I can't believe it! Madison just sent me a disturbing article publish in The Blaze. I thought for sure after I left Manhattan I wouldn't be in the tabloids anymore. I thought that the last story I was ever going have to see about myself was being MIA in Manhattan. But, now he could find me. The person I was scared of most, he knew exactly where I was. And now Hunter was going to question me if he ever saw that article.
She closed her journal violently in anger, then grabbed her phone off her nightstand but realized it was no use. She still didn't have Hunters number. She so badly wanted to call and cancel, but it was too late now. She peered at her clock realizing she only had a half an hour to get ready.
She stripped down and jumped in the shower. Normally she would have let the hot water sooth her body but she was lacking time. She quickly shampooed, rinsed then washed her body before getting out. Since Hunter obviously didn't care what she wore, she picked a random outfit from one of her boxes and threw it on. Her hair was still wet and she tried combing through the tangled mess. 10 minutes until he was coming. She quickly applied a small amount of make-up and looked at herself in the mirror. Well, today this was as good as it was going to get, she thought to herself. She let her hair air dry but, she knew it would be a frizzy mess later today. She combed through her hair one more time before heading down stairs.
Her phone let out a loud beep. As she pulled it out of her back pocket, her face turned white.
One unread message from Anonymous
I know where you are and I'm coming for you. –N
She knew exactly who that was from. Nick. The one and only person she was glad she was leaving behind in Manhattan. But, her perfect fairy-tale proved to be flawed. All she knew was that she had to protect Hunter. She knew what Nick was capable of but at the same time, Nick was cunning and always surprised her. Not in the good way, though.
Savannah saw Hunters range rover pull up through the living room window. Now was the moment of truth, if he saw the article or not. She hoped that he hadn't. She watched as Hunter got out of the car and made his way to the door. He was carrying something in his hands but she couldn't quite tell what. She opened the door for him and he greeted her with his smile. He was wearing an outfit similar to yesterday. Skinny jeans with blue a tee-shirt and a leather jacket. This was the first time she noticed the cross necklace hanging from his neck.
"Hey Sav. Is your mom around? My mom insisted on giving this to her"
"Yeah she's just in the kitchen." Sav said. She watched him head into the kitchen. She pulled out her phone again and quickly deleted the message as if it would solve the problem.
"Ready to go?" Hunter asked looking at her curiously.
"You know what I just realized. I don't have your number yet"
"No problem" he said taking her phone and typing it in.
They walked out to his car and got in. "So what are we doing today?" Savannah asked. She was up for doing anything. It didn't matter to her. She just needed to get her mind off of things.
"I was thinking we could take a tour of my world."
"What did you have in mind?" Savannah asked worried.
"There's this Mansion" Savannah perked up at the mention of a mansion. "It's called the Fontanel Mansion. Barbara Mandrell a famous country singer used to live there. It's the biggest log house in the United States. And a bunch of musician legends have signed the logs in the house" he said excitedly. Savannah thought about it. It actually did sound pretty fascinating, even know she had no clue who Barbara was. But, Hunter did seem excited about it and doing anything with him sounded fun. "Sorry I'm kind of a geek when it comes to the music world" he said.
"No it sounds fascinating. I just wish I would have gotten into the whole music thing back at home. I mean most of the parties I attended were classical music. So I grew accustom to that."
Once they arrived at the Fontanel Mansion Savannah couldn't believe her eyes. It was huge! It was probably bigger than the mansions she saw in New York. It had a perfectly mowed lawn. The entrance was a semi-circle shape. Savannah and Hunter got out of the car and hopped on the bus that took them from the driveway up to the house. When they got out, there was a tour guide standing there. Savannah wondered if they were going to have to go on tour with all the other people that were with them on the bus.
"Ready to go?"
"Leave?" She questioned.
"No, I come here a lot, so they said I could come and tour the place by myself or with a friend anytime I wanted. So you want me to give you the ultimate tour?"
