Chapter
9
"My
mother," she said, her voice trembling. Brian said nothing, just gently
put his arms around her, being careful not to hurt her again, and wrapped her
in a hug. She burst into tears and sobbed against his chest.
"Shhh,"
he whispered, hoping to soothe her. He held her for a few minutes. Finally, she
pulled back and looked up at him sheepishly. Her eyes were red and puffy, her
cheeks stained with tears.
"I'm
sorry," she said, hiccupping. She was trembling.
"Come
here," Brian said, taking her hand and leading her to one of the couches
in a corner. He sat her down and took a seat next to her. "Don't be sorry.
I'm glad you told me. Does anyone else know?" She shook her head.
"You need to tell the police or something," Brian told her gently.
"There are people out there who can help you."
He was
suddenly interrupted but one of the security guards coming into the room.
"Alright
everyone, it's time to take your seats for the concert," the guard said.
"Do you
have a piece of paper?" Brian asked suddenly. Katelyn blinked, surprised,
then dug around in her purse. She pulled out a small notepad and handed it to
him. He took a pen out of his pocket and jotted down something on the piece of
paper.
"This is
my cell phone number," he told her, quickly handing her the piece of
paper. "Do not show this to anyone, not even Jennie. I don't want anyone
else to know my number. But I want to talk to you again. Please call me if you
ever need to talk."
Katelyn was
shocked. She couldn't believe she had just gotten a Backstreet Boys' phone
number. Quickly, she grabbed the pen out of his hand and scribbled down her
phone number. She ripped the piece of paper off the notepad and handed it to
him.
"That's
my number," she said. She looked up and saw that almost all the fans had
left. "I better get going," she said. "Thank you."
"You're
welcome," Brian said. "Enjoy the concert."
She turned and
smiled. "I will," she said. Then she hurried over to Jennie.
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