Absolutely Unforgivable(78)
The bad part about the soundproofing was that we could no longer hear what was going on outside, something I desperately wanted to know. I needed to know. Not knowing was just too much pressure. I started to panic. I could feel my heart beating louder and faster. I took slow deep breaths trying to regain my composure. I didn’t want to pass out. I needed to keep it together, not only for Billy but for all the other girls who were in here with me right now, scared out of their minds.
Hearing the soft whimpers coming from the girls all huddled together, I turned to face them and when I did, I remembered the cameras Billy had put in this room. There was no sound but we could see almost every part of the house from here. I started flicking switches and as I did the cameras came to life and the screens lit up showing us different spots. There was a shot of the gate, of the front door, of the back door, of the side of the yard near the terrace where the last crazy guy had appeared. There were a few cameras in the house including the kitchen, the foyer, the living room and one in the upstairs hall.
Swarms of police soon arrived and did as the boys were, walking around every inch of the house inside and out looking for an intruder.
Kita, who was locked in the safe room with us, told us what she had seen when she was coming home from the grocery store. There was a man with a large knife, like a machete, coming out from around the corner of the house. The loud thump we heard was the man jumping the fence getting to the backyard or perhaps Kita running her car into the house. She was so freaked out by what she had seen, she wasn’t paying attention and told us that she bumped the car into the wall.
I couldn’t understand how the alarm didn’t go off. I thought they had long since secured the grounds. We eyed the cameras carefully, looking over every inch of the house and yard we could see.
Eventually the search of the grounds was called off and the door to the safe room opened. Still cautious, we made our way out of the room and ran into the arms of the men waiting for us, to comfort and reassure us.
But in a way it was a false sense of security because out there somewhere was a crazy man with a big knife, waiting for his opportunity to get back in. It might not be today, it might not even be next week, but one day, I knew he would try again.
That night Billy and I made the news again. The story was about our intruder but still Trista delighted in the fact that they mentioned us playing at Rowdy’s this Thursday and Friday night.
As expected the bar was packed; it was standing room only. Vin hated every minute of it and made sure that he, Devin, and Rocco never left my side the entire time. While at times in the past I liked to give him a hard time about how much he watched over me, after the incident with the machete-wielding psycho, I stayed as close to him as I could, just in case.
Things between Billy and me were great. Our love was new and exciting and the more we were swept up in each other's bliss, the more our fans seemed to follow along and revel in it as well.
I guess to some it might seem strange how we lived our lives in the public eye, tweeting pictures of us having breakfast together or shots of him throwing me in the pool, something he enjoyed all too much. There really was no part of our life that was off limits, at least not in the minds of Brick and Trista.
They captured and broadcast every tender moment that they could. Minus that, to me our lives were perfect. I don’t think that I had ever been as happy in my life. I was definitely in the love bubble, completely unaware of anything else going on around me. I was happy. Billy was happy. We were together and that was all that mattered to me.
I even somehow found a way to ignore all the girls that would fall over themselves just to get a look at Billy while he was onstage and the swarms of girls that tried to touch him when he wasn’t.
Chapter 15 - Good Morning Houston
The day of our big television appearance had finally arrived. The only problem was we had to be up really early as it was a live show and it started at 6 am. We weren’t scheduled to be on until 8 am, but still they wanted us there early for preparations.
The host of the Good Morning Houston show was a sweet lady that came into the green room to give us a welcome. When she did she took one look at Billy and let out of soft, “Oh my.” All the girls giggled. It was something by now we had seen and heard a million times. Billy was drop dead gorgeous, even at this time of the morning.
It was so early and nobody was really awake yet, so for the most part the gang was pretty subdued, barely paying attention to the production assistant who came in after the show’s host to give us some instructions while Trista was frantically pouring cups of coffee down the boys’ throats trying to make sure they would be awake enough when it came time for them to go before the cameras.