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He is unbelievable, and there is no changing his ways. The hard part is I knew he wasn't going to change, but I took a last minute chance on him. But now this was taking it too far, to put my face on a sheet that looks like I was dead and tied up for his pleasure was the end of it.

I didn't say a single thing to him when he came back out of his room to explain it wasn't him that did that, I didn't say a single thing to him when all he wanted to do was intimidate me, scare me and show me who the big boss is. I knew it, I don't need a reminder now.

I hurried back to the hotel after hailing a cab instead, the risk of seeing him was far too alarming and I couldn't/wouldn't want a run in with him. It was weird, although him trying to plead with me that creepy looking dead body in a sheet was not his doing, it still didn't make me feel better because why was it in there.

I knew this tour was going to be hell, that working alongside a group that is notorious for being who they are. I can't believe he'd call me into his dressing room with lies just to put me in a situation where I felt threatened. I have never met someone like him before, a complete psychopath.

I felt like I couldn't get out of there fast enough and before I knew it I was rushing inside the hotel with my room key present in my hand and slamming my fingers on the button. Inside, deep breath with an exhale with a repetition over and over until the elevator dinged and I was running, no sprinting, down the hall to my room.

When I got inside the only thing I really could do, get ready for bed. It was nearing midnight and tomorrow I get to sleep in and enjoy a surprise free day that all of us got for a good first night.

I needed to sleep today off, today was not only the worst and most embarrassing day of my life, but the drama and nerves had me on the edge of my feet. Running into Hobie, getting embarrassed by Hobie, no one wearing my outfits after all the hard work I put in and that stupid design that was supposed to look like me dead.

I showered the sweat off myself, sweat from the arena and the nerves, it was nice to use the expensive shower to wash away today's mess. Tomorrow would be a new day, a brand new day to start over and hopefully put it all behind me.

After my shower I got into my pyjama shorts and an oversized shirt that used to belong to Shawn. It's kinda messed up to be wearing someone who was technically your ex but not really shirt, he never asked for it back and I never planned on giving it back. Especially not during a day like this, I needed some home vibes. I needed a reminder as to why I am here.

I started to feel my eyes drop after my twenty minute skin care routine, my hair wrapped and put neatly in my bonnet and my teeth brushed, plushing all thoughts of today in the back of my mind. My body was physically hurting all over from exhaustion, mostly around my temples. I was lazily applying eye cream under my eyes, shutting them and just excited to sleep with my butt leaning against the counter and my front facing the door.

Until there was a knock at my door.

I opened my eyes to face the mirror again, freezing my brushing. I thought it was just in my head until the door shook again from a heavy knock, startling me a little bit.

I finished up whatever I was doing, making sure I looked presentable before hurrying over to the door.

"Look, you might have the wrong room but.-" I opened the door in the process of my talking dipping my head up to stare at the figure before sucking in a deep breath. My stomach dropped to my feet, breath having trouble escaping my lungs as I met his brown eyes that still had a little bit of makeup underneath them.

My first instinct was to shut the door on him in reflex, but it was like he had some weird spider sense and put his hand on the door to stop me from shutting the door, holding it open. I looked at his hand covered in his spiked bracelets, my stomach jumping.

With his jaw clenched holding the door open, he looked down at me with his intimidating height.

"Don't even try." He shakes his head, stepping forward closer to. "Let me in."

"No, you can't fucking come in." I shake my head frantically, blocking his entrance into my room. I couldn't even see over his shoulder to know if anyone was in the hallway, but my guess is how quiet it was that we were alone.

He walks leisurely forward, my eyes widening as his chest touches mine to push me back into the room. I wasn't strong enough and something about him didn't make me want to try and attempt any strength training, he was much bigger than me. He brought that same scent of cologne with him.

Once he was completely in the room, he shut the door behind him and leaned his back against the door.

"Get the fuck out." I say strongly.

"No." He shook his head, furrowed brows and a glare in his eyes. "Not until we talk about what the fuck happened."

"Get out." I say again, trying to be more assertive in getting strength in my voice.

"I promise you can't make me." He walks closer as I walk backwards further into the bedroom. "So what are you gonna do? Scream?"

"I've been told I can scream pretty loud."

"Please do, Snips." He suggestively says with a smirk on his lips, stepping up to me without backing down until the back of my legs meet the end of the bed.

"Why are you here." I snapped.

"You're on thin ice with me, you know that?"

"You had a creepy doll in your dressing room that was supposed to look like me, and I'M on thin ice with YOU?" I yelled out. "Who the fuck does that? What did you even want to tell me? Show me? Are you mentally deranged? You probably know that creepy dude in the alleyway I met a while ago." I started pacing in front of him, making him now back up away from me with a puzzled look on his face.

