Chapter 1

Raeleigh Campbell

POV

{I’ve never been more scared in my life; I never want to experience anything like that ever again. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know if I would have gotten away.

It’s a feeling I never want to experience ever again. I’m never going out without my security detail ever again.}

Today was a big day I had bought an outfit especially for today. I planned to wear a pink boho style short dress with a pair of thigh high suede tan boots.

My blonde hair was hanging loose curled; I didn’t bother with make-up. I wore make up so much when I was performing, I didn’t want to damage my skin. It was my third date with David, and I was beyond excited. David and I met at one of my shows in Kansas, we clicked and the rest was history.

"What the fuck are you wearing Leigh?!" David shouts causing my to jump in shock. Why was he in my room?

I turn to him as he walks up to me.

"What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” I ask weakly.

He glares at me. "We can’t go out with you showing your body off to everyone. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend. I don’t like you showing it to everyone else. When I haven’t even seen you naked." he says

I frown. “I wear dresses just like this onstage. I don’t understand why you’re upset.” I didn’t understand where all of this was coming from.

He glares at me before rolling his eyes. “Let’s just get out of here...” He says pulling my hand and walks out of the house. I was alone at home; my parents were taking my siblings to see a show they’ve been excited about seeing. They have been talking about it for weeks.

“I love you baby with all of my heart" David says.

My smile is strained. Something about the fact that he got into our house without me knowing and the way he reacted when he saw my dress, gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I was excited about dating him but now I don’t know. I was scared. A fear that I felt deep within my bones.

"I love you too..." my response comes out weak and unconvinced. It didn’t convince me as I was sure it didn’t convince him either.

The entire ride to the movies I’m deep in thought. I don’t think I can be with him anymore. Maybe I wasn’t ready for dating. Speaking to him had always been easy, I wanted to see if I’d have the same connection with another guy, but nothing would ever come close to it. I knew that now.

David places a hand on my thigh causing me to jump. The rest of the drive, I look out the window, trying to dismiss the way his hand on my thigh freaks me out. How I was talking myself out of jumping out of a moving car because his hand was on my thigh.

We walk into the movies together holding hands, I could feel the stares on me. I forgot what it was like going out in public without my security detail.

"This is why I didn’t want to go out!” David shouts causing me to jump once again.

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"Rae wake up you'll be late for your interview again..." Mom says from my bedroom door, waking me up from my nightmare...

I groaned out and turning to covering my face with the comforter, I hated mornings, I hated being woken up even more.

I dreamt of a time I’d rather forget. It’s been three years, yet it still haunts me to this day.

Urg, I hated early morning interviews. Who needed those anyway? couldn’t they just email me the questions?

We’re the best, we rock, the best girls on the block...

My phone rings I know it’s Riley... It’s a ringtone I set for my little sister. It was a song we recorded together when we were kids.

I reach for my phone by my bedside table.

"Hello" I answer lazily.

"Get up Ray-Ray, you’re going to be late for your interview." she says. She knows me so well.

"You’re not supposed to have your phone on at school, Ri.” I remind her. I close my eyes; I have a migraine the size of England.

"I have a free period... So, how's Mr popular?" She asks.

I roll onto my back and sigh. "When my Miranda suggested this darn relationship, I thought we could be friends but I’m annoyed...”

Truth be told I hadn't seen my so-called boyfriend since long before my tour ended. Months ago. We weren’t friends, we never even texted one another. We communicated through our assistants; and agents we didn’t even have each other’s phone numbers. Carson was an actor, not even successful and that was why he needed our relationship to work. This was to show that I was relatable. I didn’t want to be relatable if it meant lying to my fans. Plus I hated Carson with everything in me.

"I can’t wait to see, you got in so late last night and you were still sleeping when I left this morning, so I didn’t want to bother you." She says.

I got home from my tour last night. Riley couldn’t make it to any of my shows because of school, so we haven’t seen each other in a couple of months. "You’ll see me later after the show." I say softly.

"All good... We should try that new sushi place on fifth for dinner... I hope you out of bed" she warns.

I let out a laugh sitting up in bed. “I’m sitting up. It’s progress." I know mom will be back up here in a second when she realizes I didn’t get up after she woke me.

"One would think you’re ten with the way you struggle to get up in the morning...” she teases.

I roll my eyes as I stand up from the bed. "Yeah, yeah, you’re funny. I’m going to get ready before mom’s comes back up...” I tell her.

"Okay good. I’ll speak to you later...” she says before hanging up.

Many people didn’t understand why I still stayed with my parents at age twenty, well many people didn’t tour half the year at a time and didn’t see their family half the time. I had an apartment in New York and in Boston.

Though my Boston apartment was going to be up for sale soon. I haven’t been there in over a year. But paying rent for a place I wasn’t staying in didn’t make sense. Plus, a stalker found the address and stayed in my apartment going through my things. I didn’t have much there, but it still felt like an invasion of my privacy.

My security team and legal team is sorting it out. We’re getting a restraining order against the man. When I wanted to be famous as a child, I didn’t realize it would mean strangers walking into my house when I wasn’t home and making themselves comfortable.

I love what I do, and I know I’m extremely blessed to be in the position I am in. Having fans who adore me and pay money to see me and buy my music. No many artists have it the way I do. Many signs with record labels who steal from them or work them to the born. I was lucky enough to work with the Jacobs family. They made sure I was taken care of.

I walk over to my closet to choose something to wear to the studio.

I knew I going to wear sweats...

I walked into my bathroom... My bathroom was a Victorian style, I designed it two years ago, my parents had me redesign my entire bedroom and bathroom for my birthday.

I loved all things girly like unicorns, butterflies, stuffed animals and fluffy and soft things I loved anything fluffy and cute... Just like my long-haired cat named Tempie after my favourite tv show Bones. Temperance Brennen is who I aspire to be. She’s my spirit animal...

I took a quick shower and walked to my walk-in closet and grabbed a grey sweatpants and matching shirt.

I got dressed and ready.

I walk downstairs our chef is busy setting the table... We only had a chef because my mother and father still kept their full-time jobs and couldn’t be home all the time. We have a butler as well.

"Miss Raeleigh the driver is here..." Brent our butler says.

“Thank you...” I smile at him.

I grab an apple and make my way out of the house. Mom must be in her study working.