Sierra's POV
The day I've been waiting for was here. The opening of my studio and my first official art exhibition.The slated time to begin was 10 am. By 8, Eve had everything ready at the studio, and with the help of the makeup artist and the designer, I was prepared for my exhibition.On our drive to the venue, I sat tensed, still not sure. “Nervous?” Jackson asked beside me.I nodded, wiping my sweaty hands with a handkerchief. “You'll ace this, don't worry,” he told me.We arrived at the venue but found the hall empty. “Place it right here,” we heard Eve at a corner.She directed a few workmen to place an empty canvas in the middle of the hallway, covering and sealing it to ensure it doesn't get opened up. That was meant to be the mystery painting.“Sierra, you're here,” she shrieked with excitement on spotting me.She took my hand, a proud smile on her face. “We got here finally,” she said, then checked hSierra’s POVFor hours, I was stuck in my room, with no interaction with the outside world. The moon shone brightly under the night sky. The night was quiet compared to the ruins of my plans hours earlier.I could tell when people came to the door, trying to force their way in to get to me. To insult me and get to see me tremble. No matter how right I was, they weren’t planning on listening.I dragged my gaze to the cabinet across from my bed. In the bottom drawer, my phone buzzed. For the past seven hours, it has buzzed and rang but I didn’t move. I knew what it was.I knew who it was.I thought I had escaped, but I hadn’t. Instead, I gave him more ways to mess with me. I gave him a reason to laugh at my expense. I should not have pushed this. I could have done something else.Now, I wasn’t sure how they were going to treat Elvis. I never wanted him to be affected by my life. I should have thought this through. I’ve tried to shut my eyes, get some sleep with the hope that when I woke
Sierra’s POVThe man’s fist came directly at me. I stood frozen as I watched him get closer, waiting for his hit, but Jackson rushed in, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him back.“You dare stop me?!” the man barked in anger.He pointed. “So you are the brother of this gold digger, huh? You two are in together. I’ll fuck you up-”Before the man could finish, Jackson punched him in the face, sending him to the ground. The man held his face; his companion nowhere to be seen. The man held his bleeding nose.“You brat-” he came at Jackson but Eve rushed in with a few guards.“Take him out of here,” Eve told the guards, and they pulled him away.I stood unmoving, my eyes unblinking, with my heart racing. “Sierra, are you okay?” Jackson asked, but I couldn’t speak.“I’ll take her out of here,” Eve told Jackson, and he nodded.Dragging my feet, we left the restroom, but stopped in the hallway. “Why does she look frightened? Can’t take what you dished out?” I heard someone say.“Why are
Sierra's POV The day I've been waiting for was here. The opening of my studio and my first official art exhibition.The slated time to begin was 10 am. By 8, Eve had everything ready at the studio, and with the help of the makeup artist and the designer, I was prepared for my exhibition.On our drive to the venue, I sat tensed, still not sure. “Nervous?” Jackson asked beside me.I nodded, wiping my sweaty hands with a handkerchief. “You'll ace this, don't worry,” he told me.We arrived at the venue but found the hall empty. “Place it right here,” we heard Eve at a corner.She directed a few workmen to place an empty canvas in the middle of the hallway, covering and sealing it to ensure it doesn't get opened up. That was meant to be the mystery painting.“Sierra, you're here,” she shrieked with excitement on spotting me.She took my hand, a proud smile on her face. “We got here finally,” she said, then checked h
Sierra's POV I arrived at Arthur's parents' house in minutes, but no matter how much I honked at the gate, no one opened up for me. I stomped out of the car to the gate, but none of the men even looked at me.“I need to speak with Diane. Can I go through?” I said, but I was met with silence.I wasn't planning on backing down. I must speak with Diane and today. Getting back into the car, I pushed on the horn, not minding how much noise it caused in the quiet, rich estate.Yes, I was crazy, and it wasn't going to just stop until I had Diane out here. There was no way she didn't know I was at the gate. She created all this. This was what she wanted, and I would give it to her.My phone lit up with a new message. [Wrong location, fool]My crooked smile only widened. She was trying to throw me off, but I wasn't going to have that. I kept on with my noise-making until I heard a tap on the window.I rolled down the glasses to
Sierra's POV “Do you think I'm selfish, Arthur? Have I done anything to make you think that?” I asked Arthur over the phone.I was in my studio, my canvas and brush forgotten as I watched Arthur on the screen of my phone. He paused for barely a second. “No, you are never selfish, and if you do anything that makes anyone think that, you must have your reasons,” he said.“That's what you think?” I said.“I know that, Sierra. Is something wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice.I wasn't sure anymore. Every minute went by, and it seemed like I was losing my mind. Just last night I thought I heard Elvis say something, but he woke up barely remembering anything.I asked if he was worried about something, but he said he wasn't, and it truly did look like he wasn't worried about anything. He was all smiles as he joined his friends on the school bus.I've had so many headaches recently that I've had to take drugs to relieve them
Sierra's POV It's been two days since my last visit to Arthur's parents' home. As much as I had it in mind that they still didn't like me, I expected some respect. Watching them let Diane insult me was worse than I expected.Unfortunately, despite all that, I couldn't tell Arthur. We've spoken so many times since then, and not only did I not tell him I visited them and was insulted, but I didn't tell him I was getting threats from supposed fans.“Found who it is?” I asked Jackson, joining him in his room.He shook his head, rubbing his forehead with a frown. “I've tried all I could. My friends in IT still couldn't get in. Did you click on some link?” he asked.I gave him a look. “Why would I do that? No, and I haven't gotten any suspicious links either,” I said.“I can't get into your phone and, from the looks of things, whatever was done on your phone has been transferred to the new one,” he said, the folds on his forehead grow