A famous instagram model. That was what you were. Having over 5.6 million followers, comes with consequences. On the average day you have about thirty people asking if they could get you in bed, ten people telling you to off yourself, and five people asking to just talk. Though, recently, letters have been coming in the mail. Weird, disgusting, letters. Nothing threatening, but, they are sexual.

You haven’t said anything to your fiancé, Easton. You said this is your problem, not anyone else’s. The stalker started sending packages. Packages of sex toys, pictures of sex saying this is what he’ll do to you. You couldn’t sleep at night. Your stomach churned every time you came home from a shoot, when your out in public, even at your parents house.

Tonight was no different. You sat up in bed, wasting dead asleep, snoring next to you. You felt as if you were being my watched, your stomach hurt.