Backstage by Mandy Bee (guided reading books TXT) 📕

I don’t want to be treated any different then how I was before. Promise?”

“No, I will not promise that!” Chris almost screams “You were attacked by a fucked up fan, I will not let it happen again! You will have a bodyguard from now on, you will not go anywhere alone, and you will just have to deal with it!”

“I’m with Chris on this, we are not going to let you get hurt again. When you get off this bus there will be a bodyguard waiting for you, and you will not go anywhere without him. You will not walk around any of the arenas by yourself, you will not walk back to the bus by yourself, are we clear?” Justin is giving me orders? Oh I don’t think so!

“I may have to put up with him trying to order me around but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you do it! I will agree to the bodyguard, but only if I get to interview and pick him myself. I will not have some jerk with a gun following me around because your security team let a psycho bitch attack me!” I’m okay with the bodyguard, a little more then I’m letting on. But I will not let them think they can order me around.

“What about Tom? Didn’t you like him?” Chris asks while pulling down my bed and pointing for me to sit.

“I didn’t know he came with us.” I’m looking at Chris, I don’t want to look at Justin right now, he pissed me off.

“Most of the guards did, will Tom work or do you want to meet some of the others?” Chris is taking my shoes off while talking, I don’t care about this, I don’t think could do it myself tonight anyways.

“Yes I liked Tom, he will work. But he will take orders from me, no one else. Deal?”

“Deal, now I’m going to go get you some night clothes but I need you to stay here and calm down.” Chris kisses my forehead then leaves.

“Still mad at me?” Justin asks, while relaxing on the couch.

“I don’t know, you tell me. Should I be mad at you? For the bitch attacking me, no that wasn’t your fault. For you trying to order me around, yeah dumbass I’m mad at you for that!”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt again. I promise you I will do everything I can to make sure no one hurts you like this again. I’m so sorry.” He has walked over to me and is holding my hand, damn as much as I want to be mad at him, how I can be?

“It’s not your fault Justin. Can we not talk about all this anymore, please?” He just shakes his head. “Hand me the remote, if I missed my show then I will be mad.” I giggle.

When Chris comes back with my clothes I make them both leave so I can change. Chris fought me on this, he said I would need help because of the pain. I told him the only thing I would need help on was unhooking my bra, and I would just wear the bra to bed for tonight. Justin gave me a hug and told me he would be back in a few minutes, then he ran his hand down to the middle of my back and I felt the snap!

“Bra’s unhooked now!” He laughs and walks out!

“Dude, I should kick your ass for that!” Chris is dying laughing while following him out.

I start to stretch but the pain hits, I let out a deep groan. Then I realize I’m alone, where is he? He was here when I fell asleep. I slowly climb out of bed and put my hoodie on. When the girl knocked me out I landed so hard on my side that it feels like I broke a rib. Luckily nothing is broken, just my whole side is bruised black and blue. Forcing myself to go slow I walk to the front of the bus looking for Justin. I see Tom sitting on the couch reading, his Kindle is just like mine, cool.

“Miss Marshall, how are you feeling today?” He asks, he is a teddy bear of a man.

“Tom please call me Flower, I hate to be called ‘Miss Marshall’. And I’m hurting today. Where is everyone?” I try to sit down gently but it still hurts.

“They’re at sound check, and Mr. Crow is waiting for you to call him.” Sound check? What time is it? I look over at the clock and its already three in the afternoon, goodness how long did I sleep?

“I don’t know where my phone is, so Mr. Crow will have to wait a little longer.” I smirk at him. I really hope Justin doesn’t make Tom call him that.

Fighting with Tom is worse then fighting with Chris. I wasn’t allowedto get my own coffee, fix my own breakfast, or even stand up without him helping me. I was allowedto take my meds by myself but only because he didn’t know what I needed to take. Tom helps me into bed, then hands me the remote, without me asking for it, and tells me to yell if I need him. I like Tom but we are going to butt heads soon. Seeing my phone on the table I remember that Mr. Crow is waiting for a phone call, might as well let them know I’m up, and guarded.

“Hey honey, how you feeling today?” He answers.

“I won’t lie, I’m hurting. I can’t believe I slept so long.”

“You needed the rest. Do you want anything before we head back to the bus?”

“Yeah, a new body till this one heals” I try to laugh but my head is starting to hurt.

“No can do sweetheart, plus I kinda like the body you have. I’ll be there in a few minutes” He hangs up.

Good to his word I heard the boys voices only a few minutes later. Then a knock at