Chapter 142

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Friday, August 18


"Blake, hurry up! I got shit to do."

Today is the day of our show, and I'm excited. I've been practicing my ass off, and I just can't wait for everyone to see. But before tonight, I'm getting a new tattoo. Blake said he wanted to go with me, but he's taking forever.

"Relax," he said, jogging down the stairs, "you ready?"

"I've been ready."

"Well then lead the way, Mrs. Griffin," he said, slapping my ass.

I playfully rolled my eyes as we got in the car and headed over to the tattoo shop. When we got there, I got that feeling in my stomach, and it felt like someone was watching me.

"Babe? You okay?" Blake asked me.


I looked around one last time before we went inside the shop. As soon as we walked in, Abby grabbed my hand and hauled ass to the back.

"What are you getting today?" she asked.

"Brielle's name & date of birth right here," I said, pointing to the spot under my collarbone.

"That's so cute," she whispered while getting set up.

I smiled and moved the strap of my tank top, then looked at Blake.

"Are you gonna get one?" I asked him, even though I already knew his answer.

"Nah. I just came for moral support."

I laughed a little then stopped when I felt the needle on my skin. The whole time, Blake held my hand and watched attentively.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, still staring at the needle.


Once Abby was finished, I looked at the tattoo in the mirror and it was perfect. I thanked her, Blake complimented it and we left the shop.

Walking back to the car, it still felt like someone was watching me. I stopped in my tracks and looked around like I did earlier.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"I feel like someone is watching me."

He looked around just like I did, then put his arm around me and walked me to the car.

"Let's just go home. You gotta get ready for tonight."

I got in the car and tried to shake this feeling. Today is supposed to be a good day, and I won't let my paranoia get in the way of that.


Getting ready for tonight, I put on a black hoodie, harem pants and black high top Forces. Before I could go to the closet to get my bag, my phone rang. I didn't answer because I didn't know the number, but whoever it is called back three times. After the fourth time, I answered the phone but no one said anything. Feeling a little weirded out, I hung up and went downstairs.

As soon as I got in the living room, Blake came up to me like he had bad news.

"Oh God," I mumbled to myself, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said casually, "but we're gonna have to call Lupe."

"Why? I thought your parents wanted to watch Brielle."

"They did, but my mom heard about the show and she said she wanted to see it."

I narrowed my eyes at him and pursed my lips together. He was trying so hard not to laugh, which means he's hiding something.

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