He then wordlessly helped me inside while Houston and Rich caught up. The blades spinning made my hair whip my face and neck as Loren pulled me toward it without stopping. The same matte black helicopter they rode in when they crashed my festival was waiting for us. My question was answered, not by Loren, when we pushed through another door, this one opening to the roof. “And why are we going up instead of down?” “Wait, why aren’t we taking the elevator?” I asked him as soon as we started to climb. I didn’t think to slow down until Loren burst through the heavy door leading to the stairs. However, I was a thousand percent sure the three of them would kidnap me if I tried.Īfter returning to the hotel to pack and grab our shit, we were rushing down the hall from the suite we’d abandoned while Houston and Rich trailed us much slower while carrying our luggage. I’m guessing he didn’t want me to get away in case I changed my mind. Loren held my hand tight in his grip-enough to make it numb. I’ve been tasting chocolate and smelling cinnamon ever since.
We had a month before the second leg in Europe began, so I agreed, of course.
Just before tonight’s show, my boyfriends had cornered me, literally, and asked me to stay with them instead of returning to Los Angeles.
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