessing who was more Abel's type, and how long it would take him to move on to the next newer, younger model. That's why he didn't bother Googling himself if he didn't need to. It was pointless. Half of the information about his relationships was wrong or misleading. continue to part 2 (bulletin link here to baby's post) by @theweeknd 0 Comments

05/08/2023 08:07 PM  760.   No one tells you when your life is at risk how time somehow defies all limits and moves both slower than counting every tiny piece of sand in hourglass and faster than driving over one hundred and fifty on the highway speeding towards a solid wall with cut brakes. That’s how Caroline felt as she found herself in another run in with her stalker. She’d made a mistake coming into this building alone, she’d underestimated just how much her stalker would be involved. Did he follow her here? Was it the perfect opportunity? It was all just more unanswered questions that ran through her mind as he pressed more and more pressure to her neck, her breathing as she tried to wiggle from his grasp as he used both his hands to subdue the tiny blonde until her feet no longer were on the shiny tile floor of this public restroom.    She just had to hold on long enough for Abel to enter the building. He would never leave her defenseless, she knew he’d been waiting for her to either return to the vehicle or call, and if she was lucky, Alexander, her stalker, would truly believe that Abel was waiting at another location listening in, so that he’d be able to surprise the man.    Caroline was trying to assess the situation, she knew he probably didn’t have a gun on him due to the way his pants were too tight and the sleeves of his white button up rolled up. So, if he was planning on ending her life right here and now, it would be something else. It’d have to be more manual than that. He’d have to do it with his bare hands, and something told her he’d delight in the fact. She tried to cough, her eyes watering from the pressure and her head spinning. She’d only got out one small “let me go” before the door was kicked open and in walked her husband in a way that’d she’d never really seen him before aside from acting in his music videos.    Her stalker sighed, she couldn’t help but notice the annoyance in his voice. She wondered what he was thinking, what game was he playing? It wasn’t until the click of the gun that he slowly lowered Caroline back to her feet, her heels making a slight click when they hit, it felt loud with how quiet the bathroom was despite being filled with four people. Caroline’s mind was racing, she was sure that he wouldn’t fight back, not in public, not like this. He was too worried about his reputation and that’s when it hit her. He was trying to make her seem more and more crazy, that Abel hurt her, or that she’d been another Hollywood starlet who lost her way. He was going to kill her, and either make it seem like some kind of suicide, maybe with drugs or maybe blame Abel. She knew that if Abel did anything to him at this time, it was just fuel to the fire of the narrative he was creating.    Alexander had raised his hands and took a step back from her, and as Caroline started catching her breath, she made a choice. She took a step to the side, just barely, so that she could look at her husband. And for a second, his arm stretched out and his finger on the trigger, she wanted him to do it. She wanted all of this to be over. She wanted to watch him fall to the ground and take his last breath because he’d taken hers for the last time. She wanted to move on from this, she wanted him to shoot him. She wanted to beg him to. She wanted to look him in the eyes and nod, tell him to end this nightmare for the both of them.    It didn’t take her long to shake her head and let that thought fly out the door like her purse did earlier. She knew that he didn’t have anything to live for, and took his life? It just gave Abel a jail sentence and Alexander satisfaction from beyond the grave that Caroline was all alone and Abel had paid the price for taking what he was so sure was made for him. So, instead of begging him to shoot, she looked at him. Her big brown eyes wide, eyeliner smeared from her eyes watering from the pain of not being able to breath. “Abel.” she said softly, her tiny voice echoing in the room. “Baby.” she said again, another step to the side, just enough to break him out of the intense conversation in only the way she knew how. “I wanna go home.” she whispered, her pleading letting Jordan walk from behind Abel towards her stalker.    Jordan put his hand on Alexander’s neck, gripping hard enough to leave marks of his fingers decorated along his neck. He looked at her as if to say “it’s only fair” because even though Jordan and Caroline fought, she was the little sister he never had and he loved Caroline. “Come on, Norman Bates, leave the pretty married girl alone and go back to f***ing your dead mom in the basement of a hotel, you f***ing psycho who’s lucky that your head isn’t decorating the pretty married girls nightstand.” he said, making sure he walked out.    