"Hey Tierney, how are you?" She picked up the phone as she started on her first round of edits for the latest ghost writing project she was working on. Jet was completely wrapped up in it, and if the phone hadn't been right next to the computer she never would have heard it.
"Jet, are you okay? Tell me you're okay." Tierney sounded completely beside herself and Jet focused in on her instantly.
"I'm fine, why? What's going on?"
"Thank God. Listen, I don't know too much yet. I wanted to call you first, well after the police, but I'm going to try to get more answers as soon as I can." Tierney was speaking, but Jet was still completely lost as she listened to her.
"Slow down Tierney, tell me what's up."
"It's Mitchell." Jet's whole world came screeching to a halt, and she felt herself start to grow cold with fear. "Jet, don't freak out yet, but Mitchell broke into our house. We found him here when we came home. He was crazy Jet; demanding to know where you were. I told him I had no idea, and he threatened to kill me. He looked so insane Jet. He was saying that you took away his life and he was going to show you what that felt like. I...I'm so sorry. I thought I was going to die, so I just told him you moved to L.A. and I didn't know where. I know I shouldn't have...I know."
"Mitchell? He...he knows I'm in L.A."
"You have to understand, he threatened me and then he said he knew you had friends there because of your Facebook and then he asked if he was right and I just nodded. It was enough for him to run away, and then I called the police right away. They're coming to take a report, but I wanted you to know...I'm so sorry Jet. I thought he was still in prison. I thought they were supposed to tell you when he got out." Tierney was crying on the other end of the phone and Jet couldn't even think.
"They...they were...I don't understand. He was supposed to...he knows I'm in L.A?"
"Jet, listen to me. He didn't get your address and L.A. is a big city. Why don't you just go stay at Rhett's house? You can just stay there tonight and tomorrow we can figure out what's going on."
"Oh My God Tierney; he's going to kill me." Her voice trembled as Jet sunk off her chair onto the floor.
"Jet, even if he flew there, he won't be there for at least 3 hours. You have time to get out. Just pack a bag and leave your house. Go to Rhett's. He won't find you there. Rhett keeps his place super secret because he's famous. Go to his place Jet. Just go and I'll call you later when I know more. I'm so sorry, please don't hate me." Jet didn't hate Tierney. She couldn't hate Tierney because she couldn't even think right now.
"Tierney, what do I...?"
"Jet, the police are here and I have to go. Listen to me. Pack a bag for a few days, and go to Rhett's house. Just go. I know he's not there, but you'll be safe until at least tomorrow. Go. I love you Jet, be safe." Tierney hung up with those words and Jet let the phone fall from her hand to the floor. It was her worst nightmare and it was coming true. Her blood ran cold in her veins and all she could do for the next few minutes was sit there on the floor.
When her brain started to clear, Jet picked up the phone once more. She needed Rhett. He made her feel safe and loved and she needed him to tell her everything was going to be okay. She clicked on his name in her text. There he was dressed up in a suit with a smirk on his face. Jet cursed herself for having missed his message earlier as she clicked on his number.
It went to voicemail after one ring. It dawned on her then that he was at the wedding, and probably wouldn't answer. His voice on the message gave her a little comfort as she tried to think of what to say.
"Rhett, I um...I'm sorry to bother you...but um...it's...it's Mitchell Rhett. It's Mitchell. Tierney called and he's out and I...oh God I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. I'm just going to pack and go to your place. Tierney said I should. He's crazy Rhett and he's looking for me, and I'm just going to your house. I'll call you later." When she hung up, Jet forced herself up off the floor. Tierney was right. She had a few hours, at least a few hours. It would be enough. It had to be enough.
With a quick trip to her bedroom, Jet had a bag, and she started to take stock of what she needed to go and stay somewhere else for a few days. From there, it was easier. Having something to do, something to work on, made this easier. She packed her clothes methodically, thinking through what she had to have and what was expendable. Then, it was to the bathroom to pack her toiletries. After that, Jet grabbed an extra pair of shoes and headed out to the living room. She had to get her work. As Jet finished packing, she tried to remember where she had put Rhett's key.
He gave her one, over her protest, and she had tucked it away. Rhett wanted her to always feel welcome with him, but Jet thought it was a start to a conversation about moving in together. She wasn't ready for that when they talked, although right now she wished she had been. God, she wished she had been. More than that, she wished she was sitting next to Rhett at a wedding 3000 miles away. Her brain tried to recall where she put the key, and she just couldn't. Then, it came to her. Jet had left it at his house. She was trying to be subtle and after she kept it for a week had just replaced it at his house. She cursed herself for having done it.
As the thought occurred to her, she decided to give him another call. Maybe he was free by now, and just maybe he would check his phone. Plus, he might have a spare key hidden somewhere around his place that she could use. As she dialed, all she could think about was Rhett and how she should have gone with him.
It rang once again, and then went straight to voicemail. Jet was on the verge of tears as she listened to his voice once more.
"Hey baby. I...I miss you, oh God I miss you." She heard herself start to ramble and she didn't stop it. She had to get this out. "Rhett I'm sorry. I wish I had gone with you and I was there right now. I...I'm so scared Rhett. I returned your stupid key, so I can't go to your place and that's the only place I want to be right now. I wish you were here with me. I...I'm leaving and I don't know what I'm going to do, but I just want you to know that I...I love you Rhett. I love you and I miss you and I need you right now." Jet hung up the phone as tears came to her eyes. She loved him. She really loved him. The words were pure and she meant every single one of them.
Jet loaded her two bags in her car, and she locked her door. She got in and just drove. Forty minutes later, she was parked outside of Rhett's house, unsure of what she was going to do next. With a deep breath, she opened her phone. Maybe he had called, just maybe.
There were no missed calls, but there was one text. Jet opened her messages and let her breath escape her as she saw it was from Jane.
'Hey, your boyfriend Mitch-whatever Facebook messaged me for your address. That's totes weird Jet. I gave it to him, but tell him not to do it again.' Jet wanted to throw up. Jane gave Mitchell her address. Apparently, the younger woman had already forgotten about their conversations about Mitchell and now, now he knew. He was definitely on his way to her house now, and she could never go back there again.
Jet dialed Jane's number.
"Hey Jettie, what's up?" Jane sounded high when she answered, and Jet forced herself to be calm, even though all she wanted to do was scream at her.
"Jane, was his name Mitchell?"
"I don't know...what the fuck Jet?"
"Jane, that was my crazy ex-boyfriend Mitchell. Did you really give him my address?"
"Yea. He said you asked him to come over."
"And that didn't sound fucking weird Jane? Jesus Christ what's wrong with you?"
"Dude, don't yell at me man. I'm like totally not your girlfriend anymore remember? So, like fuck you."
"Jane, did you give him any other information? Did you tell him about Rhett or Link or the studio or anything?"