"I didn't ask for a life story on how you walk in an alleyway.." He whispers looking away from me like I was the one who didn't cause a threat. He suddenly plasters a small toothy smile while shaking his head. "I don't give a shit about any of that, actually."

"Then why the fuck did you invite me into your dressing room?"

"I was going to talk to you about your horrible attitude and why you think that you can just run shit around here, but then I saw what made you run out and I don't want someone scaring you. That's my job, y'know.." He motions between the two of us. "Making your life a living hell."

"You're disgusting."

His eyes dark and the crevices between his eyebrows become aggravated. His jaw clenched like he was about to snap from being called disgusting. "Look, the point is I didn't do that. I don't know who got into my dressing room last night, I don't know who is fucking with you but it wasn't me. If I wanted to scare you, I would've done something a lot more sinister. Come on now."

My heart started slowing down a bit as if the threat wasn't in the room with me anymore, it was outside the walls of this hotel. Despite his little threat he just said, it made me feel slightly better that he was admitting he didn't do anything--and I felt I could finally believe him this time.

"Okay, then who might've done it?"

"I don't know."

"Shouldn't you know who is stalking you? That's like your whole thing, being a freak and stalking people."

He grabs my chin solidly, making me look up at him.

"Watch it." He mutters. "Just because we are having a civil conversation doesn't mean you can talk to me however you want."

I pushed his hand back with a roll of my eyes, surprised he didn't fight me back or put his hand back on my chin.

"I'm not your property, I can talk however I'd like." I fight back, clueless in his mind really works and why he thinks he can touch me like we are connected somehow.

"You work for me."

"I work with you. I work for Ares and Karl."

"You don't think I can get her to fire you or have Karl change his mind? There are many stylists in the world who would want to be in your position." He threatens.

He was standing against the dresser in the hotel room, but it felt like he was right in front of me the whole time. I didn't feel safe with him alone, but a part of me was telling me to trust his words.

"Stop belittling me." I shake my head.

Sadly, I knew Hobie could take my job away. He has no idea why I'm really here and how badly I want to be in this industry, maybe not working for his band, but in the world of fashion. I can't have him snap his little fingers because of his little trantrums.

He was intimidating, too intimidating. Something about that constant twisted look in his eyes and how his personality seemed to jump around, and overall his vibe didn't sit right with me. There was more to this man than I knew, but it scared me to ever investigate it.

He froze looking down at me, his height making him ten times more alarming than before. I watched as his chest idly puffed up and down from breathing, like he was debating something, his ripped black t-shirt and his leather vest was open to expose a few deep scars on his collarbones. I wanted him to leave, I was uncomfortable with his presence. Something in me knew he knew I was uncomfortable with him being here by the way he just kept staring into my eyes. He wasn't high, but under his iris were a deep red color.

He finally moved his eyes from mine, drawing them to the open window in between us to the right. It's like he finally took in that I was under his spell because his plushed lips pulled into yet another small smirk on himself, followed by a subtle exhale through his nose.

I was about to jump backwards onto the bed to grab the phone and dial the front desk when I felt his hand grip my chin, using his thumb to direct my gase up to him.

"You and I, we shouldn't be friends." He whispers, animosity dripping from his tone. "I'll give you three chances before I get you kicked out of this job and blacklisted from this industry."

"Are you threatening me?" I whispered back.

He stared silently at me, his gripping slowly starting to tighten around my chin before dropping it completely, I thought he was going to say something else or agree, but he instead pulls me closer to him and grips my forearms.

We were in close proximity, face to face and nose to nose, I couldn't help but hold my breath in from the nerves. His eyes burned into mine as he held me upright, analyzing my features very finely. His eyes danced from my nose to my lips, to my cheeks to my chin and then back to my eyes. Like he was studying me incase he would forget what I looked like.

He suddenly pulls away and grins one last time, brushing his hands on his leather pants like touching me would make him sick to his stomach. I suck in my lips after licking them, watching him take a long stride towards the door.

"You have a fantastic night."

Despite his calm words, he slammed the door as loud as he could behind. I jumped slightly and flinched at the sound, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I heard that particular sound.

The minute I was alone, I let out the breath I was slightly holding, sitting down on my bed and throwing my head into my hands. My heart was racing even though he was gone, he couldn't get in and wouldn't be able to now. At least not from the other side of the door. I knew he wasn't going to come back in and now I could sleep.

But his threat was enough to keep me up all night.