They were able to go home, Caroline was quiet, forcing Abel to sit in the backseat with her. She forced him to hold her hand and tell her that it was all going to be okay. She was tired, but she wanted to see if she had found anything that might be of use since she’d almost gotten hurt again. Abel was worried about her injuries but opted for an at home doctor visit instead of forcing her to go to the hospital. It was amazing the things she could get done from their bedroom when money wasn’t an issue.    He’d set her up in bed with her favorite blankets, and all the animals in the bed. He was worried about her bruising googling ways to cover it up, worried that people would assume he hurt her and also she figured that it hurt him to look at it. That he felt that he’d failed in her safety but that wasn’t the truth, he’d saved her life. That’s what she’d told him when she kissed him, “you saved me.” she promised, begging with her big brown eyes to believe her.    She was sitting with ice on her neck, and IV in her arm and she was going through all the papers. Abel only allowed her to do so if she did so from bed, and he even casually put on Gilmore Girls on the large tv that she could see from bed. She figured it was to get her to rest, maybe to even sleep instead of obsessing over these files, but Caroline was motivated. She wanted to figure out if it had been worth it, if her begging to go alone hadn’t been a mistake, if they could find some piece of evidence that made sense.  It wasn’t until she was scrolling through bank statements that she noticed wire transfers sent to the same photographer over and over again, and it was enough to make her blood run cold. It was enough that Caroline grabbed her phone without even thinking. Caroline knew that name. She knew it very well. It was the same name as Birdie’s psycho ex boyfriend that had been doing nothing but running insane narratives in the media along with being almost as crazy as her stalker. He’d been paying him for months, maybe even years but she didn’t have statements to go back that far.    She quickly unlocked her phone and called her best friend, holding her phone with one hand and the paper with the other. It didn’t take her long to answer, she knew that she’d been hurt and was probably worried sick. “Birdie.” she said softly, her tone quiet and scared as she skipped answering the frantic “are you okay” questions and the “why didn’t you call me sooner?” and of course, the one she’d been waiting for, “have you lost your f***ing mind?” but she just repeated her best friend's name again, “Birdie.” she whispered again. “I need you to listen to me.” she said, pausing with a sigh. “I stole the bank statements for that LLC that bought the house near us, the one belonging to crazy pants. And I’m going through them, and I don’t know how to tell you this….but Will’s name is on here. Wire transfers for months and a decent amount of money.” she said, studying the numbers on the sheet of printer paper she was looking at. “760” she said softly, it was their little code. It meant that they were serious. They weren’t kidding. It was the name of the club that they’d met in so many years ago. It was a distress signal if needed, they’d say it if they needed to get away from someone. And now, it seemed that they needed to get away from two someone’s. “Can you and Harry come here? Abel won’t let me fly, but you need to see this…”   0 Comments

05/07/2023 04:26 PM  fight or flight, Caroline had never really understood when people said that in dangerous situations their whole life flashed before their eyes. That was until she stood face to face with her stalker for what felt like the first time, but it wasn’t, she just didn’t remember the other times he’d been around her for most of the time he found ways to drug her. The only other time in the elevator where she almost lost her life, and that feeling was less scary than the feeling she had just now. He’d been so bold, he’d spoken to her in front of people, he flashed his grin as if to let her know that no one believed her, and he’d continue to take and take until it was her life that was last on his list. He’d made it very clear that since she’d chosen Abel, that she’d chosen her own death. She was both frozen in place and feeling like electricity flowed through her body. Fight or Flight. She repeated in her head as he continued to speak, her husband’s name falling out of his tongue like a cuss word, it felt wrong, he shouldn’t get to think about the man who’d done nothing wrong other than love Caroline with every ounce of his soul. Her stalker shouldn’t get to think about him, let alone speak his name out in the open. She wanted to spit in his face, she wanted to give him a big f*** you and pull the taser out of her bag and use it on him until he cried and begged for her to stop. She wouldn’t stop. He had made it clear, it was her life or his. The whole interaction felt like it happened for hours, she’d parted her lips trying to speak. All she had to say was that she felt sick, but they wouldn’t come. Her mouth was dry and her head was spinning. She knew that she’d either made a big mistake or a big revelation in coming here, but she wasn’t sure if it would end in big consequences. She needed to get out of there, her heels felt glued to the floor, like she’d stepped