Hush, be careful of what you say

Arin POV

I barely slept through the night, I kept re-thinking about everything. At one point I even started talking to myself, to try and evaluate everything and what I should do. I even listed some points on a piece of paper – should I stay with the band or leave?
I didn’t want to leave the band, I loved being part of it and damn I felt so alive. Fans loved me, I loved the feeling I felt on stage while playing the gig and the guys are great. Even though sometimes they piss me off, like last night.
On the other hand if I leave the band my life wouldn’t be in jeopardy. The first day that this hacker started bothering me, by writing that stupid post about me, I never thought that it would end up to this. Wanting to drug me, damn that is some serious shit over there! And I can’t stop thinking about it: I’m scared of drinking my own water now, afraid that she might have been into my home and did something.

What should I do? I don’t want to leave! But I think it would be wise. Even for them, they shouldn’t go through this shit because of me. Because of the hatred one person has against me. They should record their new album and start their tour in peace, rocking the world, and not making sure that I am okay like some kind of bodyguards.

To make it worse, today we are supposed to meet at the studio at one in the afternoon. We are supposed to discuss some tour dates and places to visit, and to make the final touched on the album.
But I am not feeling it. I don’t want to face them, I haven’t made my decision yet and I am still pissed at Brian. I get his point, I truly do, but I can’t believe that if something like that happened again he still wouldn’t tell me.
Sometimes I think he’s a bit of a mad person!

I go downstairs and check my phone. I have one text message from Marissa. Hmm, maybe I should phone her or maybe even meet her to help me get rid of these thoughts from my mind.
“Hello?” I hear a sweet voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey Marissa”
“Oh hey you. I’m sorry if I bothered you with my text!” she excuses herself. I chuckle a bit, gotta love how cute she can be.
“Don’t worry about it babe! Actually it’s for the better! I had a shit night last night, I wouldn’t mind some kind of distraction” I tell her softly.
“And that’s where I come in!” she laughs.
“You want to come over?” I ask her.
“Sure thing. Let me dress something appropriate and I’ll be there within an hour. Just text me you home address”
“Will do! See you in a few!” I tell her excitedly and I hang up.

I look around my house, I’m quite an organized person but I still have some shit laying around the living room and my room. So I get up and started rearranging everything, putting everything in its place while I also make sure that there are a couple of bottles of beer in the fridge.
Once I am ready I head to the shower to refresh a bit, and as soon as I am ready the doorbell goes off.

Hmm, I wonder to myself that she is a bit early, a bit unexpected when it comes to ladies. But that’s great, more time for us.
As soon as I go to open the door I find myself being shoved backwards until I am pinned to the wall by a masked guy, wearing black clothes.
One of his hands is on my mouth, I cannot yell or even bite his finger off. I try to get away from his grip but damn he is strong. He is buffer and taller than me, and I cannot find enough strength to push him away from me.

“Let me tell you something dude!” he starts whispering to my face in a low, manly voice. I don’t recognize the voice, I cannot tell if I know the person or not.
“You better quit now rather than later, it would be for your own good! This is one last final warning, you don’t want to know what will happen next if you don’t do what is expected from you!”
What should I do? What is he talking about? Is he working with the hacker?
Fuck, I cannot ask these questions since his hand is still tightly around my mouth. I try to move my face as a sign that I need to speak, but he ignores it.
The next thing I know is that I feel a sharp pain to my left cheek and then to my stomach. Instantly I fall to the ground with pain, as he kicks me hard with his feet – hitting my stomach area. I crouch with pain, hands on my stomach and yelling in pain.

The next thing I know is I hear another doorbell going off. I open my eyes and find myself on the ground. I look at my hands, they are a bit bloody and my stomach is hurting like a bitch. I must have lost consciousness after being hit by that intruder. As I am trying to get up, the doorbell goes off another time and this time there is also loud banging on the door.
Shit, it must be Marissa.
Slowly I get up and drag my body to the door.

“Arin Ilejay?”
I look in surprise and shock, not sure of what is going on. “Yes that is me. What is wrong officers?” I ask the three policemen standing in front of me.
“We have a search warrant to check your house” one of them shows me the paper as the others barge in inside my home.
“What is going on? What are you looking for?” I ask them as I look at the policemen inside my home.
“It would be wise if I ask that question first. You look like you have been in a fight, sir” the policeman standing at the door asks me.
“Actually a masked man came to my house, threatened me and kicked me hard just a couple of minutes ago. But I think he left my house”
“You think?” he asks me surprised.
“You brought me back to consciousness. I hadn’t any time to look around for him”.
“Hmmm” he says, looking inside.

As I look inside I see a complete mess, they were opening all the cupboards and emptying them like they are looking for something specific.
“Can you please tell me what is going on officer?” I ask him politely, but right now I am actually more than pissed off.
“Found it!” one of the policemen yells from upstairs.
I see him running down the stairs while the other policeman stops looking. I see him with a black suitcase in his hands.
He comes in front of me. “Do you know about this?”
“No I haven’t seen it before. That is not mine!” I admit.
He slowly opens the case and I realise it is full of money. It must be worth thousands of dollars.

“What the fuck?!” I say in astonishment.
“My Ilejay, you are under arrest for theft of money. Anything you say can and will be used against you!” one of the policemen says as he grabs my hands and puts them in handcuffs.
“What?! I am an innocent man! I don’t have anything to do with that case! Please believe me!” I yell as they grab me and get me out of my own home.
I didn’t want to get into the car. “Please I beg of you, I am innocent! I am being framed!!”
But it was all for nothing! They force me inside and slam the door into my face as we start to drive to the police station.

This is not happening right now!

Notes

Uh-oh! Arin is in trouble! :O
Is the masked man working for the hacker? Was he the one who left the suitcase there, or did Arin do something wrong? What will happen next?

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