Don’t forget to share some
with Princess.
Love you,
J & D xo
I collect my yogurt and eat breakfast, sharing some with Princess on the couch, which has now become my second home. If I’m not in bed, I’m here. My life doesn’t consist of much. I haven’t left the condo since I arrived nearly a month ago. I’m pretty sure I’m starting to get cabin fever, but I’d rather that than go out into the public where those stupid paparazzi can find me so easily.
My mind runs in circles, thinking about whathe’sbeen doing while we’ve been apart. So I do the one thing I know I probably shouldn’t—I pick up the laptop and turn it on.
After my call withhimlast night, it sparked my interest. I Google ‘Colter Slade’ and sit there for a minute or so, my finger hovering over the enter key.
What is once seen cannot be unseen,keeps replaying in my mind.
I go to shut the laptop, but I stop myself.
With a deep breath, I hit the enter key, and a search listing comes up, including lots of pictures ofhim. Seeinghisface takes my breath away. I literally gasp. I can’t take my eyes off the picture ofhimholding the microphone in one hand and the stand in the other. Then, clearly tattooed on his forearm, isD & C - Until the End of Time.
I stare at it.
It’s as plain as day.
My heart beats so fast it’s hard to breathe. Tears form in my eyes as I enlarge the photograph to zoom in on the tattoo.
He got a tattoo for me?
Princess jumps on my lap, and her foot hits the keyboard, sending the page scrolling down.
“Princess,no!” I pick her up and set her beside me.
Looking back at the screen, there’s a headline and a link.
COLTER SLADE WALKS OFF STAGE AT CONCERT IN GREECE
[Click here]for the story!
The link is too enticing, and I can’t help but click on it.
It takes me to a gossip magazine site with a video. It starts withhimfinishing “Rapture,” then the music for “Until the End of Time” kicks in, and his face contorts as ifhe’sin immense pain.Hiseyes are watering ashelooks back at Dingo, yelling something. Johnny puts his hands in the air like he has no idea what’s happening.Hethrowshismicrophone to the floor, causing a large reverb in the speakers, andhestorms off stage. The crowd boos, and the video cuts out.
I press the back button, and it shows a list of links.
I scroll through the headlines until one catches my eye.
JESSIE BRADBROOKE TELL ALL!
How she lost her love child with
disgraced rock royalty, Colter Slade.
[Click here]for all the juicy details!
I know I shouldn’t.
I know this is like Alice‘falling down the rabbit hole.’
But I grit my teeth and open the page anyway.