in sticky pink bubble gum that some child had just thrown on the floor when they’d chewed all the sugary flavor and no longer wanted the hunk of flavorless gum in their mouth. She was terrified in ways that made her feel like if fear alone could stop her heart, she’d be dead. She’d fall to the floor and save her stalker the trouble. She wanted to run out of the front door to the loving arms of her husband, but she was too scared to leave the public building and round the corner of the now darkening parking lot as it was getting closer and closer to evening. “Move, Caroline.” she told herself, she repeated it until she found her way to the bathroom. The swinging door closed behind her and she found herself with her hands gripping the counter of the sink and staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, her hands shaking, she looked sick as if she’d just seen a ghost. She felt like she was going to throw up, so she opened her mouth to speak. She was about to dig in her purse to find her phone and ask Abel or Jordan to meet her outside of the bathroom door to ensure that nothing happened to her in the small time between the front door and his loving embrace. She didn’t have a chance though, the door swung open and Caroline spun on her heels, almost fast enough to make herself extremely dizzy. “Hi, Caroline. You didn’t think I’d let this little meeting go without seeing you, uh, privately.” He said her stalker's voice was so calm, quiet, and controlled. He gets closer to her, his hands on her designer handbag. “I’m sure this has a listening device in it somewhere, doesn’t it, love? Unless Abel really doesn’t care about you and sends you into this lion's den alone without any help at all. He wants me to take you, doesn’t he? He knows you belong to me. But just in case…..” he said, taking her bag and throwing it as hard as he could, past the swinging door of the bathroom leaving her completely defenseless. Or so he thought….Caroline very smoothly, with a shaking hand tapping the tiny bracelet on her wrist. Once. Twice. Three times. Three notifications should’ve been sent to Abel’s phone, and he’d know something was up. She just had to wait. He was quick to circle her, looking at her in ways that reminded her of her years in pageants. Where she’d be just a young girl paraded in front of grown men who comment on how she looked, like a lamb going to the slaughter, that’s how he looked at her. “Stay away from me.” she said softly, her words not nearly as tough as she wished that they were. “I will never stay away from you, Caroline.” he said, charging after her, he shoved her until her back hit the wall hard. His hands found his way to grip her throat again. “Remember this? It’s kind of like our first date. Maybe this time you won’t wake up and I’ll just keep you. Pretty. Perfect. Silent. Mine.” he said through clenched teeth as she struggled to get away from his grasp. “Keep trying, you’ll just make it easier.” he said as she tried to use the point of her heel to kick him but not being strong enough to get away from him. “Let. me. Go.” she whispered, but all she could hear was the door opening again.. 0 Comments

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05/02/2023 04:56 PM  i feel sick.   Caroline feels her husband’s presence before she sees him. She’s in the depths of their shared closet, well one of the closets that stored the freshly done blonde’s impressive wardrobe. He’s leaning against the door frame and she feels that he’s nervous. She knows before she looks over her shoulder that his arms will be crossed and his expression serious. He’d grown quite good at masking his emotions behind a look of cold and serious, most people not being able to read the man, labeling him such a mystery, but that rule just simply didn’t apply to his wife. Caroline is getting dressed to walk into a real estate office to steal files to prove that her stalker had moved a few houses down. They weren’t stupid enough to think that the stalker would work with some shady and racist people, and with Abel and Jordan both being men of color, they wouldn’t be treated the same way as Caroline.    She knew that her stalker would be smart enough to do something similar, to make sure there were plenty of roadblocks to keep them from learning anything at all. But he wasn’t counting on Abel letting Caroline do any of the heavy lifting in this investigation. He was petting that Abel’s love was too big to let her try, and that’s why this plan was perfect.    “You’re staring.” she commented, standing in front of a full length mirror looking at herself in the mirror. If there was one thing Caroline knew, it was that she knew how to make her clothes speak for her. She’s dressed in a bright red pencil skirt that  hits her knees, and a matching blazer. It was bright enough that it didn’t seem like she was playing dress up, it was short enough and tight enough that she could sweet talk her way into anything if the place was crowded with old white men ready to attempt to take advantage of a young girl with money. And portraying a young girl with money was why she didn’t skip on the jewelry, diamonds sparkling in her ears, her engagement and wedding band always on her left finger (that could help with seeming not a threat to any women in the building with their hopes on landing a hot date with the boring guy who worked in the cubical close to them) and her heels high enough, and the red bottoms both matching her dress and reminding them that she was a client they’d love to make commission off of.    