Chapter 1

Warning content: abuse, language, bad words, stalking, threatening

" I've caught you now, little mouse." He whispered into my ear as I trembles. It was hard to breathe. He held onto my head and fisted my hair, BANG! he clashes my head against the wall as my vision blurred.

~Earlier that day~

-3:00am- (in marceith street-in her apartment)

'Wheewooweewo' the sound of police then followed an ambulance. Every day I've lived in fear, as a public figure I have to face all types of people. Being a celebrity isn't as blessing as it seems and life decided to challenge me today in the middle of the night. I woke up from the phone ringing too damn loud. I reached for my phone to see 45 missed call of an unknown id. And I wasn't sure what to do until that person sent out a text. " C-crazy " I said to myself. The text says ' send me 1million dollars right now or I'll burn the whole building down' 'hurry now I'm right outside, I'll give you 10 mins'. I knew damn well it's my father, the one who abandoned me and my mother, the one that left my mother to die, the one that threatened me to stay quiet about the abuse that mothef-ker did , a drug addict and cheated on my mom and accused her of cheating then shames her infront of every one and now he's threatening me for money again right after he put my name under the shark loan contract and those men came and knocked on my door. They point the gun onto my head and demanded I give them the money instantly. I gave them the money and told them that "I was not involved with my father in anyway and if he ever put my name again I'll report it to the police and with all the sneaky shits that you do… you're gonna be in big trouble. I hope to never see you again ". said as I shut the door , relief came down to me at that moment I thought that everything is over but now… 'ring ring ring' I flinched as the door bell rang. I was petrified unable to feel my legs ' what if it's my father, am I gonna die? I am going to die. I am going to die' after 5mins it finally stopped I sent a message to my manager to let her know what was going on but got no response. I was able to pick myself up from the bed and grab a pan from the kitchen. 'Badump dadump' I can hear my heart beating so fast as I look to the peephole. My leg became so weak I collapsed on to the ground my hand still holding onto the pan. Relief struck me as I saw my managers face instead of my fathers.

To be continued…