"Yes" Savannah cheered. Her stomach suddenly became weak. Was that butterflies she was feeling? No of course not. Savannah did not like Hunter in that way. They walked into the main living room. It was huge! There were book shelves covering an entire wall except for the section that had the spiral staircase that lead up to the second floor. On the main floor Savannah's favorite room was the one with the indoor pool. It was built with logs and glass windows on the three sides that overlooked the huge yard. They walked through each room. Savannah had no clue she could be this into looking at a house. Under normal circumstances she probably would have brushed the idea off. But, being there with Hunter was the best part. He was an amazing tour guide. She guessed he had probably been here at least a dozen times. There was a room full of all different style guitars. Hunter picked on up and started strumming it. "Are you supposed to touch that?"
"Yeah, on the tours they stress that this is a house, not a museum. Everything in it is fair game. Just as long as you don't break it" he said.
Savannah listened to what he was playing and she could tell he was an amazing guitar player. "You're really good" she exclaimed.
He blushed. He hated when people praised him for being good at something. He much rather stay unnoticed. But, at the same time he couldn't help but feel nervous around Savannah. He wanted to make this day special even if she just thought of him as a friend. Just being with her was enough. He would never admit that though. He was way too shy when it came to the subject of girls. He'd like to avoid that conversation as long as he could.
They walked out back laughing about nothing really. Until they saw a private wedding going on. They quickly tried to hold in their laughing so they wouldn't disturb the couple getting married. They ran around the side of the house until Hunter stopped. Savannah looked up at the sign Café Fontanella. This mansion was so fancy it even had its own restaurant open to the tourist. They decided to pop in for a quick bite to eat. "Remember last time we were at a café?" Savannah said as if it was a long time ago, even though it was just yesterday.
"Yeah, so about that. I'm sorry it made it in the tabloids"
Crap. This was the part that Savannah had hoped wouldn't come up. She had managed to make it all day without either one of them mentioning a word. But, maybe he was talking about the other tabloids and not the one Savannah was thinking of. "It's not your fault, it’s out of anyone's control" She said wanting the conversation to end right there and then.
The waitress appear at the table in just the nick of time. They ordered their food but Hunter wasn't done with the conversation. "So there was this one specific one that caught my attention" he said.
Savannah couldn't bare it. She knew she had some explaining to do. "Oh yeah?" she said trying to play it off.
"Well it was an article from The Blaze in New York. Well... it mentioned something about this guy Nicholas. It was kind of weird why they said the last line in it." Savannah gulped. Here it comes, she thought. "I don't want to get into your personal business from back home..."
She cut him off, "Well then don't. I know what you're going to say. So please just don't" she said rather rudely. She didn't mean for it to come off that way but it had. The damage was done. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just-"
"You can tell me"
"I'm scared." Savannah admitted.
"Of what?" he sounded concerned.
"Nick, he knows where I am now. He even sent me an anonymous text this morning s-s-aying that he was coming for me" fear washed over her. She tried to choke out the right words. "I'm not comfortable with sharing what happened with him, but I'm worried he's going to show up at my house or something." she confided in him knowing that he could easily just walk right out of there if he realized how complicated her life was.
He didn't say anything at first, trying to come up with the right words. "Well I'm always here for you Sav. And I'm literally just a phone call away. I can be there in a minute if he shows up at your house" he said trying to comfort her. He had just the right words to say. It even made her laugh little. He was right, he was just a phone call away. She didn't think he could really do much though. Nick could be dangerous and Hunter didn't really look like the fighting type. "Maybe you should talk to your mom about this if you don't want to tell me"
"I guess you're right. Thank you" Savannah said. The food was already done and the waitress brought it to their table. Savannah hopped that there wasn't another fiasco like yesterday. She couldn't afford the papas giving out her location again.
"No problem. Everything is going to be alright" He hopped as well as Savannah.
Savannah's phone buzzed. She gulped and showed Hunter the message.
One new message from anonymous
Tell anyone and you'll regret it. I'm on my way. Be there soon. xx