After she’d finished getting ready, safety precautions had to be taken. Her phone would remain on in her bag, Abel on the other line listening for any type of trouble. They’d practiced a safety word if she needed anything on the other end. If she was in danger, all she had to say was, “I’m not feeling well, do you mind if I come back with my husband?” though, Jordan and Abel both drilled in her head that getting out “Not feeling well” was all that she would need to say and not to be afraid to say it.    They were more nervous than she was, she could feel it as they drove in the Range Rover, it was an easier car to hide in than Caroline’s pink Tesla or Abel’s P1. She would be going in alone, and honestly, she was too determined to be scared. The police were going to let this man kill her, they had to do things in a different way, they had to take her life in their own hands. “I’ll be okay, I promise.” she said, kissing her husband on the lips soft and slow before she left the car. She called him, “Can you hear me?” she’d ask and when it was confirmed, she’d place her phone in her bag and she’d tap her fortify bracelet to send her locations or any falls straight to the app on her husbands phone.    She opened the door, and put on a mask of being just happy to be there. She walked up to the desk, “Hi, I have a meeting to look at some potential office spaces.” she said before she was met by a tall man in a cheap suit. He wanted people to think he had money, a fake Rolex on his wrist, shoes that he’d shined poorly, the product leaving streaks on them. He was single, but he wore a wedding ring, she was sure he thought that made him more attractive.    “I’m Paul, follow me?” he said, extending his hand as if he was incredibly charming, Caroline sticking her small hand to shake, careful to hand him her left hand. The one that was decorated with her wedding rings, he’d like that, he’d think of her as a challenge, so many men did. But he’d be extra nice to her, in hopes of sliding in to the woman who’s married for real estate advice. If she was honest, it made her sick.    “So, you’re looking for an office?” he said, coming to sit in an office chair at a desk in front of her. “I am, yes, I’m a designer, and I need studio space.” she said, sitting her bag on the chair next to her instead of on the ground to make sure that Abel would still be able to hear what was going on. “Will you be looking in this area? And are you pre approved?” he asked, as if she was dumb enough and knew very little about the housing market. Which wasn’t exactly true, Caroline had done plenty of research, and she’d purchased many properties on her own. “I’m actually not, but my LLC is, would that be a problem?” she asked, studying his face to any slight change of reaction. She waited, but she could’ve sworn the second she said it, her face turned into dollar signs and she no longer was just a client he’d love to sleep with, she was a paycheck.    “Not a problem at all, ma’am! We work with LLC’s all the time, commercials are my specialty. How about I go grab some options and we can talk about what might fit your needs! How about some coffee? I’ll bring a cup, how do you take it?” he asked, clearly excited to close another large deal. He was probably hoping to secure a job in being a broker but couldn’t afford to start his own brokerage yet. “That would be great. Black is fine, a little sugar and a pinch of cinnamon if you have it.” she said to the overly excited and mildly sweaty man as he exited the office.    The offices didn’t have large windows, so she was able to move quickly from her seat to his desk. His computer was on lock and even if it wasn’t there was a post it note with all his login and passwords sitting beside the keyboard. She quickly signed in and forwarded anything that involved “Lucky 15 LLC” to herself and then deleted the emails. She was able to get bank statements and contracts. She had to be fast. The filing cabinet was locked, but Caroline’s past as a self proclaimed party girl had taught her how easy it was to pick simple locks. Her and Birdie both could get out of any situation basically, they were reckless, not airheads.    She was back in her seat with the files tucked away in her bag before he returned with stacks and stacks of papers. He’d just placed the papers down and handed her the cup of coffee. His hands were shaking a bit causing him to spill a drop of the coffee on her red skirt that caused the OCD in her to cringe. It was vintage Chanel and he’d simply dropped three dollar coffee on it.    