DARKROOM THREATS
Ace's head was pounding from the second he opened his eyes.
It had been one week since his worst fears occurred.
The press had not said a word, but he knew it was going to happen soon.
He had to make a decision, and a very fast one at that.
But first, there was Glams party tonight. After that, he would make the important decision.
He walked into his bathroom, and stared at his reflection in the wall mirror.
"Well you look like crap," he said, as he reached for his blade. "Time for a shave then."
In the room down the hall, Reign paced back and forth. Her phone rang a few minutes after a few places.
"Don't scare me that way, Celine!" She almost screamed into the phone.
"You have the good sense to control the pitch of your voice. Good for you," Celine said.
"This is not a joke, Celine. Where the hell are you?"