Austin's POV

"Alan, pass me one!" I called out to my friend. He passed me a beer and I cracked the top, taking a refreshing swig. In two weeks, Rae would be coming out to California. I was beyond excited. It had been a week since the Skype call. Although she would be arriving in about fourteen days, I had already started to clean the messy house. We had a nice long break before any more tours or concerts.

So far, I had managed to clean the upstairs two rooms. My bedroom and the guest room were the only places tidy. Hmm, I might need a little back up. Alan came down and sat in front of the TV with me. He held a stack of letters in his hands.

"Air mail." He calledand dropped them in my lap. Setting down the bottle, I started to read through the letters. Reading from my fans was one of my favorite parts of being famous. Alan leaped down next to me and read through a few of the letters as well.

An hour later, we had gone an episode of American Horror Story and all of the letters except one. There was no return address in with it. Maybe somebody had dropped this in on accident? My name was scrawled on the front so this was definitely for me.

"Mysterious." Alan commented and switched off the TV. I took the letter out and unfolded the crinkled paper. The message was typed and had no return address. There was no doubt that someone didn't want to be known.

I began to read it.

Austin Carlile,
You have met us before. Don't think I'm some random person because this 'stranger' has information about you. We know where you live, where you travel, and can hunt you down if you make us.

And we know about her.

Yeah, you know who i'm talking about. Take a last look at her, because if you want to live, and if you want her unharmed, don't ever go near her again. You have something precious to us, and that is the memory of the night in the alley with the dead man, knife in his chest.

That'll be her if you breathe a word about this. You can watch as we rip the life out of her.

As long as you're near the girl, you're a threat to us, and we don't like threats. We exterminate them. And it won't be pretty. Don't think you can run, because we've got eyes everywhere. Don't think you can hide, because we'll be knocking on your door. Just go on your day, forget the girl, forget the night. Don't provoke us and we'll leave you, and her, alone.

The note left a sour taste in my mouth, and beads of sweat running down my jaw. Alan didn't need to look at the letter to know something was wrong. He just took it out of my hands and skimmed. A pale look washed over his face.

"Look, Aus. This could probably just be some lunatic doing it for a laugh. We don't know if this is real." He attempted to sway me, but I felt rooted to the spot. I put my head in my hands. What would I do? What was this hell I'm going through?

"No, I'm not going to leave her. She'll be safer with all of us." I slammed my fist down on the wood table in front of me. I'll keep her with me. It's me they want not her. If they're coming for me anyways, it's not like I could do anything. No, we would be safer together.

Plus, Alan's probably right. Seriously, this has happened before and it was just a joke. But then again, I knew the people who wrote this.Only I had been the witness to the group the killed that man.

I knew who wrote the letter. But this made the words all the more true.

It was Raelyn's father.

Notes

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