She brought the cup to her lips but she didn’t take a sip, she didn’t trust a single thing in this place and she wouldn’t be drugged again. Suddenly, the phone rang and he answered it. He spoke quickly, “I’m with a client.” he said, pausing for whatever the other person on the phone was saying. “Right now?” he asked, his tone getting sadder and more frustrated. “If you’re sure…” he said, and hung up. “I am so sorry Mrs. Tesfaye, I am going to be pulled into a meeting with my boss, I will have to reschedule, will that be okay?” he asked, and Caroline could’ve sighed a sigh of relief but she didn’t want to alarm the man. “Oh, really?” she said pretending to pout, a little bratty attitude in not getting her way to really sell it. “Okay, my assistant will be in touch.” she said as he told her he’d walk her out.    Just as Caroline opened the door of the office, she felt sick. Not in the fake “I feel sick” way that was the safety call that was drilled into her head. I'm really sick. The kind of sick that made her want to throw up, because she was standing face to face with her stalker. He was dressed in a suit, he looked like he owned the place. His presence made everyone nervous including the man who’s name she’d forgotten who was walking her out. “Paul! My man! Thank you for making time to sit with me.” Her stalker said, his eyes didn’t move from her face even when speaking to someone else. “Mr. Williams, this is…” he started gesturing to Caroline.    He’s cut off by her stalker, the color draining from Caroline’s face. She tried to say the words that she felt sick but they wouldn’t come. “Oh, Caroline and I go way back, don’t we Caroline? How long now? Years.” he said, his lips curving up into a smile reminding her of a lion about to eat his prey. “It’s so nice to see you here, are you property shopping? Moving?” he asked, and Caroline still couldn’t speak. Paul was excited to use her to impress who she was now learning might be his boss. “Oh yes, Caroline’s looking for an office. She’s a real life fashion designer, sir. Real star.” he said, bragging about her like he  knew her, not just the large number of her bank account she shared with her husband. “Well, I hope you found what you’re looking for, Caroline. Give my best to Abel, let him know I’ll be seeing him soon, will you?” he said before looking her up and down one last time, “You look fantastic, love. Really.” he said, and with that he was gone, “Paul.” he prompted, walking into the same office she’d just walked out of.    She didn’t even stop holding her breath as she carefully walked out of the door. Once she was out of the view of the office, she started to run. The sound of her high heels clicking on the pavement as loud as the thumping of her heart. She ran, she ran all the way until she ran right into her husband, collapsing into his arms, tears streaming down her face. “Hes..he’s….he’s in there.” she got out in between sobs, he was still ahead…he was always ahead.   0 Comments

04/28/2023 09:36 PM  missing puzzle pieces.   Written by myself (@carolinexo) & my brilliant writing parter (@theweeknd). Bold = Abel. TW: very brief mentions of violence against women, and mentions of an injury from an attack. Caroline had always found herself to be quite a strange girl, it was just that she didn’t seem to fit in boxes that sometimes she felt she was pushed into. It was as most people only wanted one side of her and found the other side to be off putting, and no one could agree on which side of her was least annoying. She was somehow Type A and Type B, she was ocd and cleaned constantly, she was organized and couldn’t sleep if there were dishes in the sink. And yet, she was creative and messy in her mind, she saw clothing as art, and she saw art everywhere. Once, she’d been sitting in a cafe drinking a latte when she saw someone drop their coffee and it spilled all over the floor like marble and she went home and created an entire outfit based on the warm liquid that decorated the floor. She was always sketching, either physically or in a daydream in her mind. She could be a CEO of her company one second, and the next second shaking her ass on tik tok, again, she felt that she was a very strange girl of puzzle pieces that she wasn’t sure even fit together….that was until she met her husband.    That’s what she’d been thinking about as they took the golf cart home and she noticed that Abel had left his P1 in front of the house instead of parking in the garage. She’d been scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that she’d been trying to put together, and it turns out, she didn’t fit together because she was missing pieces, and her missing pieces belonged to Abel. Meeting him had pushed them together, completing a puzzle of soulmates written in the stars, of a love so large and so intense that she was sure that she’d met him in other lives. She was sure that every version of her soul had always been tangled with us, and that’s why she was fighting so hard to stay alive and not let this man who’d injured her yet again steal Abel’s soulmate from him.    She didn’t bother telling Jordan about the for sale sign, half the time he thought she was crazy, and couldn’t understand how her mind worked. Though, she tended to prove herself right a lot of the time. She was ushered inside to a worried and disappointed Abel, why must she always put her life in her own hands? She was sure that was what he was thinking. He was quick to tend to the cut on her forehead from hitting a rock. “I know you’re upset with me, babe, but I need you to listen to me.” she said softly, speaking only to him as he worked on cleaning the cut on her forehead and she sat on the kitchen counter and he stood between her legs.  