The tears flowed like rivers, streaming down my cheeks. I breathed heavier nearly gasping for air. My throat burned as I cried in Aubrey's arms. I wished I was in the arms of my husband instead. I wished he would have stayed, so I could explain everything to him. So we could figure out our problems together.
It seems like lately, he thinks so unfavorably of me. It hurt so much that he didn't trust me anymore and he thought that I could betray him. I know I was wrong to keep things from him, but I did it because I thought I was protecting him and our family. I never asked him about how many women he slept with and who they were, so I figured he wouldn't care either. I accepted him and his past unconditionally. I never judged him or threw his past in his face. It didn't seem to matter At this point, it didn't seem like we're going to make it if his only solution was to leave instead of trying to work things out.
Aubrey gently rubbed my arm. I heard his voice, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was thinking about Avery so much that I almost forgot that he was here. He called my name louder, making me look up at him.
"Huh?" I inquired.
"Blaire, are you going to be okay? Do you need me to stay?"
"No. That will only make things worse."
"Probably would. I'll talk to him."
"It doesn't matter... I don't know what to do to fix any of this, " I sniffed.
"It's going to be fine. You have to calm down, okay? The little one in there needs you," he said, pointing at my belly.
I rubbed my stomach and instantly calmed down. I didn't want to lose another child. I wiped my face with my shirt.
"Thank you, Aubrey. I'll be okay. You have a show tomorrow. You should get some rest," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. I'll be okay... I'm glad we cleared things up."
"Me too. Get some sleep."
"Okay. Thanks again."
He gave me another hug and headed toward the front door. We said goodbye and I watched him get in the car. I came back inside and locked the door. I went to set the alarm, but it kept saying error when I tried to put in the code. I thought that was weird but then again my mind has been so scrambled lately. I could have just forgotten it since I haven't actually turned it on in weeks or Avery could have changed it and forgot to tell me.
I turned off the lights in my formal living room and headed to the kitchen. I needed a snack. It seems that lately, I've been really hungry all the time. I turned on lights on the way there because I was a little scared about being home alone. Once I made it to the kitchen, I made myself some nachos with extra guacamole and salsa.
As I ate at the island, I felt weird. As if someone was watching me. I can't even explain it. It was this strange feeling as if someone was hovering over me. I was starting to freak out. I had to take deep breaths to calm down. I took my phone out of my pocket to call the security supervisor to see if he saw anything. I think his name is Adam. The phone just rang and rang. I didn't have any of the other guys' numbers. They just told me to call this number and they would answer no matter what. I kept calling. The fact that no one was answering after several attempts didn't make me feel any better. I tried to think positively.
Maybe they are on a break or the phone died. I'm just being paranoid.
I haven't been alone in a long time. No matter how I tried to think rationally, that feeling of being watched became stronger and stronger. I began to think about the worst scenarios; like a home invasion or a serial killer. All I could think about was protecting myself. I remembered the pocket knife in my sweats' pocket.
I regretted telling Aubrey to leave. As well as I regretted buying a house that was kind of secluded with a forest behind my backyard. Things that never bothered me were freaking me out. I just wish Avery was here. I would feel better if he was with me. I just needed to hear his voice. I hope that he wasn't too far from the house. I called him and he answered on the first ring.
"I know you are mad at me, but you need to come home. I'm really scared. I feel like someone is watching me," I panicked.
"Calm down, baby. I'm on my way home. Did you tell one of the guards?"
"No one is answering," I said nervously.
"Sh!t! I'm coming. Go to the panic room right now!" he ordered.
I was torn between going to the panic room or just getting in my car and leaving the house. The panic room is in the basement. In all the scary movies that I watched it was never any good things happening in the basement. Then I saw a light go off in the hallway. I knew that something was wrong. I prayed my worse fears weren't going to come true. I got down on the floor and hid under the counter.
"Okay. I'm really scared. Something isn't right. I-," I whispered.
Then I heard footsteps. They were soft as if the person was in the back of the house. I was so afraid that I was shaking and crying. I had to put my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I was scared to move.
"Blaire! Blaire! Talk to me."
"Someone is in the house. I'm calling the police," I whispered.
"Blaire!" he yelled.
I wish he would just shut up. I didn't want whoever it was to hear me. I hung up and thought about my next move. I knew Avery kept a few guns in the house and he taught me how to use them. I personally didn't like having them in the house with kids but in this crazy world and his celebrity status, I knew it was better to have them.
It was one of those times to have it. I hoped that I could get the gun in our bedroom. That was the only one I could think of that I knew the code by heart. I also planned on hiding in the closet until the cops or my husband came. I didn't know where my car keys were to leave and I knew I couldn't outrun anyone. I quietly got up. I didn't see or hear anything. I had my phone in my hand and my knife in my pocket. I headed upstairs to get the gun out of his closet. I felt if I had that gun, I was going to be okay.
As soon as I approached my bedroom door, I was grabbed harshly by my ponytail and yanked down to the floor, making a smacking sound. It hurt so bad and I screamed at the top of my lungs for help. I kicked and swung hoping to hit something but all it did was make the person yank me harder and hit me in the back of my head. I continued to scream in pain.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled harshly.
I knew exactly who it was holding onto me. Deep down I knew he would come back and cause more harm.
