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11/12/2022 04:01 PM

"And for once, Caroline wanted him to die."

Caroline had fought extremely hard to forget most of her life before she was adopted by her dad, it was just something that she didn’t care to dwell on. And it could be said that she had done a decent job in doing so, but there were few things that seemed to be just part of her. Little things. Things that didn’t exactly matter, like how her southern accent came out when she was angry, her grandmother’s apple pie recipe that she makes every year around the time she passed away, and not having the ability to not send handwritten thank you cards for gifts she received. That’s what she was doing. She was sitting on the floor of her office surrounded by wedding gifts with custom “Mr & Mrs Tesfaye” thank you cards that she had designed herself and now was filled with gratitudes in her neat cursive handwriting.

It had been going relatively well aside from the fact that it was the middle of the night and Caroline and Abel had barely been home from their honeymoon. She should be sleeping, but she simply couldn’t fall asleep without finishing the task, or it was that she avoided sleeping all together due to the nightmares that plagued her starring her stalker when all she’d rather do is dream of her husband. Preferably naked, but she’d take what she could get. She sighed quietly, the noise causing both dogs to lift their head from where they’d been sleeping beside her in between piles of bags and boxes. To say that they’d been a little more clingy since they got back was an understatement, especially Caesar who seemed to never be more than five feet from Caroline at all times.

She was happy to see a lot of the gifts were donations to Abel’s foundation and the children’s hospital that Caroline and Abel liked to volunteer at. They liked to drop into any of them if they had time on tour, and made the time if it wasn’t available. They just didn’t need to post about it or call TMZ for the good clout, they just liked kids and wanted to give back whenever they could. It was all relatively normal until she got to one of the last boxes, it was long and slender, tied with a bow that hadn’t been opened. That was strange, all the boxes had been tested and looked through by security, Abel wouldn’t let a single thing into the house without them being checked. It was starting to prove that every precaution they could take had to be taken.

She assumed that perhaps Jordan had tied the bow back, he didn’t want to hear her complain about the aesthetics. Or maybe this box was from her dad, and he requested that no one open it. That was most likely, she tossed her hair out of her face and pulled on the expensive ribbon. She sat it aside, because it was pretty and if it was from her dad, she’d keep it. Caroline could be rather sentimental when she wanted to be. She opened the box and tucked neatly between tissue paper, just a stack of a few papers. She picked them up and nearly dropped them as she started to read them.

Caroline’s brown eyes glossed over the details, but most importantly, it was a receipt for cemetery plots. Two of them. Including with custom tombstones with the name Caroline Marie Tesfaye, with the Tesfaye marked out in red marker, angrily, so much that it almost ripped a hole in the paper, she could only tell that it was Tesfaye because she could see the top of the “T” and the bottom of the “Y”, and another name, a name that had plagued her since she was able to find it. She nearly threw up, but the second name? “Alexander Williams” The name of her stalker.

She flipped through the pages, looking for any sign that it wasn’t real, like it was just another joke from him. It was a prank, right? It had to be. It was a gross and terrible prank. That’s what she repeated to herself as she shakily stood from where she was standing, leaving a terrible mess of cards and wrapping paper behind as she ran down the hall, “Abel! Babe! Babe! Babeeeee, Wake up.” she said, choking back tears as her feet moved quickly. The yelling had caused security to show up, “Caroline?! What’s wrong?” the man at the bottom of the steps asked and Caroline unfortunately was losing every ounce of self control with every step she took. She wanted to tear them up, to throw them over the banister and watch all the white pieces of paper fall to the ground like the snow she’s rarely seen. She wanted to say, “F*** you” to the man who wanted her to die, and for once? ……...Caroline wanted him to die.

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11/06/2022 09:33 PM

tester.

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11/03/2022 04:20 PM

invasion of privacy,

“What’s it like being all settled down?” A question that seemed every couple who had ventured down the path of getting engaged and later married would be asked at some point. It was like a right of passage, a question that people asked as a joke, like being with one person for forever sounded crazy, but to Caroline? It sounded perfect. Caroline had been “settled” down with Abel from the moment she’d met him for the first time. He was it for her, there wasn’t a single other human in the world that Caroline would want to spend forever with. The question was often asked like a joke, but that’s all she could want. After months of planning, everything went off without a hitch. Both of their weddings, a private and a public one on Halloween had been nothing short of perfect, and it was two of the best days of her whole life.