Upset. He was upset with her. It wasn’t often that Abel felt anything more than pure adoration, unlimited love, and affection for Caroline. But right now? He felt upset, worried, torn, sick to his stomach, and a bit pissed off, if he was completely transparent. His emotions were clear in eyes, not so much his face. Giving her a quick nod, Abel tended to the bleeding gash on her forehead, “I’m listening, baby,” his tone was quiet but curious, but simply because he was angry didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to hear her out. She had a reason for not listening to him and following the security detail that he had placed and to say Abel was curious was an understatement.   He never underestimated her, he thought she was smart and worthy. It was something she’d always known. He’d never treated her as anything other than his entire world, his careful hands proving as such as he’d tilt her head so he could see better. “There’s a missing for sale sign down the road a little ways, remember? It was for sale, and now it’s not.” she said, waiting for his response. She’d been solving her own case lately, the police had been zero help, and she wasn’t scared of tackling it again. Her gut feeling said that the house that had sold had been the reason that her stalker was always nearby, she just needed to prove.    When Caroline mentioned the for sale sign, Abel gave a slight nod, focused on ensuring that his wife didn’t need stitches. “I do, yes,” He answered, proving that he was not only listening, but that he did pay attention to the little things Caroline pointed out on their now daily walks, instead of drives. That was another privilege that had been ripped away from the couple by Caroline’s persistent stalker. “It isn’t for sale anymore? It was on the market for a while…” He commented, although it wasn’t an expensive property. And, honestly, Abel hoped someone was coming in to tear it down and completely renovate the property. The house looked… dated. After cleaning up her cut, they found themselves in Abel’s office, Jordan reluctantly following, mumbling about how this was crazy, and no one could be this psychotic. She was typing on his macbook, looking through zillow until she found it and then taking note of which real estate company had it. She went to their website, she tried to find out who it was sold to but it was proving to be kind of hard. It took her a few minutes, Jordan impatient, wanting to just go search for the guy himself and Abel patiently waiting because he knew she was capable of basically anything. She was able to hack her way into the site as if she was a real estate agent herself, and with a few more clicks she was able to see that it was bought by a corporation. “Lucky 15 LLC” was the name that was listed, and with a quick google search there wasn’t much to be found. They’d have to get more information in person, Caroline was sure of such things. Abel was quiet for a while, waiting, watching as her perfectly manicured nails typed on the keyboard. When he noticed the name of the LLC, he frowned, but kept quiet. Lucky 15 LLC. “Babe, I can’t just walk in. I guess we can hire someone to -“ He was cut off by Caroline and couldn’t help but smile. She was persistent but he wasn’t too keen on her going by herself. Caroline spun in the chair and looked up at her husband, so handsome and perfect, a little smile turning up the corners of her lips. “You can’t, but I can.” she said pausing, “I’ll go in and pretend to be looking for an office, I’m blonde again, they won’t recognize me at first, I’ll talk my way in and steal the files myself, I can do this.” she said, her eyes darting from him to Jordan. “I’ll keep my phone on, you can hear the whole thing, and if something goes wrong, y’all can just bust in and save the day.” she pleaded, standing up onto her feet letting her hands find Abel’s chest looking up at him with her big brown eyes. “I can do this, baby, let me.” she said again, a little nod of her head to show that she was serious. She could do this, she just needed the permission to try. Like herself before Abel, they were missing the pieces to her stalkers puzzle, and this was a chance to gather a few more... And it was as if Caroline could read Abel’s mind when it came to her safety. She had already thought out a quick response to anything that would come out of Abel’s mouth. “Alright, alright, but you have to stay on the phone with me and Jordan is going regardless.” He paused, only briefly, before locking eyes with her. “Wasn’t the 15th when you met your stalker?” 0 Comments

