Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Ezra has been writing like crazy, and I know he’s itching to get into the studio and finally lay down some new songs, but I have it on good authority that the eager fans won’t have to wait too long. It’s been far too long since they put out a new album, and sure, it has everything to do with losing Axel, so they can be forgiven, but since allowing ourselves the time to heal, the grief isn’t as crippling as it once was. It’ll never completely go away, and we will always ache on the inside, but now we’re looking forward to all the new experiences and adventures Demon’s Curse gets to have. Not to mention, it’s mine and Ezra’s chance to be a real couple, away from the limelight. Well, as much as Ezra can ever be, which isn’t much, but it still counts. We get to experience life together like normal human beings, build a home together, and fill it with love, and nothing has ever made me so happy.
Being the last show, Madds and I stand among the crowd instead of in the wings like I usually do, wanting to experience the show the way it was meant to be, which is only made better by the fact that after being back in Ezra’s life for five months, I finally know the lyrics almost better than he does.
We’ve been here in Switzerland for almost a week, and it’s been incredible. I’ve always wanted to come here, and I’m so grateful to Lenny and Louder Records for bringing me along on this tour and allowing me the chance to experience the world in a way I never would have been able to from the back of my car.
Dylan, Rock, and Jett do their thing as they start the intro for the first song on the setlist, and I clutch Madds tighter, never having been so excited in my life. I know exactly how Ezra is about to shoot out of the stage. I know how he will hold himself in the air for the two seconds that he’s airborne, and I know the exact stance he’ll take as he lands directly in the center of the stage, yet my stomach gets butterflies every time. It’s one thing getting to be with Ezra, but it’s another getting to experience him as Ezra Knight, the biggest rockstar on the planet.
Dylan finds us in the crowd, and considering we’re front and center, it shouldn’t have been too hard for him, and when he winks at Madds, she all but combusts next to me. The two of them are doing my head in. I shouldn’t have encouraged it so hard, but there’s no denying how perfect they are. They’re rocking the honeymoon stage, and while I love how in love they are, having to hear Madds recap their sexcapades makes me want to throw up. She’s not shy about the details either. Though I have to give credit where credit is due, Dylan clearly knows his way around the female body. Maybe it’s a guitarist thing. They’re all good with their fingers.
Madds squeals from beside me, and as Dylan grins back at her, she grips the bottom of her shirt and rips it up, letting her tits fly free. Dylan’s grin all but splits his face in half, and judging by the look on his face, he’s probably wondering just how soon he can shove his face between them.
I can’t help but laugh. I hope Ezra isn’t hoping for the same kind of show. Though, what difference does it make? After my father decided to live stream me in that hotel room, the whole world is intimately familiar with my tits. Not to mention, the video has been uploaded across the dark web and onto random porn sites. Ezra’s lawyers have been working overtime trying to scrub it from the internet, but no matter how hard they try, it seems I can’t escape it.
Shit. Too soon.
The reminder has my mood plummeting. I’ve been struggling a lot since that night. There’s no sugarcoating it; I’m a wreck, but I’ve been doing therapy, and so far, it seems to be working wonders. I still have a long way to go until I’m even remotely close to being okay, but just as Ezra promised, he’s been at my side every step of the way. And truth be told, I feel most at ease when I’m lying in his arms at the end of a long night.
He’s been my rock through everything, and I can’t wait for it to be over. Even in his death, my father is still haunting me. I can’t escape him. It’s been one thing after another.
I’ve had detectives bombarding both Ezra and me about his death. I’ve had the media asking me to sell my story, offering me millions of dollars with the condition that I give every sordid detail about the abuse I’d suffered at my father’s hand. I’ve been offered tell-all book deals and movie rights.