The planning had taken over a lot of their life, Caroline with the handpicking each and every detail, to make sure each little thing had a meaning to the couple and fit the aesthetic that she’d been trying to accomplish. Abel had his own planning; security. She knew that even though he had a good time, and he was more than thrilled to marry her, the date was also plaguing him. Her stalker had made it clear that he wouldn’t be stopping until she was dead, he wanted to be the one to steal her last breath and he’d been taunting the couple as their wedding date approached. But he didn’t show, all the security measures had worked and she wondered if he could breathe again. She wondered if now that they’ve made it all the way to Bora Bora and was checked into a private place surrounded by clear water that he’d be able to relax, and they could enjoy just being married.

That’s what they had been doing, enjoying being married, she was laying with her head on his bare chest after more than a few rounds of memorizing every inch of his body again with her lips, and fingertips, and she was certain that was what heaven would be like. Him and her all wrapped up in expensive silk sheets, clothes thrown around the room and the tv on some movie they’ve watched hundreds of times and his hands in her hair, the closest to perfection that she’d ever known, and unfortunately for the couple, rather short lived.

Her phone was vibrating on the nightstand, she ignored it for the first little bit, but it was basically going to vibrate off the table and into the floor with all the notifications. A quiet little annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she moved from his embrace to grab her phone. She had planned to just shut the thing off when she saw the missed calls from her dad, and birdie, and even Harry had tried to call her. She furrowed her brow, wondering what could possibly be wrong, they all knew that they were on their honeymoon.

It wasn’t just the missed calls and texts, her social media was blowing up. Her twitter mentions were in the thousands, and her instagram dms weren’t far behind it. She clicked on the link that was being shared over and over, and gasped immediately when she saw what everyone was freaking out about. She was staring at her wedding photos, not the public wedding that they’d both shared with the world, it was their private wedding photos, photos that could only be had by family and close friends that attended the ceremony. They had no plans of ever releasing them to the public, it was a private ceremony for the two of them to enjoy and be married without the prying eyes of the entire world.

“Babe, our wedding photos are online…”she started, as her brown hues moved from her phone to her half curious and half sleepy husband who had turned his phone off hours again, probably a little annoyed that they were being disturbed when they had metaphorically and literally hung a “do not disturb” sign on the door as they spent two weeks in Bora Bora. “you posted them, babe, you knew they’d blow up, what’s wrong?” he asked. “No, our wedding photos. The first one.” she said handing him her phone so that he could come face to face with the latest invasion of privacy.

It wasn’t just the photos that were alarming, it was the message that plagued them. “Abel. Caroline. You cannot escape me. I am always watching.” And the couple didn’t need to be told who the message was from, it was from her stalker. It was proof that even in another country, Caroline wasn’t safe and he was having far too much fun dangling Caroline’s life in front of Abel. She knew without him speaking he’d be livided, she knew how his lips pressed against her forehead as he threw the white duvet off of him and got ready to get up. She knew that he was happy she was alive, like every time he kissed her he was thanking the god that he didn’t believe that she was still with him, that she was still there. It made her sad that her husband had to be thankful that she was still breathing, that a psycho hadn’t taken her from him, because when it came to Caroline and Abel? It really was til death do them part.

Jordan was next to knock on the door, “Put some clothes on, lovebirds, we’ve got work to do.” he said from behind the door. Caroline felt anxious, her brown eyes searching the room for cameras, as if she’d be able to spot them. She pulled her knees up to her chest, feeling suddenly more exposed than she had moments prior when she was naked and falling in love with her husband over and over again. “What do you want to do, babe?” she asked, sliding off the bed and slipping into one of his t-shirts and shorts so that Jordan could enter the room. She didn’t know what would happen next, but she knew that she was getting more and more angry that her best friend and father was now brought into this messy game. “I’ll call dad, you talk to Jordan.” she said, grabbing her phone and walking towards the balcony. “Hi dad.” she said as she closed the door, he was desperately worried, asking over and over if she was okay. “I’m fine, Abel is talking to Jordan now.” she said as she leaned against the railing, her back turned from the water and her eyes watching Abel talk quickly, she hoped that she could be saved, because all she wanted to do was grow old with him.

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