04/24/2023 08:43 PM  for sale signs.   One of Caroline’s favorite books in the world is Looking for Alaska by John Green. She can remember the moment that she saw the cover for the first time, a candle that had been blown out and nothing was left but the smoke that decorated the cover. It was a terribly sad novel but it was written so beautifully that Caroline thinks of it often. It had been made into a tv show that Caroline auditioned for to play Alaska, but she didn’t get it, and she was often glad because she related too much to Alaska, so much so that perhaps playing the part would have ended her in the same fate as the girl in the novel. She’d been thinking about it a lot recently, especially since the stalker incident in her car, about how the book was set up into two parts; before and after. She wondered often if that was going to be Abel’s life. Would his life be split into two parts? Before Caroline. After Caroline.    She knew that the attacks had always gotten to him, but lately, she could see that it was wearing heavy on his heart and mind. He was getting more and more nervous, he was doing every single thing he could to ensure that every time he walked out of the home they shared together, that when he returned, he’d still have his wife. She noticed when they made love that sometimes his fingers moved so slowly over her body as if he was trying to memorize every little detail of it. It was like he couldn’t stop telling her how much he loved her. Caroline pretended like the stalker hadn’t started getting to her, too. But she was getting more and more scared. She stopped wanting to fight security as much, she stopped running into crowds at concerts, and she barely wanted to leave the house.    It wasn’t that her house was even that safe, every inch was considered in her security, no measure too much to keep her alive and hopefully stop this. They had to trade their car rides for dog walks around their gated neighborhood. Tank walking with Abel, he was much more of a daddy’s boy than Caroline could’ve ever imagined and Caesar on alert with his leash in Caroline’s hand. He was much more protective, somehow since he met Caroline, she’d been his favorite person, and the love was very much mutual. They still talked, still held hands, and still took time out of their day to make sure that they connected, it just wasn’t in a car that could be hacked by the man who wanted nothing more than her name on a death certificate and her body limp and lifeless next to his.    Caroline never walked the dogs alone, but on this particular day, Abel had a late filming schedule and wasn’t home yet. Usually, she’d be on set with him, but she was filming for her big horror movie debut and their schedules just couldn’t line up. She was with Jordan, as always, and she could tell that even he was starting to worry. He was being nicer to her, not arguing about her little whims of wanting to go shopping or spend hours in her office sewing. The dogs were too wild and she decided to take them on a quick walk by herself, it wasn’t really her best option but she figured nothing could happen to her with the dogs.    Set on her walk with her airpods in, and both leashes in her small hand prepared to be dragged by the two large dogs. It wasn’t long until Caroline felt like she was being watched, she shook her head as if to shake the thought out of her mind. She was just paranoid. This was a safe neighborhood, it was daytime, it wasn’t the 15th, she should be able to breathe. Jordan wasn’t far behind, she was sure, angry at her for starting to slip away again when she’d been behaving so well since the Tesla incident. But she wouldn’t be gone long, just long enough to get the energy out of the dogs and she could turn around.    The paranoid feeling crept back when she felt like someone was following her, she shook her head and tried to keep walking. She looked behind her to see nothing, smiling to herself that she’d just gotten worked up for nothing. She could walk the dogs alone, she was an adult. She was a big girl and these were her babies to attend to, she didn’t need security always. Those were lies, she knew that if she said that out loud, her husband would stop whatever he was doing to give her a look of disapproval at her willingness to bet her life on assumptions that she could handle herself when her stalker had come inches and inches closer to taking her life.     It wasn’t until a man appeared out of nowhere in a black hoodie pulled up and sweatpants that Caroline felt uncomfortable. “He’s just running.” She told herself, people ran all the time, it was excellent cardo, and it would make sense that the other wealthy humans that lived in their neighborhood would care about their fitness. He was too close, running up on Caroline so fast that it caused Caesar to growl. “Won’t be long, Caroline, my love.” and with that he pushed her, she fell to the ground scraping up her hands and her knees, a little cut on her forehead that had hit a stray rock.  It happened so fast that she was sure that she’d made it up. Caesar ran after the attacker and Jordan found Caroline because he’d been two steps behind the attacker.    “It was him, wasn’t it?” Jordan said as he leaned down to check on Caroline and asked her to call for Caesar so that he’d return. He’d been on the hunt and would only return for Caroline’s small voice, it was something she’d known. He’d called for security to come and get her so that she didn’t have to walk back. She was quiet. Practically silent as she dealt with the repercussions of not listening and going out on her own. It was just that there was a thought in her mind she couldn’t place, she was thinking of the walk she’d taken many times and something was different…Caroline noticed everything, it was that attention to detail that had always made her a talented clothing designer. And it took her awhile, but she realized that there was no longer a for sale sign on one of the houses….   0 Comments

