Chapter 2: Hayden

Have you ever gotten woken up from somebody throwing a rock through your window and the rock lands on your crotch? Well I sure have, let me tell you, it is not pleasant. I rose out of my bed and took the rock to move it onto my nightstand.

"I'm gonna name you Charlie" I told the rock.

Now that I think about it, this isn't the first time somebody has thrown something through my window. I don't know why, but I'm kind of considered a celebrity here in Washington. Maybe its because I'm gay and "attractive" or maybe because I'm a redhead. Every now and then I get crowds outside my house of fangirls and guys trying to get my attention to sign their faces or something dumb. I hear screaming outside, but not the normal "Noah!! Sign my face," these screams were threats from maybe about 35 people. I quickly get ready for the day and look outside the front window. To my surprise, there were at least 50 people threatening to kill me. Wouldn't be my first time. My phone has been blowing since I woke up in the morning, i look at my phone and see that my cameras that detect motion have been turned on since early this morning.

"Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you all? What did I do that made me deserve to die?" I yelled storming out to my front yard.

"YOU ABUSIVE PIECE OF SHIT!!!" Someone yelled in the crowd.

"IS THIS ABOUT WHAT KYUNG DID TO ME!?" I yelled back at the crowd.

The crowd went silent. A short girl that was probably in her mid teens pushed through the wall of people to me. She held her phone up to my face of a celebrity interview. It was Kyung.

A while back Kyung and I were dating. He's a very well known and loved actor. Long story short, almost a year had passed since we started dating, but he changed. He started to drink and do drugs. Only I knew about that and I kept it a secret from the world. He got drunk almost every night, he got high every day off. He started abusing me. I've had scars from him for a year. I started to put makeup on to cover up the scars and bruises he left on me. I had finally broken up with him a few weeks ago and the world went crazy.

"Noah…he, he started to get violent and hurt me everyday because he was jealous that i was more popular than him. He needs to be arrested for his actions. Look at this scar he left on me." Kyung told the interviewer, lifting his sleeve to show a scar that was brand new. When I say new, I mean like 3 days old.

"That son of a bitch. We broke up over 3 weeks ago and that scar looks 3 days old! I don't even know where he lives now. And he was the one abusing me!" I explained. "I have video and physical proof that it was him abusing me."

The swarm of people looked confused now.

"Thank you for showing me this." I told the girl. " I'm calling the police now so I suggest everyone leaves now!"

I run inside and call the police to tell them what is going on right now. They arrive and ask me a ton of questions. I hand them my phone and show them my security camera footage of Kyung shattering a bottle of beer over my head that knocked me out. There were videos of Kyung Raping me, cutting me, beating me, threatening me, and more. The officers were in shock.

"If that's not enough I can show you the scars and bruises I still have." I say, embarrassed to show them myself like that.

"No, that will be enough to get him arrested for life. I'm sorry that this happened to you. We will do all we can to help you." An officer told me. "If it's possible can we take your phone for evidence?"

"Of course." I say, handing the officer my phone.

I take a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. I head back inside before the crowd gets heavy again. I don't even want to look at any news or my phone in general for the next week. Maybe even a month.

"Well that was interesting. Right Charlie?" I asked the rock. What am I doing? I'm talking to a dumb rock. Oh well.

I walk back to my bedroom and rummage through my bedside table to find my personal phone. This one only has family and friends messages and calls. I dont have any social media on it for obvious reasons. It just helps me to connect to my friends and family without having to mask myself with a celebrity persona.

I pick up the phone to check my messages. I get spammed with messages from my friend, Hiroki and just other people who I forget I got their phone number from. I text Hiroki back saying, "Hey sorry, I was tied up with stuff. Call me when you have the chance and you can talk to me." Hiroki knew me before I got famous and he's supported me through hard times.

He should be home from school soon so I'll probably get a call from him soon. Like clockwork. He called.

I answer. "Hey, I got your text. What's up?"

"Noah, come here now! Hayden's house…it's gone."

I didn't know what was happening but all I knew was that I had to leave and fast. Hiroki and Hayden were in trouble and I couldn't care less about the paparazzi. I needed to get to my friend.

I picked up my bag quickly and got my running shoes on and ran fast. Closer I got the warmer the air felt. This was not good.