"I told you to keep your fu*king mouth shut!" he yelled.
"I didn't tell anyone. I swear," I sobbed.
"Liar! Why are people asking for me and looking for me then? I told you if you said a word to anyone. I was going to kill your family. After I kill them, I'm taking you with me so we can be together. Let's start with that little boy of yours," he said, dragging me toward the nursery.
He’s evil and demented. He thought that I would want to be with him after all he's done to me. I would rather die than be with him. He continued to drag me as I tried to fight him. I was relieved that my kids were gone. He didn't seem to know that.
"Please, Henry, STOP!! I didn't say anything. I don't know why someone is looking for you. I swear I didn't say anything. Please don't hurt my babies," I begged.
I really didn't know why anyone was looking for him. The only person I told was Avery and he knew the risk of letting this out, so I knew it wasn't him.
He kept pulling at my hair. I felt like my scalp was going to come right off. I could bear the pain. I wasn't going to take this anymore. It was just him and me. I was going to fight. My adrenaline was pumping and my heart was beating out of my chest. I grabbed the knife from my pocket and started stabbing at him. I missed a few times and then I finally got him. Then I stabbed and stabbed until he let me go. He hissed in pain and roughly knocked the knife out of my hand. As I tried to get it, he pushed me hard causing me to fall on my stomach. Excruciating pain shot through my abdomen. As hot tears ran down my face, I sat up and instinctively touched my belly, hoping that my baby was alright.
My stomach, hands, and head were throbbing in pain. I was a little dazed and unable to move. Henry used my moment of weakness to his advantage. He got ahold of me again. His grip was stronger as he grabbed at my face and pulled my hair. I had to get away from him. So I dug my nails into his hands as hard as I could. He cursed as I clawed at his hands. Then he briefly let go of my ponytail. This was my opportunity to hurt him bad enough to get away. I broke free and kicked him in his balls as hard I could. He groaned and fell onto his knees holding his sack.
"You stupid b!tch!" he spat.
I ran toward my bedroom. With everything in me, I made it inside and locked the door. I went into Avery's closet shaking uncontrollably. I found the case that housed his gun. Somehow I calmed down enough to open it. I quickly loaded it and turned off the safety. With the gun in my hand, I went to my nightstand and turned on the lamp. I picked up the phone to call for help but it was off the hook. I sobbed when I realized I couldn't make a phone call for help.
Damn! Where the hell is Avery? Anyone?
I prayed for help and guidance to make the right decisions. The loud banging on my door made me jump. Henry was screaming, cursing, and threatening to kill me. I pointed the gun at the doors.
"Leave me alone! If you come in here, I'll kill you," I threatened.
The banging would not stop. The wooden doors began to crack. I knew he was eventually going to knock them down. I kept my aim at the doors, waiting for the moment when they would finally give in. I never thought I'd be in this situation. I never thought I'd ever need to shoot or kill a person.
When it came to Henry, it was me or him. It wasn't going to be me. I wasn't going to let him hurt me, not ever again. The door finally busted open. I saw his face full of hatred and anger. He paused when he saw the gun pointed at him.
"So, you are going to shoot me? After all that I've done for you? If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be with the great Avery Profit Rowland. I made you who you are. I taught you everything you know," he rambled.
"Shut up!" I screamed.
"Look at you, shaking like a damn leaf. You can't even do it, Blaire and you know it! I own you! You are mine! You will always do what I want even if I have to force it out of you. So put the f*cking gun down!" he seethed.
Did he think I was stupid?
He was even crazier than I thought. No matter what, I wasn't going to put the gun down. I had the upper hand and I wasn't scared of him anymore.
"I'm warning you, Blaire. I swear I'll gut your kids just like I did your guards and make you watch," he threatened.
He pulled out a blade from his back pocket and brandished it at me. I held my ground. He mumbled something under his breath and stormed toward me. It seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. I took a deep breath and focused on his every move. I aimed at his chest and pulled the trigger three times. His body took the impact and he fell on the floor with a loud thud. Then blood slowly leaked from his chest and pooled onto my floors. I stood in shock at what I just did.
I pointed the gun at his lifeless body. I feared that he would get up and try to hurt me again, but he never moved. That's when I realized I just killed him. I killed someone. My stomach churned at the sight and I felt nauseous.
It seemed out of nowhere, Avery rushed into our bedroom, making me take my eyes off of Henry and focus on him. I saw the panic all over his face, the tears in his eyes. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Sight was the only one of my senses that seemed to work. I honestly didn't know what Avery said or did until he took me into his arms and took the gun out of my hand and placed it on the bed.
"Look at me, Blaire. Baby, say something. I'll tell the cops that I did this, okay? Come on, Bee. Can you hear me? Say something, please," he begged.
That snapped me back into reality. I vigorously shook my head no. Then all the words swarming inside my head finally made it to my mouth.
"I can't let you do that. It was self-defense. He was going to kill me. He said that he killed the guards," I said.
“Blaire, I can’t-.”
Then Anthony came in with a solemn look on his face. He looked around the room and then Henry. He checked him for a pulse. He looked up at me and stood up.
"He's dead," he confirmed.
Then he embraced me and asked if I was okay. I didn't know what to say because I wasn't okay. I just stood there crying. Then I heard the sirens of the police. I prayed that they believed me and I hoped that this was the end.