04/18/2023 10:02 PM  faster, faster, faster.   If there was one thing Caroline was good at, it was appreciating the small moments. It was something she’d always been good at, growing up in such a loveless home made her appreciate the smallest amounts of happiness as if she was scared she wouldn’t get anymore. She could savor a moment of happiness like the last bite of the last piece of a homemade chocolate cake. She could take her time and appreciate the notes of dark and milk chocolate, vanilla, coffee to enhance the flavor,and that’s how she’d been living her life. It was how to continue to thrive because she never stopped being grateful, and now with the ever present threat of her stalker, it was something that she seemed to do even more often.    She was in the driver’s seat of her Tesla. She loved her car and loved the feeling of driving even if the smart car seemed to drive itself  most of the time. Her husband was in the front seat, and they were lost in conversation in only the way they could be. Two souls always intertwined, so much so that it made even conversation feel intimate. Music filled the car but it was quiet, and it just added to the conversation instead of taking away from it. They liked to take drives sometimes, a way to be alone when their house was full of security and the world’s eyes were always prying and desperate for a piece of juicy gossip on their relationship. They’d take turns driving, depending on the day, or the mood, and today, Caroline really wanted to drive. She liked the freedom of it, only barely having her licenses; it all still felt new and fresh.    She almost didn’t notice the slow increase of speed that she didn’t do herself. It was getting dark, the kind of dusk where it’s still light but the stars are starting to speak through. They’re shining like the two stars on her necklace that she wore most days, a gift by the man she loved that sat in the front seat almost relaxed for once. She noticed the hand that rested on her thigh, the one that usually gripped as if he was scared she’d disappear had been traded for his thumb brushing against her bare skin under her dress instead of holding on for dear life. It was a beautiful moment…until it wasn’t.    Her car started to accelerate at an alarming speed. “Uh, baby, what are you doing? That’s a little fast, look ahead.” he said and it wasn’t until Caroline let go of the steering wheel and informed him that she hadn’t done it that the screen that took over the dashboard started to light up. It wasn’t the normal screen on her car, it was simply blank and words started to display. “Hey, Abel, I heard you like to drive fast. Let’s go faster,” the sentence paused and her car jumped from sixty to sixty five, a second “Faster” appeared on the screen and her car jumped from sixty five to seventy, from seventy to eighty and another “Faster” appeared on the screen until the car hit one hundred on the freeway speeding towards cars.    “Abel! I don’t know..I don’t know what to do.” she said, her hands on the steering wheel as if she could control it. As if she had any control over anything that was happening. The car kept speeding, and Caroline’s mind raced along with it. How to stop the car? She tried just pressing the button, she assumed maybe if she could just cut it off that it’d stop.    The car stopped inches away from another one, barely missing the car in front of them. Her car started to make a call, all on its own, she watched it call “911”, her breathing quickening and she wasn’t sure what was happening. A recorded tone picked up the phone, “911, what’s your emergency? I’m sorry, 911 services are only for the living, and you, Mrs. Tesfaye, have been dead since you said those two little words of “I do”, you’re on borrowed time, my dear. You’ve been stolen from your owner, and since Abel took you from him, he’ll pay the price in your spilled blood. Thank you for calling 911, have a good day.” and the tone stopped, the phone hung up and Caroline suddenly had control of the car again. Her hands didn’t stop gripping the steering wheel, her breathing quickened as she did what was needed to do to pull over and pull into a random parking lot so that the Tesfaye’s could catch their breath.    A car pulled in behind them, it was security, Jordan following the whole way and being able to see how it appeared Caroline was driving, no one had been in the car with the couple, and how would they explain this. Was she on borrowed time? Was her life about to be taken? Would he kill her and would the price of her love for Abel be her death? Would her blood stain his soul? Caroline didn’t know, she didn’t know much, she only knew that she sat frozen in fear and shock, and she wondered how long they had before one of them died, Caroline or her stalker? Death was upon them, and she just hoped it wasn’t her.   0 Comments

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